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Janeeva turned off her dim head lights and took a deep breath as she got out of the car and headed up the pathway to the old house. She was actually a lot more nervous than she had anticipated. She reached the door, lifted her hand slowly, and knocked. A pale elderly man opened the door.

"Yes?" he asked in an annoyed voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Shepard." Janeeva smiled. "You remember me don't cha? Janeeva Walker. Maryanne Walker's girl."

Mr. Shepard stared at her for many moments, "Ah, yes… Yes, I do." He smiled. "You put on a few years on since I seen ya last, but you got that same sweet face."

"I was hoping …" Janeeva looked down and paused. "Is ya son home?" she asked as she quickly glanced back up.

"Roscoe? Yeah, he 'round back." Mr. Shepard replied. "Why's you want to see him a for?"

"I's just wishin' to speak to him is all, Mr. Shepard. Thank you. I'll just let myself 'round back."

"Now, wait a minute, girl." Mr. Shepard stepped out onto the porch, "When a woman comes to see my boy, she only here for one thing…" He gazed at her in the eye. "Ain't you got a little one at home?"

"Yes." Janeeva answered. "Cheyenne."

Mr. Shepard shook his head, "No, now that ain't right..."

"Mr. Shepard, I sure do appreciate your thoughtfulness, but if ya excuse me, I need to speak to Roscoe."

Janeeva stepped down off the porch and walked around the house. It was nearly dark and the rain had given way to a mere drizzle, but Roscoe had a light shinning bright from an old barn. It was where he conducted his business and he often referred to it as his office.

Roscoe spotted a womanly figure headed towards him, "Hold it right there." He called as he stepped out by the barn door.

"Roscoe, it's me." Janeeva replied failing to halt.

"Janeeva?" Roscoe asked surprised as he suddenly perked up straight and moved out of the barn door so she could come in out of the rain. She stepped into the well lit barn, her face glistening from the rain drops. "Aw, you're all wet." Roscoe replied. He reached over and grabbed a rag from his desk. "Here, dry yourself off."

"Thanks." Janeeva took the rag and patted her face and arms. "Guess I should've brought my umbrella." She smiled.

"Guess so." Roscoe agreed. "What brings ya out this a way, anyhow?"

Janeeva took a deep breath, "I need to speak with ya."

"Speak with me?" Roscoe repeated. "'Bout what?"

"Well… 'but gettin' a job." Janeeva took a seat in an old rusted chair Roscoe had sitting beside his desk.

"You mean, you wanna work for me?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. What else?"

Roscoe walked over and sat down behind his desk, "Janeeva, you know I'm mighty fond of you."

"I know, Roscoe."

"I've asked you a hundred times to go out with me…." He continued. "Offered to by you drinks… and offered to take you to movies…"

"I know…" Janeeva repeated. "And I appreciated every one of them offers, but I couldn't take ya up on any of 'em."

"Cause of ya girl? Cheyenne?" Roscoe asked. "Right?"

"That had something to do with it… but never mind all of that. I'm here now because I need a job."

Roscoe lowered his eyes, "This business ain't really your type. Why don't ya just let me take ya out sometime and I wouldn't mind givin' ya some money here and there … ya know, just to help ya out."

"Roscoe… Now, I've already thought 'bout this. I came to you, cause I trust you but if you don't want to hire me, then I'll find someone who will…"

"Hold on now, don't be talking crazy." Roscoe held up his hand. "If you're that sure ya want a job, then I'll give ya one, but now, I got a strict policy about youngins."

Janeeva sighed, "I know your policy Roscoe. If they ain't at least sixteen, you don't do business."

"Well, I just like to keep it away from the toddlers." Roscoe replied. "No sense in them seeing such things. Your Cheyenne though, she ain't no where near sixteen."

"She's eleven." Janeeva answered. "Be twelve this September."

"That's still young…" Roscoe noted.

"Roscoe, I ain't no fool to the rules or to how it works. You know I've been in this business before."

"I've heard." Roscoe took out a cigarette and lit it. "Johnny Reynolds, right? He said you were a good worker."

"I sacrificed a lot for him and that job, Roscoe. I gave up two of my babies …"

Roscoe blew smoke into the humid air, "Say, what made you keep Cheyenne?"

Janeeva looked away quickly, "I thought I could change."

"Change?"

"Become better." She focused back on Roscoe. "But I can't… My life is a wreck. Her life is a wreck. I'm barely gettin' enough food on the table to last us each week. I can't do this anymore, I've got to have real money!"

"Well, we'll have to figure out something for her… she can't stay with you as long as you workin' for me. She got an aunt or uncle or someone she can stay with for a while?"

Janeeva shook her head, "No… don't matter no how." She paused and swallowed heavily. "I've been talking with an adoption agency. If I let her go now while she's still kinda young, she'll have a better chance of finding a family."

"You gonna give her up, Janeeva?" Roscoe asked. "After all these years?"

"I cant see as I got much more of a choice." Janeeva hung her head and stared down at the hard compacted dirt floor. "They coming to get her this weekend. Will you have a job ready by Monday?"

Roscoe inhaled deeply and tapped his finger on the desk, "Well, the escort business has been rather slow these last few months…. But I can make some calls. I'll get you some jobs lined up, Janeeva. Good pay."

"Thank you, Roscoe. Ya don't know how much this means to me." Janeeva stood from her chair. "I'll come back by Monday morning."

"You take care, darlin'."

"I will." Janeeva flashed a quick smile and walked out of the barn.

(Stars Hollow)

Lorelai held the phone close to her ear as she waited for Rory's response.

"Adoption, wow…." Rory replied. "I didn't know you were considering doing that."

"What do you think? Good idea? Bad idea?" Lorelai asked eagerly.

"Good." Rory replied. "I think it's… good."

"Really?"

"Really… I mean, it makes perfect sense. You shouldn't have to live your life alone and this way, you wouldn't."

"You don't think I should have had one on my own?" Lorelai asked, double checking her daughter's enthusiasm.

"Well, I kind of always thought you would do it that way, but… well, I totally see why adoption is an option now."

"Right… I shouldn't have to wait till I find the perfect guy, fall in love, get married, get pregnant and then wait nine months to pop it out… I can skip all of that."

"That's possibly the oddest way I've ever heard it phrased, but yes… yes you can." Rory smiled.

"So you really think this is good? You support this?"

"I support this. I support you." Rory added. "I want you to be happy."

"I'm going Monday to start the whole adoption process. Looking at pictures, and back ground checks; the whole nine yards."

"Wow, Monday… that's soon." Rory noted.

"Too soon?"

"No, not too soon… just soon." Rory paused. "Any particular gender you have in mind?"

"Actually, no. I'm not going to base it on gender or appearance…" Lorelai joked.

"Age?" Rory asked, noticing Lorelai didn't mention it.

Lorelai laughed, "Ah, you got me. I would actually prefer one between the ages of five and ten."

"Five and ten?" Rory asked. "And the logic is?"

"Well, under five you have to deal with diapers, potty training, teething… dear God the teething…" Lorelai paused. "Where as I don't want to go older than ten, because once you get passed ten you're personality traits and outlook on life is kind of already set and I can't help but be a bit narcissistic and hope that some of my wonderful personality traits would rub off on them."

Rory laughed, "Well best of luck with you between the ages of five and ten adoption search. I'm really happy about it. Honest. It'll be neat having a little brother or sister."

"It's a big step."

"It is."

"But I'm ready."

"You are."

"Thanks, kiddo." Lorelai smiled.

"Anytime. Good night, Mom." Rory hung up the phone.