A/N: So, I know most of the last chapter was from Dear Emily and Richard so little originality on our parts, but this chapter is solely our creation.
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Chapter Two: Telling Christopher
Gilmore Home, Hartford, CT
Lorelai Gilmore walked down the stairs in her school uniform. She spent the entire night wondering about the same possibility. Fear overwhelmed her, if she was pregnant, how would she care for it? She was sixteen years old, still in high school and didn't even have her drivers' license. She paced in the living room, waiting for Christopher's arrival. Should she tell him when he got there? On their way to school? On their way home? When?
The doorbell rang and Arletta answered the door. "One moment, Mr. Hayden. I will get Miss Gilmore for you."
Lorelai sat casually on the couch when Arletta walked in. "Miss Gilmore, Mr. Hayden is waiting for you."
Lorelai nodded. "Thank you, Arletta." She said, as she stood and began walking toward the door.
"Hello Miss Gilmore." Christopher said with a mocking smile.
"Hello to you, too, Mr. Hayden." Lorelai countered. She walked out the door and Christopher placed his arm around Lorelai's waist as they continued on toward his car.
The drive to school went in complete silence. Christopher felt there was something bothering Lorelai, but he couldn't figure out what it was. "Lore?" He asked, using the name only he called her.
"Yes, Chris?"
"Is something wrong?"
Lorelai shook her head and continued looking out the window.
Christopher kept stealing glances at Lorelai, but all he could see was her long dark ponytail. He couldn't see the worry and fear etched on her face or the tears that were beginning to form in her eyes. "If you're sure." He said, resigned.
"I'm sure." Lorelai blinked, then turned to give Christopher an encouraging smile. If you only knew.
After arriving at school, Lorelai spent the whole day wondering how she could tell Christopher and the many possible ways he would react. She knew he loved her, but at sixteen, the prospect of raising a child was scary, even if it wasn't definite yet.
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Emily Gilmore stood in her living room on the phone with the dressmaker. "The measurements were wrong." She said exasperated. She had spent quite a while on the phone repeating the same things to a few different people. "No, I know the measurements were wrong. The dress didn't fit my daughter."
"Are you sure it wasn't a problem with the zipper?"
"The dress didn't fit, the zipper was fine."
"Has she gained weight?"
"No."
"Alright, when can you bring her in for another fitting?"
"The photographer is coming back next week, so soon."
"Tomorrow?"
"Fine. You better get them right this time." She hung up the phone. "Everyone in this world is completely incompetent."
Lorelai's School
Lorelai continued thinking about her situation to the point of stressing. I could be pregnant. She thought. I could be having a baby! I'm sixteen! I can't have a baby. She sighed, she felt as though everyone could hear her thoughts. She felt as though everyone knew what she was thinking and what she could be faced with. Is she staring at me? She thought as she saw Sally and a couple of her friends looking in her direction. She turned around, hoping to find something their eyes could be focused on other than her. Then she saw it. They weren't staring at her! They were staring at guys. Hormonal teenagers. She thought sarcastically. They better watch out or they'll be faced with the same thing I might be facing.
It was lunchtime and she was in the cafeteria, waiting for Christopher. How hard it had been all day to face Christopher, now she was going to have to sit across from him at the lunch table. She couldn't cry, she would have to put up some sort of facade. She couldn't tell him. Not yet. Not here, with everyone around.
"Hey Lore." Christopher walked up beside her, his tray in his hand. He leaned across the table and set it down, then bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Hey Chris." She said, forcing a smile.
Once he walked around the table and took a seat directly across from her, Christopher got the feeling, once again, that something was wrong with his girlfriend. Thoughts had been running through his mind. Little did he know, he was very far off from the real problem. Why won't she tell me what it is? She's not going to break up with me, is she? Does it have to do with her parents? Christopher knew that Lorelai hated her parents. She hated being a Gilmore. She hated being rich. Lorelai could have very possibly gotten into another argument with Emily and Richard. They weren't sending her away, were they? "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, Chris, I'm fine." She said, but she was picking at her food. He always knew something was wrong if she picked at her food.
"Lore, we need to talk." Christopher said. He didn't know what it was about, only she did, but it became obvious that this thing, whatever it was, needed to be discussed.
She nodded. "Not here though. Not now."
Christopher sighed in resignation. At least she admitted she needed to talk and at least she had agreed to talk to him. Later. How much later? In the car? On the phone later? She wouldn't break up with him on the phone, would she? Was she seeing someone else? He had never seen Lorelai like this and that was what was bothering him the most. What is it that could depress the spirited Lorelai Gilmore?
In the Car
"Christopher, pull over." Lorelai said.
This was it. Whatever it was was going to be said here. It was going to be said now. Christophers palms began to sweat nervously as he pulled to the side of the road. What did she have to say? What could it be?
Lorelai turned to face her boyfriend. She took a few deep breaths to keep from crying.
Christopher watched her. She was nervous. What was it? What did she have to tell him.
"Christopher, this isn't easy to say..." Lorelai trailed off.
She is! She's breaking up with me! Christopher resisted the urge to scream. He was in love with Lorelai Gilmore. They had plans, they were going to travel to Europe. He was set on marrying her one day.
"Christopher..." Lorelai said, trying hard to keep her voice steady. "I might be pregnant."
A/N: Sorry, Liss and I decided to end it here. You can kill us now if you want, but if you do, the story doesn't end.
