Author's Note: I am SO sorry. I'm a terrible person. I really am. I would have updated sooner than this, but my life's been chaotic and really depressinglately. I can't say I'm sorry enough. I know how annoying it can be, waiting for an update. I got bit by a plot bunny, and now I'm riding the idea wave. Don't for get to REVIEW! Enjoy!

It's been 2 months since Lorelai's call, and she's handling it better than I could have in that situation. Not that her situation is a bad thing, I mind you. It's wonderful that's she's pregnant. I really don't think I've been happier. It's just...she still doesn't know who the father is, and that bothers me.

But the effects of this baby's existence are wonderful. Lorelai and I have never been closer. Now, she calls me for advice to help with her morning sickness, and whatnot. We when shopping the other day for baby clothes, and I never realized how much fun it could be!

Another wonderful effect from the baby is Richard's new behavior toward me. He's so much more romantic and sweet. I've never been so wonderfully exhausted in the morning.

I smile at the memory of this morning, an I'm too deep in thought to hear the front door open and Richard walk up behind me.

"Hello Darling." Richard breathes in my ear, kissing my neck.

"I didn't hear you come in." I reply, my voice shaking as shivers jolt down my spine.

"What's on your mind?" He can read me like an open book.

"Lorelai, the baby, our relationship." I answer, getting us drinks.

"Which one?"

"Which one...what?"

"Relationship. The one in bed or out of it?"

"Well, my mind drifts back and forth. I don't even have to guess were your mind stays."

"You probably don't. It stays on one thing during the entire day."

"Really Richard. Our sex life can't keep you occupied the ENTIRE day, can it?"

"I wasn't thinking about that, Emily. Iwas thinking about you. But now that you mention it..."

"Richard!"

Richard grins widely, then refills my drink.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

We sit in silence for a while, lost in our own thoughts. Mine drift to Rory.

Rory hasn't really been around much since the news of her mother's pregnancy reached her that afternoon, two months ago. She's been at school, or with Logan, or...somewhere that's not with her mother. I hate to have to hold my daughter because she's crying her eyes put about the way her own daughter treats her. It breaks my heart.

Richard seems to, once again, read me like a book, because he wraps his arm around me and asks, "Thinking about Lorelai again, Love?"

"No. Rory. She's worrying me. She's never acted this way toward Lorelai. I mean, when she live with us, she didn't talk with Lorelai, or spend time with her, but...now's different. Lorelai and Rory have come to terms, they've been getting along well for almost a year now, and...I just don't understand what's wrong, Richard." I snuggle into his embrace, inhaling his musky cologne.

"Neither do I, Sweetheart. Neither do I." We stay like this for about half an hour. I'm nearly asleep when the grandfather clock strikes 8 pm. "Come on, Emily. Let's go to bed. It's getting late." Richard helps me up, running his hand down my back and against my bottom as I stretch.

"Richard Gilmore, I'm tired, and I want to sleep." I say, trying to keep a straight face.

I don't succeed.

"Fine, fine. Let's go up." He puts his arm around my shoulders, guiding me upstairs.

As we ready for bed, I have to wonder what on Earth could make Rory act the way she has been. It's just not like her to ignore her mother, especially when Lorelai needs her like she does. I will have to ask her when she comes over for dinner tomorrow night.

I walk out of the bathroom and climb into bed to snuggle with my husband. The man in question is deep in a book, so I just pull it out of his grasp.

"Hey, I was reading that." he says, grabbing for his book.

He missed. He grabs my breast instead.

"I'm sorry. I...you..." I send him a dirty look. I'm not in a good mood as it is. This isn't helping. "They got in the way!" he says loudly, gesturing toward my torso.

"Yes, because they protrude so far from my body." Why am I yelling? I wasn't upset a minute ago.

"Emily, what's the matter? I accidentally grab your breast, and now you're yelling. What's wrong?" he asks, much calmer than I am at the moment.

"I don't know! That's the problem! URG! Damn hormones!" That's the only thing I can think of to blame it on.

"Oh no...Is it, um, that time in life?" He sounds scared.

"I have no idea. I've been having terrible mood swings all month, and I'm late." I can see concern in Richard's eyes.

"How late?"

"Almost three weeks. And, no. I'm not pregnant. I already checked that."

He sighs. "Good. Well, not that you being pregnant is a bad thing, but I don't think either of us would be ready for another child right now."

"I knew what you meant." I lean against his warm body, seeking comfort as I have in the past. "Richard?"

"Yes, Emmy?"

"Hold me."

"Alright." He wraps his arms around me in a loving embrace. "Feel any better?"

"Mmhmm." I wrap my leg around both of his loosely, and he tightens his hold on my body.

"Good night, Emily."

"Good night, Richard. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Author's Note: Again, I'm sorry for the slowness. A little warning for the future. I'm not going to be updating as much for a little while. My grandfather died yesterday, and I've had two emotional breakdowns so far. I'll do my best to update when I can. Review! They make me smile a lot. :) See? All smiles.

Branda