I glance up as they walk into the kitchen. "Hey kid."

She nods slowly, and they sit at the table. "Hey."

I laugh lightly. "No, I'm not going to tell him the story of your journey through the birth canal."

I see her shoulders relax. "So what are you telling him?"

I sit back in my chair. "I'm telling you both about the day I found out I was pregnant."

I watch her eyes go wide. "Are you sure?" she whispers.

"Lorelai, you don't have to do this." Logan offers.

I nod. "I know, but…you guys should hear this. It was actually the day that your older brother was supposed to give me the ring that you're giving Rory tonight."

Pink. Pink means pregnant. I feel a smile creep across my face. This means I won't have to marry Geoff. I won't even have to get engaged to Geoff. Baby, I haven't even met you and I love you. You're my ticket out. I stand, and step out of the bathroom quietly. Placing the test underneath my mattress, I hurry downstairs.

"Lorelai, where have you been?" Mom asks sharply. "Miriam and Mitchum will be here in six hours with Geoff. We need to start getting you ready."

I grin. "I have an errand to run first. I'll be back!" I make for the door.

"Freeze right there young lady. You are not going out today. You'll be late and we'll never get this marriage arranged."

I shrug. "I'll be back in time. I really do have to go." Get a pregnancy test from a doctor. Because I want to be sure before I rip the rug out from under your pretty little shoes. "I wouldn't go if it wasn't important. You're the one who told me I had to end it with Chris before this stupid thing."

"You haven't broken up with Christopher yet? Are you mad?"

"Right, like I was going to tell him my parents had decided I was marrying Geoff Huntzberger at sixteen. You go mom." I clip darkly. "No, I decided it was best to wait until the last possible second. To be happy for as long as I possibly could."

"Go. Get it over with."

I flip my hair and hurry out of the house, driving like a maniac to the clinic. After taking the test, I sit quietly in the little chair. I glance up when the doctor walks back in. "Well?" I ask quickly.

"You are in fact pregnant Miss Gilmore. Are your parents here?"

I shake my head. "They're at home. I wanted to make sure first." I smile. "Thank you doctor."

"I have to say, I've never encountered a sixteen year old quite so happy she was pregnant before."

I nod. "I know. And at some point, it's probably going to hit me that I'm about to give up my entire life for the little thing, but right now, this baby is my freedom. Give it a couple days, I'll panic."

He nods slowly, and hands me a piece of paper. "This is a list of gynecologists in the greater Hartford area, as well as a few vitamins you should begin taking. I've also included a short list of what to expect throughout the pregnancy."

"Thank you." I tell him softly. "I really appreciate you taking care of this so quickly." I glance at the clock. Crap. I'm gonna be so late! "Would I be able to use your phone? I have to call the father real quick."

He nods, and leads me to the phone. I pick it up, and dial carefully.

"Hayden residence."

"I need to speak with Christopher please." I say as calmly as I can.

"Right away." There's a pause, and his voice comes on.

"Hello?"

"Chris? It's Lorelai."

"Hey Lore. What's up?"

"I need a favor."

"Name it."

"I need you to head to my house and wait for me outside. Don't let the Huntzbergers see you."

He's quiet on the other end. "So it finally came up?"

"I've got a way out of it Chris. I swear. I just…I need to talk to you first." I whisper.

"Yeah. How long?"

"I should be about fifteen minutes. I left a while ago, but had to wait for a couple things."

"I'll be there."

"Thanks Chris."

"I love you, you know that right?"

I feel a smile cross my face. "Yeah. I love you too." I hang up quickly and smile at the doctor, holding up the paper. "Thanks."

When I pull up to the house, I spy him in the bush, and climb out of the car to join him. "Hey." He whispers, kissing me softly. "So, master planner, what's up?"

I bite my lip. "I don't know if you're going to be super happy about this Chris." I admit. "But I am, because it's a good thing." I pause. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes go wide. "For real pregnant? Not just a 'piss of Emily and the Huntzbergers' pregnant?"

I nod. "I just got back from the doctor."

"We're getting married?" he squeaks.

I narrow my eyes. "I never said that. I said I was pregnant. Pregnant does not equal marriage. I'm still only sixteen. I'm not ready to be married – or engaged."

"But Lore –

"No. Obviously I want you involved with the baby, but I will not let you change your entire life around just because of this. I won't let you change my life around for it either. I'm still going to be successful. I'm going to own an Inn, I'm going to be independent of my parents."

He sighs. "They're going to force the issue."

"Then I'll leave. First chance I get I'll leave."

"What about me? Don't I get a vote here?"

"Not if you're going to insist on marrying me you don't. The reason I'm willing to keep this baby is because it means I won't have to get married to Geoff!" I exclaim. "Now are you coming in to tell my parents with me or not?"

I stare at Rory softly. "We went in to tell them, and they – very politely – freaked out." I glance at Logan. "Your parents were furious. You on the other hand, you cooed." His eyes scrunch in confusion. "You were only about two months old and it was supposed to be a happy family occasion, so they brought you and Honor along. She was about three, and upstairs in one of my old play rooms with my Barbies at the time."

"I was there when you told your parents you were pregnant with Rory." He says carefully, and I watch as Rory's eyes begin to dance.

I shrug. "She is a year younger than you." I remind him.

He nods slowly. "Right. And they all just let it go?"

"It didn't hurt that Geoff was in love with someone else too."

"Jamie." He offers.

"That'd be the one. They got married not long after she turned eighteen didn't they?"

He nods. "They did. They have four kids actually. I don't get to see them very often."

"Cut off?"

"Closer to hacked at the roots." He sighs. "I would love to be able to visit them more often. They live in Boston."

"Harvard?"

"WestPoint, but still enough to piss off my father and grandfather. They had considered letting him back in after my oldest niece Jessica was born, not that he wanted it, but when he didn't go to Yale, it was over."

I laugh. "Good for him."

Rory tilts her head. "You would have considered –

"Don't." I cut her off. "Don't dwell on that part." I tell her quickly. "It was a fleeting thought that vanished very quickly."

"But still…" she trails off, and shrugs.

"I was sixteen kid. Yeah, it occurred to me that it was an option, but not a viable one, and not just because of the situation I was in at the time with Logan's parents."

She nods. "I suppose." She smiles. "It all worked out though. You got your Inn."

I breathe a sigh of relief. "I did indeed." I glance between them. "I guess I should ship you off to your next stop."

I hand them an envelope, and Rory looks at me strangely. "Jackson's produce market?"

I notice Logan deflate. "His friends' idea."

"I'm gonna kill Colin." He mutters, and stands. "We should head over Ace. This is gonna take a while."

"What is?"

"The story of how I met Colin and Steph."