Update: I changed a bit of this because I felt so unsatisfied (dirty!).The basic outline is the same, but some words are different. You don't HAVE to reread, but it would be nice...

Anyways-if the last one felt rushed, I know! I apologize, I should have noted that next chapter has the proper flashbacks. So don't leave me now! -6/23

Okay, so.
I think I lied again. This IS NOT the last chapter! I swear! A stroke of genius hit me yesterday, which would prolong this a smidge more. But, just to give you an idea of the time frame, this is NOT picking up where the last chapter left off. Sorry, I'll leave the honeymoon to your dirty dirty minds! (wink)

As her husband would say: Oh Jeez.

That's the first thing that came to mind when she saw that one tiny word printed neatly on a pink stick.

Oh Jeez.

She sank down onto the toilet seat, and put her head in her hands. They had only been married a month! They were still newlyweds trying to get their routine down, and now they had this to deal with? How could this have happened so soon?

Well...when two people love each other very much, they... she thought, with a dirty grin on her face. But this was the reason for her sudden fatigue and crankiness. That was one question answered.

But the most important one still remained:

How was she going to tell him?

Oh Jeez!

Lorelai descended the steps slowly, deep in thought, not even noticing that Luke was standing right in front of her at the bottom of the steps, curious about his wife's blank expression.

That is until, Luke finally spoke up.

"Lorelai, are you okay?" he asked sincerely, rubbing her upper arm.

"I'm fine." She snapped, worried that she sounded a little too harsh.

"I don't think so, if you're talking like that. Come on, what's wrong?"

"I told you! I'm fine!" How was she going to tell him? No, not like this. It was going to be special. Not in the middle of an argument.

"Lorelai, can't we just talk about--"

"Everything's fine, Luke!"

"No! Something's bugging you, and I want to talk to me about what it is!"

"Don't you hear me! I'm FINE! Jeez!" Here comes the slap in the face... "Why don't you listen to me?"

Wow. His face went from concerned to pissed off in about 2 minutes!

"What the hell is wrong with you! Why are you so mad at me?"

"I have a legitimate reason, alright?"

"Oh, really? Would you like to share this with me?"

"I'm pregnant, you idiot!"

His jaw dropped.

At least she finally told him.

9 MONTHS LATER...

Lorelai's stomach had grown about 60 times the size a normal stomach should be. And she hated it. She nicknamed her self "The Whale."

She was carrying Luke Danes' children.

Yes, children.

Twins, to be exact.

Just like in her dream. The one where Rory was at DC.

She was havi-no-wait-THEY were having one boy, and one girl.

Names were still up-in-the-air, though. The couple was at a town-meeting, listening to Taylor drone on about how this year's tourists had suddenly become less interested in his Soda Shoppe.

"The rates of last year's profits, which were descent, have plunged since last January, and I think we're going to have to..."

She thought it was bad enough getting by on the bare minimum on decaf coffee for the past 9 months.

Suddenly, Lorelai grabbed Luke's hand, finding that she was sitting in a puddle of water.

Lorelai Lucille Danes was born on April 28th, 2006 at 1:45 am at Woodbridge Memorial Hospital along with her twin brother, Leo William Danes at 1:52 am. The proud parents are Lucas and Lorelai Danes.

"We should have named him Leopold." Lorelai whispered, holding her son, talking to her husband.

"No, I'm not naming my son after one of your crazy dreams." He mumbled as he kissed his wife's forehead, and looked down at his sleeping daughter in his arms. "It's bad enough you named your second daughter after yourself...again. It's going to be confusing."

"Oh, come on! We have to keep the 'Lorelai' tradition alive. And besides, we're going to call her Lucy, instead. And there's no repeated sounds, so it's not totally copied."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not even going to ask. Switch?"

"Switch." She answered, as she traded holding her son, for her newborn daughter.

"...You're amazing." He whispered to her.

"So I've heard." She smiled.

"I love you, crazy-lady." He kissed her forehead again.

"I love you, coffee-god." She sighed. "We're parents, George."

Okay, so lemme make this clear:

I. Suck. At. Names.

I really really do. So, please don't hate me if you hate the names.

I wanted to keep the L and Lorelai tradition alive, but there were some really sucky L boy names at the site I was at. (Yes, I Google'd baby names. Don't mock. Google is your friend.) And then, I think that 'William' has to be tossed in there somewhere... And I love the name 'Lucy' so there.

Ihad finals today, and a lot of extra time. That's why this was updated. I wouldn't expect the next chapter for a while, because I'll probably be thinking of a way to keep this from ending.
REEEVVVIIEEEEWWW!
xoxo

Lolabelle