A/N: Alrighty then! I thank all of those who have reviewed. Those who haven't, shame on you. To answer a question, women Emily's age can still have periods. My grandmother had hers until she was 74. That's much older than Emily. Enjoy this next chappie! It's probably gonna end with a cliffy, but oh well. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!

"What?" I whisper, pulling away to look Lorelai in the eye.

"I'm pregnant, and I have no clue who the father is. It might be Luke, and then again, it might be Chris. Mom I–" she says, but I interrupt.

"Chris? As in Christopher Hayden?" I ask, not believing my ears.

"Yeah...Please, Mom. I went to him for comfort." she begs. She knows me well.

"Well, I can see you got that." Damn! Damn! Double DAMN! "Lorelai, that was inappropriate. I'm sorry. You were saying?"

"Who are you, and what have you done with my mother?" She smiles. I smile along with her.

"I'm her clone. Well, maybe not her clone. The last time you saw your mother, she was a little thicker around the middle and a hell of a lot less worried about her daughter. Lorelai, are you sure? I mean, sometimes you're just late, not pregnant. Stress can do that to you."

"I..." She must not know.

"Well, I remember on time, I was two weeks late, and I thought I was pregnant. I was so scared. I wasn't married, Richard and I really shouldn't have been together, and I'd forgotten to take my pill that week." I hug her to me as she rests her head against my shoulder. "I was just late because of the stress from finals."

"I don't know, Mom. Wait." She sits up and stands up "I have a test I keep in my cabinet. Just in case. I'll be back." With that, she walks into her bathroom and shuts the door.

This gives me time to think.

Time to think about her.

I'm scared.

I'm doing some shopping today, but not for clothes.

Normally, the maid buys anything we need in the house. (IE: Food, laundry detergent, dishwashing liquid, etc.) However, I don't trust another woman with my toiletries.

I walk into the store, heading directly to the intimate care isle. I grab a pregnancy test, pay for it, and run to the car. I have to get home fast and take this before Richard gets home.

Once I get home, I hurry upstairs to find Richard asleep on our bed. That's good. I make my way to the bathroom and shut the door.

God, please let it be negative. We just went through a miscarriage, and we don't need the burden. I think as I take my test. I wait the allotted 5 minutes, and then look down to see my fate.

It's positive.

"Emily? Are you in there? Homey, I'm coming in." Richard says, twisting the knob. I don't have time to react, because I'm still paralyzed with my pregnancy.

"Emily, what are you holding?" Richard leans over me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Richard..." I just turn to face him and put the test strip in his hand.

"Emily, you're...you're pregnant!" He's beaming. I feel myself being lifted from the floor and brought to our bedroom. Richard places feather-light kisses on my shoulders, neck, cheek, and finally, he kisses me deeply on the mouth.

I back up and lie down on the bed, allowing my husband to do as he pleases.

And I thought this was going to be a bad thing.

Boy, was I wrong.

The child that was growing inside me was Lorelai. I laugh at the memory of the actual pregnancy.

I'm about 6 months pregnant, and I'm lying in a hospital bed. My unborn child broke two of my ribs this morning, around 3 o'clock.

The first thing it learns is how to tell time.

"Emmy, are you feeling any better?" Richard asks, walking into my room with some coffee. I glare at him. "I'll take that as a no."

"No, I'm not, but why do you have to bring coffee in here when you know I can't have any?" I ask, pointing to his coffee cup.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anymore energy, and...yawns...I need to be able to stay awake, just in case you need me."

"Fine. I'll let you slide this time." I smile at him as he drinks his coffee. He didn't have the unfortunate pleasure of having a child break two of your ribs at 3 AM to wake him up.

"Thank you. Now, you need to sleep. You just had two ribs broken, and I'm pretty sure that's painful. The only thing I've ever broken was my nose, and that hurt." Richard says, stifling a yawn.

"You should sleep, too. I'll wake you if I need you." I say, wincing as I yawn. "Too much air."

'Oh, ok. Well, good night." He lays his head next to mine, and we fall asleep together.

I chuckle again, remembering that wasn't the only time I was in the hospital during my pregnancy. I'd had a scare about 2 months before. I was bleeding so much, I'd thought I'd lost her.

I'm sitting outside, on the patio, when I start cramping. I look down, and my heart stops.

I'm bleeding...a lot.

"No." I whisper, going to stand, but getting hit with a wave of pain. "NO!" I scream.

I hear footsteps. "Emily! My God, you need to get to the hospital!" he says, scooping me up in his arms.

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We get to the hospital, Joshua meeting us there. "Emily," he starts. "When did this happen? Where? And how?"

"Joshua Reynolds, if I knew ow it happened, would I be h–AH!" I scream as another wave of pain hits me like a on of bricks.

"JOSHUA! Do something!" Richard screams, holding my hand. He's as scared as I am, if not more. Another wave tears through my body, causing me to loose consciousness.

Well, I didn't loose her.

I'm torn from my thoughts as a scream is emitted from the bathroom. I get up, and high-tail it to the door, where I catch my daughter as she falls to the ground.

"Lorelai, what is it?" I ask, stroking her hair away from her face.

She says nothing, but leans against me, wrapping her arms around me for support of many kinds. As I hug her to me, I see the pregnancy test strip on the floor behind her.

It's positive.

A/N 2: I know, it was shorter than normal. So sorry for the slow update. I'll try my best to update sooner, but I make no promises. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!

Branda