A/N: I would like to point out that I do not ship older Chris/Lorelai. I ship young Chris/Lorelai and Luke/Lorelai.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls tear Nor do I own Lorelai, Christopher, Emily, Richard or any of the other characters in this story.

Chapter 1: The Coming Out Portrait

Lorelai Victoria Gilmore stood in front of her mirror, trying in vain to zip her dress. She didn't want to even do this portrait. She heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?" She called, still trying to zip the dress.

"Lorelai, the photographer needs you downstairs." Came her mother's voice.

"I'll be there in a sec." She answered.

"He needs you now, not in a sec." Her mother's reply.

"Okay!" She exclaimed and tried harder to get it zipped.

After a while of silence, Emily's voice called in again. "I don't hear you walking toward the door."

"Mom, please!" Lorelai called back.

"I'm coming in." Emily answered.

"No." Lorelai's response, but far be it for Emily Gilmore to actually listen.

The door opened, and Emily walked into the room. She glanced at Lorelai. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"I think the zipper is too new or stiff or something." Lorelai said, still trying to zip the dress.

"Turn around, I'll do it." Lorelai obeyed and Emily began trying to zip the dress. After a few seconds, "Oh my god."

"What?" Lorelai asked.

"It's not the zipper, it's the dress. It's too small." She continued trying to zip her daughter's dress.

"Are you sure?" Lorelai asked her mother. How could it be too small?

"Of course I'm sure. It's too small." She continued messing with the zipper, trying to get it to zip. "How can it be too small? We had a fitting three months ago. Have you gained weight?" Her tone turned accusing. Of course Emily would try to pin it on her daughter.

"No." Lorelai said simply.

"Hold your breath." Emily commanded her daughter.

"I am." Lorelai said.

"Hold your breath!" She said in a sharper tone.

"I am!" Came Lorelai's equally sharp response.

"The only thing I can think of is the dressmaker must have written the measurements down wrong." Emily said, trying to think of what to do. "Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Her tone turned somewhat paniced. "I certainly can't take a picture of you like that!"

"Sorry." Lorelai said. As if it's my fault.

"I'll just have to have him come back next week. And I'm going to call the woman at the dress shop and give her a piece of my mind. My god, is everyone in the world completely incompetent?" She looked at Lorelai. "Put on your sweats and run around the block. You're going to fit in the next dress, no matter what." With that, she left Lorelai alone in the room. Lorelai continued trying to zip the dress when realization hit her.

Could I be pregnant? She thought to herself. She walked over and sat on her bed. What would happen? How would her parents react? How would Christopher react? Lorelai and Christopher might be sixteen year old parents. Emily and Richard Gilmore would hate that. Strobe and Francine Hayden would as well. Christopher and Lorelai had their whole future ahead of them. They were going to go backpacking across Europe. Now, if this was true, their plans would be ruined.

She stood up and paced around the room. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Emily was right and the measurements were off. It was possible, wasn't it?

"Lorelai!" Emily called. "What did I tell you."

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Fine, mom." She called back. She took off the dress and began changing into her sweats. She left her room, closing the door. "Happy mom?" She asked, as she descended the steps.

"Not until you do as I say." Emily said to her daughter. Emily and Richard were sitting in the living room, Richard in his favourite chair and Emily on the couch.

"I'm going, I'm going." Lorelai said, walking out the door.

As Lorelai ran around the block, she thought more of the pregnancy question. If she was, in fact, pregnant, what would happen? Would Christoper leave her? Would her parents kick her out? Would they force her to abort? The same questions ran through her mind over and over again as she ran.

A/N: Short chapter, sorry! R/R please!