"Kirk, back off," Luke warned.

"But Luke, you and Lorelai have a burgeoning family and you can only remodel that little house so many times. For a limited time, I have the perfect property for you. I've kept my realtor's license active and I thought I'd give some of my old jobs a second try. This could be great for you, Luke," Kirk half pleaded and whined as he followed Luke around while he was busing tables. He'd even gotten his pilfered red realtor's jacked cleaned to pitch this idea.

"Absolutely NOT, Kirk," Luke reaffirmed. Just as he was saying so, a raven-haired, blue eyed woman waddled through the door with an exasperated look. Kirk stormed out looking upset.

"You need to install one of those chair elevators for your stairs. I can't take this much longer."

"It's only three stairs, Lorelai."

"Yes, but three really big stairs, burger boy," Lorelai chided as she wrapped her arms around the neck of the grizzly diner owner and kissed him. She looked at him with her blue eyes as she pulled away and said, "Besides, the reason for my newfound handicap is that I'm carrying your offspring. The only advantage to the whole teen pregnancy thing is that I had much more energy to do this."

"I'll look into it," Luke responded as he went behind the counter and she labored to get herself onto the barstool in front of him.

"So why were you rejecting Kirk today?"

"Oh, he thinks we need a bigger house and that he's the perfect person to sell it to us."

Lorelai rolled her eyes, "We're almost done adding the rooms. And this is the 10th whole punch on Tom's business card so our next expansion's free."

"I know. I wouldn't dare suggest we move again. You like where we are. Plus, I had Tom renovate the garage for all of my tools and stuff so I have my own space so I'm perfectly good."

Lorelai just smiled. She really loved that man. Before she had a chance to respond, Kirk came back in wearing a different coat. It was a grey blazer with a pink tie. "Oh good, Lorelai, you're here now too. I have business to discuss with you."

"We're not moving Kirk," Lorelai responded.

"Oh no, this is a different matter. As you can see, I've changed jackets. I'm here on behalf of Kirk's Auto Sales. I work with a dealership in Woodbury to sell cars to needy Stars Hollow Residents. I can bring models for you to test drive rather than you having to go there." He handed her a card.

"This is your mother's phone number Kirk. I already know her number," Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Besides, I have a Jeep."

"Yes, but due to your current state, you're going to need a new vehicle, perhaps of the minivan type now that you'll need two car seats." Lorelai cringed at the idea of a minivan, or any van whatsoever. She didn't want anything but her Jeep.

"Leave us alone, Kirk," Luke responded after seeing the reaction on his wife's face. He knew how attached she was to the Jeep. In a way, he was now attached to it too because it was part of the reason they got back together. Fighting over that hunk of junk is what eased the tension after their second breakup so they could talk again.

Up until now, Lorelai hadn't thought about getting rid of the Jeep despite Gypsy calling it a death trap. She loved it. And she knew it wasn't the right size for her family anymore, but she wasn't ready to consider it.

"But Luke-"

"Goodbye Kirk," Lorelai said. The harshness in her tone even surprised Luke a little. But Kirk took the hint and left.

oOo

Rory was in New York visiting Paris and pitching her book to a few publishing houses. While Jess was helping her out, he had actually encouraged her to seek out bigger publishers so she could get her book out nationwide. It warmed her heart how much Jess believed in her book… and her.

That afternoon, she and Paris were in the living room while the nanny and Doyle had the kids on the 3rd floor.

"Doyle is getting on my nerves today. I didn't hate him like this when our last two kids were in utero."

"Well that's because the last time they were in someone else's utero, Paris."

Paris ignored the response and continued to rant, "God, it's like I love him and I hate him all in a 5 minute span. He waits on me hand and foot now. I'm 37 weeks and the Cesarean is scheduled in a few days. I don't want to have to reconstruct my vajayjay just to push out a kid like a martyr. I didn't want one of these in my body in the first place. But if it weren't for this, Doyle might not have come to his senses."

"Oh he would have Paris. You two were destined to be together as much as my mom and Luke. I talked to him while you were split and he always seemed sad not to be with you."

"I suppose," Paris sighed. "Oh, Rory, I'm sorry. I'm complaining about my newly rekindled marriage while your baby daddy is in Paris shacked up with some French Trust Fund Trollop."

Rory blushed. "He visited me a while ago. We're fine. We have an agreement and this time it's not of the Vegas variety. We have a plan to take care of our little girl together. I tried to give him an out because I don't want… well I don't want her to have the relationship I do with my dad. But he said he is in this so I'm giving him the chance to do that."

"I'm sorry. I always thought you were too good for that pretty boy anyway. At least your kid will have nice hair, be tall and probably have that charming Huntzberger smile. Some of my clients who opt out of the surrogate option would pay top dollar for a baby that would come out looking like yours surely will."

"My baby's not for sale, Paris." Rory rolled her eyes.

"I'm just saying. Top. Doll- OH MY GOD!"

"Paris? Are you alright?"

