"I've never been to Europe during the wintertime,"
"It's absolutely beautiful! You're going to love it... I promise dear," Richard grinned, holding her hands lovingly.
"I know," Emily nodded, agreeing with her husband. "And I love you," she smiled kissing him on the check. "I'm going to head out for a while," Emily sighed, grabbing her coat from the closet across from their bed. "I'll be back before dinner,"
"Alright, dear," Richard nodded, kissing her cheek as she passed.
Emily arrived at Hartford medical clinic, for a last minute appointment she had organised with Dr. John Radnor, their family doctor over the phone. She hurried into the clinic, heading straight to Dr. Radnor's office. She carefully knocked on the glass, waiting for him to open the door.
"Emily," Radnor greeted his old friend with a hug, "I must say, I was rather surprised to get your call," He announced, closing the door to his office.
"John, something's wrong, I can just feel it," Emily told him before he'd even had a chance to sit down, "For starters, I can't get rid of the weight I gain during cancer," She said gesturing towards her stomach. "I'm always hungry, I'm craving and I've been throwing up often these last couple months."
"Can you take your coat of Emily," Radnor asked, pulling out a measuring tape, to record her waist. Radnor hummed amused. "I'm going to run some tests but I have an idea of what it might be,"
Emily inwardly groaned but obliged to the numerous tests. Almost half an hour later, Radnor re-entered with a file of results. "So..." Emily rushed, fidgeting with her hands nervously with the glass in her hand.
"Emily, you're pregnant," Radnor smiled, taking a seat at his desk.
"What?" Emily practically choked on the water she'd been siping, "How?" she questioned unsurely.
"In fact, you're almost 23 weeks, already," Radnor raised his eyebrows in surprise at the results.
"But, how?" Emily questioned, looking down at her stomach. "I can't be 23 weeks, let alone pregnant," She refused, running her fingers of her supposed baby bump.
"Look, you're definitely pregnant, a lot smaller than usual, but pregnant," Radnor explained, reading through the files, "The miscarriages from your previous pregnancies and the weight you gained from chemotherapy, obviously through your judgement," Radnor smiled at Emily, showing her the files as she sat there in disbelief.
Emily didn't know whether to smile or cry, "Smaller? How small? Is it bad?" Emily winced, fear racing through her body after a moment of joy.
"Look, it isn't uncommon for women to be small at 20 to 23 weeks, you will really start to show in the next month and a bit, but for now you just have a small bump," Radnor explained, attempting to comfort her, "Emily you will be fine, you're strong and healthy,"
"Richard and I are going to London for the next few months, will I be okay?" Emily asked, hands shaking as her nerves got the best of her.
"You will be fine, Emily," Radnor reassured, "If anything I would suggest having the child over in London," He proposed, pulling out a notebook from the bottom drawer, "Here's my cousin's number, if anything is to happen while you're travelling just give him a ring, okay Emily?"
Emily nodded, "Thank you, John,"
"I'll print off a booklet of files and contacts for you, but please don't read into it too much, Emily, stress isn't good for the baby," Radnor instructed as they walked towards reception, "or you for that matter,"
"Thank you, John, it really means a lot," Emily smiled gratefully, feeling herself relaxing.
"Congratulations, Emily," Radnor grinned, "You and Richard deserve this baby after all you've been through,"
The flight to Paris had been just like any other for Richard, travel was something he had become accustomed to in his years of work. Emily on the other hand, was a nervous wreck, concerned about the supposedly first class food, the flight, her bump showing, her bump barely showing at 22 weeks, Richard, Lorelai, but mostly, her second baby on the way.
"Bienvenue à Paris," The pilot announced over the loudspeakers, "Welcome to Paris,"
Emily grabbed Richard's hand, squeezing it tightly as the plane began its descent, it was the worst part in her mind. The bumpy descent, screeching tires against the icy tarmac, it all terrified her to no end. "Just breathe, Emmy," Richard comforted protectively, little did he know there was a lot more than the fear of landing on her mind.
It was a snowy January night when Richard and Emily were wandering the streets of Paris. They had just finished their meal at their favourite Parisian restaurant. It was a few days into their trip and Emily was yet to tell Richard of her pregnancy. He had found it rather interesting when she refused wine at both lunch and dinner the last two days, but didn't read into it.
Richard turned to face his wife, looking lovingly into her eyes. The reflection of the tower's lights sparkling in her chocolate orbs. "I love you, Emily Gilmore," Richard grinned, pulling Emily closer. Richard slowly caressed her cheek as he pulled her in for a soft passionate kiss.
It was in that moment that Emily instantly brightened as she finally felt the first kick of her little baby, "Richard, Richard," Emily said, pulling out of his embrace, "I need to tell you something,"
"When I left the other day, I went to see Radnor," Emily started slowly, watching as her husband's face paled, concerned that it was bad news that would follow.
"What is it?" He gulped, nervously.
Emily pulled his hand to her stomach, breaking into a grin, "I'm pregnant,"
Richard coughed. "Really?" He asked astonished. Emily gave a small nod, "When did you find out?"
"About a week ago," Emily gushed, her eyes widening, "I'm about 24 weeks into the pregnancy!"
"But- how?" Richard questioned confused.
Emily sighed, "John, said it was because of the cancer," Emily declared quietly, "I'd practically become accustomed to throwing up and gaining weight, that I barely noticed the signs," Emily explained, Richard's hands still resting on her growing bump.
"But you're really pregnant?" Richard grinned, ecstatically.
"Yes, Richard. We're having another baby," Emily smiled up at her husband, who picked her up, spinning her around excitedly.
