Yes, in that last chapter Lorelai did get pregnant. This chapter, there will be some jumping around, but only because it's necessary to keep the story moving.

In case no one noticed, I wanted to point this out. Remember in the episode of Rory's birthday parties, Mitzi? She said she was trying to 'work on herself.' Now I'm not quite sure when, but earlier, Lorelai had mentioned how she'd had a 'Paris.' I'm guessing it turned out to be Mitzi, which is why I threw her into the mix. lol She'll cause more trouble later on.

Here goes!

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A few weeks passed, and Lorelai was beginning to get bored. It seemed like nothing exciting was ever happening. Her debutante dress fit perfectly, much to Emily's excitement and Lorelai's dismay. They insisted on at least one photo every time she was fitted in the thing.

The next month, though, as her annual dress fitting played out, Lorelai didn't feel so good. She felt bloated and crampy, and was altogether frustrated. It was a rare occurence that Lorelai was up before the sun rose, but she was up at five o'clock, in her bathroom and kneeling over the toilet, holding her hair away from the mess she was making.

"God," she muttered, finally feeling settled. Her throat was raw with the effort it had taken to get rid of whatever she'd eaten that was bad. It had to've been the pineapple - it was looking a little off-kilter the night before.

What Lorelai wanted that day was just a day to laze around, but, living in the Gilmore household, it was basically impossible. Sure enough, at nine o'clock sharp, Emily was attacking Lorelai in the hallway. "Will you hurry with the zipper and get out here? Gertrude only has so much time for us, you know."

"I can't," Lorelai said, her voice straining slightly as she tried to suck in her stomach, which she thought looked to same, just to make the stupid dress fit. It wasn't working.

"I'm coming in." Emily opened the door and marched over to her daughter.

"Mom, no, I've got it." Lorelai flexed her shoulders in frustration.

Emily paused, giving her daughter that look. "I see. And the zipper is going to stay there?" Emily tugged on the sides of the elegant white dress. "My God...it's not the zipper...it doesn't fit! Have you gained weight, Lorelai?"

"No," Lorelai said flatly.

"Fine, take it off. Gertrude will remeasure."

"Emily!" cried a shrill voice. "I really must go! Tata, darling!"

The corners of Lorelai's lips curved into a smile. "Guess that plan's out the window."

Emily flicked her long red hair over her shoulder. "Get the dress off. You'll fit in the next one, damnit, if I have to sew it onto you myself."

Once Emily had gone, Lorelai's face fell as a thought came to her, unbidden. It was a perfect answer...except for the fact that the whole universe would be completely off-kilter if it were true.

"God, please, no."

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Being only fifteen, Lorelai saw no other option but to go to the drug store. But it was by no means the close one.

Catching a bus after school, and talking very little to anyone, least of all Chrostopher, Lorelai went to the outskirts of Hartford, and found the nearest drugstore she could. Why was it Fridays were always bad days? This thought had occurred to her often, even though she knew the answer. This morning the dress, then school, now this.

Arriving home at last, Lorelai climbed the stairs silently, glad to find it was only Sofia in kitchen, preparing dinner. "Hmm...love that God damn club," she muttered.

A few minutes later, Lorelai left the bathroom, glad that part was done. All she needed to do was wait. She fell onto her bed, her curly black hair unfurling around her. She'd considered just throwing the stupid thing away. It was probably a waste of money. Lorelai'd been going to get cones often lately, that was probably it.

It seemed too soon when the timer went off. Lorelai didn't move for at least two minutes, but, finally, the incessant beeping got to her.

Lorelai walked into the bathroom, and the beeping suddenly became a pounding in her head. Lorelai didn't move a muscle, as if her movements would make time start again and there would be no changing the color on the strip. Finally, she picked up the tiny contraption to verify what she feared most - the strip was pink.

Finally, the beeping came to her again, louder in her ears than even the ringing that had quickly taken its place. She picked up the timer and threw it into the shower curtain, where it slipped quickly past and slammed into the wall, it horrific beeping stopping with a crash.

Lorelai leaned against the wall of the bathroom, the tester still in her hand. She let herself slide to the ground as tears streamed down her cheeks, her pretty blue eyes holding no more excitement, no more passion, just pain and pure misery.

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That chapter was harder to write than I thought it would be. No comments here - R&R please. (BTW, never saw Dear Emily & Richard, but I read the script, and I realized they screwed up. My version is going to be more like the first season's descriptions, with a different 'proposal' than season 3...aiya.)