"Of Course I'm not alright Rory! Do you think I screamed because I just got a text from NPH that he got me front seat tickets to Hamilton? It was a contraction. I've had small ones for a few weeks but that one… Krav Maga, Yoga, nor Pilates prepared me for that feeling."

"Oh my God! Should we get you to the hospital? Did your water break?"

"We need to see how long until the next contraction and contrary to all of the movies you've watched, your water doesn't always break first. Haven't you at least read books on birthing?"

"I tried to but there were pictures-horrible pictures- and I got a few sentences in so I skipped that section of all of the books otherwise I would keep this thing in until she was 18."

Paris reached out for Rory to help her up, which was difficult with Rory also being pregnant. "Well now you're about to get a life lesson in- OH. MY. GOD." She squeezed Rory's hand so hard it almost made the blue eyed beauty cry and did make her scream as well.

"DOYLE! Get down here! It's time!" Paris called up the stairs and immediately there was a rush of footprints heading down. "How long was that between contractions?"

"I don't know. It was 2 maybe 3 minutes."

"Shit! They're not going to give me a C-section. This was NOT the plan." Doyle made it down the stairs and obeyed some barked orders from Paris to help her get her shoes on and coat and such.

Rory was standing there scared, frozen in place, as Doyle opened the door and started to help Paris down the steps to their white Lincoln Navigator.

"Rory. Hurry up!" Paris called.

"Um, Paris, no. I can't. I'm… I'm not ready… I can't watch… I can't do this. I'll be with the kids."

"That's ridiculous. The nanny's here, she can watch the kids. Besides, I need you there. You can't tell a woman in labor no." Paris had another contraction while holding Doyle's hand and he got the same look on his face Rory had when it was her hand being nearly amputated by the blond woman.

"Ok," she agreed with little conviction. "Let's go have a baby." And she followed them to the car.

oOo

At the hospital, Rory tried to get out of being in the room but Paris wouldn't let that happen. The only defense she had was to stay well above Paris' knees up behind her right shoulder nest to Doyle on her left.

Paris was so fit that she only labored for about 2 hours and pushed for 15 minutes. It surprised the Gilmore girl, but it was actually a beautiful experience. It was very Time magazine/National Geographic to her but there was a new little baby; a boy.

"We're naming him Levi Daniel because Levi means joined/attached and he brought us back together. It's fitting. But we might call him Danny." Paris said. "You want to hold imr?"

Rory accepted the baby even though she wasn't sure. She was already 27 weeks not far behind Paris. She could be holding her own child any day and the thought made her scared and overwhelmed. But then, holding little Danny she thought: There's nothing more beautiful than this.

She handed the baby back to her friends and took in the picture and a sadness filled her heart along with everything else. Because of her recklessness, she wouldn't be able to give her child the family she was staring at. She tiptoed out of the room and let the tears fall.

"I can't give you that baby, but I'll give you everything else I have," she whispered staring down at the bump that had replaced her view of her feet. This must have been how Lorelai felt with her.

oOo

Later that night, Lorelai came home from a meeting with Michel at Weston's in which he talked for a long while and ate a second piece of cake because he missed his friend and business partner. They had a lot of work talk every day, but Michel needed to vent about his daughter and husband. He loved them but it was a big effort for him to be less selfish.

"Babe! I'm home! Paris had her baby, a boy!" She called out.

"Kitchen," she heard him say and made her way over to find he'd cooked dinner. She felt a little guilty for having a slice of German chocolate cake but the doctor had Ok'd it and said that chocolate was the preferred form of indulgence. Still she didn't tell Luke about it. "Paris had her baby, huh?" he said while stirring with one hand and using the other to pull her into a quick kiss.

"Yes and Rory was there. I couldn't believe it due to her past avoidance but I guess Paris pressured her into it and she couldn't say no."

"Doesn't surprise me. That woman is a shark."

"Yeah, Rory's going to stay the night up there with the older kids while Doyle and Paris are at the hospital to help the nanny out. She might be there a couple days."

"Oh, well that's nice of her."

"Yeah," Lorelai sighed. That was her most pressing topic besides the other thing on her mind. So now she had to bring it up. "Hey Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we need to get a new vehicle. We can't bring the babies home in your truck or my Jeep. I know I was mean to Kirk today (and I feel terrible about that) but only because I wasn't ready to accept it."

"I know. He came in a third time to try to book the gig as our birth photographer. I told him no, but I apologized for you. He forgave you. But are you sure you want to get rid of the Jeep? We can just keep it sitting. I mean, it was the start of us making our way back to each other."

"I'm sure. We don't have the space. You need the garage for your mountain man stuff and there's no point in it sitting in the yard. Plus, that was my Rory car. It was hard to let go because it's where I made memories with her, but we're going to make new memories and we need a bigger vehicle for that… just not a minivan." She made another face at the idea of a minivan.

"Ok."

"But Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"I still don't want to leave this house. I know it's been remodeled a million times. I just want our family here."

"Of course. We have all we'll need right here." He smiled and kissed her forehead.

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