"Oh, I love you, Emmy," Richard kissed his wife passionately, still spinning her around lovingly. "What do you think it'll be?" Richard asked once he'd returned Emily to her feet.
"I have a feeling its a girl, but to be honest I'd be happy with either," Emily said, "I just want them to be happy and healthy,"
"As do I, my dear," Richard nodded.
The young Gilmore couple had spent six weeks travelling around Europe together, and Emily was now almost 31 weeks into her pregnancy. Emily had developed a lot more over the past month, which Radnor had promised she'd do, for once putting Emily's worrying mind at ease. They had arrived at Richard's mother's home just a few days ago. Trix had just as many complaints, as usual, Emily's pregnancy was no excuse.
It was now a waiting game. Emily was eight months pregnant with her baby, and she spent most of her time now in the library or on the couch with her husband, who didn't leave her side. It was a girl, Emily could just feel it; call it maternal instinct, their baby was going to be another little girl and Emily was thrilled. The mild snow of March was polar-white, as it covered the back patio floor and shrubs surrounding it. Screeching winds occasionally rose up and when they died, a peaceful silence placed Emily further at ease in a house of high tension. The constant darkening sky, cast a shadow through the large home as Richard and Emily waited and waited, for their little baby to arrive.
It was getting later in the afternoon when Emily suddenly hissed out in pain, clutching her stomach tightly. "Honestly Emily, control yourself!" Trix barked, viciously. Emily grunted, her teeth clenched, her hands still clutching her stomach instinctively. Emily screamed from her position on the couch. "Richard!" Emily called, only, this time, she screamed out louder, making Trix jump.
Richard raced into the room, immediately rushing to her side. "We have to get her to the hospital now, Trix," Richard announced, carefully pulling Emily off the couch with the maid's assistance.
"Richard, just leave her, it'll pass," Trix denied, pressing herself further into the couch. "I never complained this much when I had you... she's just weak," Trix hissed.
"Trix, get up now," Richard huffed, to focused on his wife to argued against his mother, "We're all going to the hospital,"
Richard had phoned Radnor's cousin on the way to the hospital, who met them at the entrance. "Alright, Emily, just hold on dear," He informed her, his thick English accent making her head spin. They placed Emily straight into her ward, Richard followed his wife in, much to his mother's disapproval.
"Just one more Mrs Gilmore," The midwife informed Emily, who pushed her head further into the pillows. "You can do it. I can see their little head," The English nurse continued, exciting both Richard and Emily who gave her final push everything she had until the pain suddenly stopped.
The room was silent until a small cry sounded throughout the room, sending butterflies through Emily and Richard's stomach. The nurse walked over to Emily handing her the child, "Congratulations Mr and Mrs Gilmore. You two are now the proud parents of this beautiful little girl," The nurse had cleaned up their baby girl and wrapped her in the white blanket, "I will be back in a moment to collect her for some testing," The nurse informed them before quickly leaving the room to gather her documents.
Emily looked down at the baby in her arms. The little girl was small and fragile; she flexed her tiny hands and yawned. The baby girl's eyes flickered open and looked up at her mother and father with curious sapphire orbs. "Hello darling," Emily cooed, rocking the infant slightly. She opened her mouth and giggled lovingly at her mother. "Oh she's perfect," Emily sighed happily.
"Just like her mother," Richard agreed, admiring the scene in front of him.
Emily giggled, she was right, "I knew it would be a girl,"
Richard grinned boyishly, "She's our little miracle,"
"Hi, I'll be taking over for Anna," The blonde nurse announced entering the room. Richard and Emily gave her a small nod, too infatuated with their new little girl. "What's her name?"
Richard looked over at his wife, "Margaret Rose Gilmore"
"That's beautiful," The nurse smiled, "Now, if you don't mind, I just need to run some tests as she was a premature birth," The nurse announced, "Everything should be perfectly fine, we just want to confirm."
"Of course," Emily nodded, preparing herself to had over her new daughter.
"Not before daddy gets a cuddle," Richard interrupted, scooping his daughter out of Emily's arms. Emily giggled at her husband, he hadn't been this way when Lorelai was born. Perhaps it was the amount of miscarriages or even the cancer, the three years of not knowing what could happen. It had changed them all. For better and for worse.
"Well, if you'd like to follow me, Sir," the nurse told Richard heading towards the door. "We'll head towards the nursery,"
"Just have a rest, my dear," Richard grinned as he exited, "We'll be back before you know it," Richard followed the nurse, watching as she performed a series of tests on the infant.
"She's a perfectly healthy little girl, Mr Gilmore," Richard gave a small nod, "It's quite late though, so we will set her up in the nursery tonight," The nurse collected the infant into her arms, cradling her to sleep, before placing her into her crib.
"Thank you," Richard spoke, watching from the glass as she snuggled into a deep slumber. Richard wandered back towards his wife's room, resting beside her as the proud father he was of his second little girl.
Yet, that night there had been a mix-up at the hospital and little Margaret Rose Gilmore, along with several other children had been accidentally moved into the adoption centre of the hospital. The children had been adopted the following morning under incorrect files and alas the four children, including little Margaret were never seen again as the hospital failed to locate the children. Neither Emily or Richard could bring themselves to tell Lorelai when they returned home from London and the secret of a second Gilmore sister was buried, never thought to be uncovered again.
Margaret Rose had been adopted by an American couple and their two sons, who'd been living in London for close to a decade already. She was eagerly welcomed into the family, especially by her older brothers, who protected her and loved her unconditionally.
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