I'm sorry it's taken so long, but life has caught up with me! I'm going on an internship to Walt Disney World in about a week, so I've been super-stressed these past few months.

(I'm writing this part having RETURNED from previously set internship…ha, it's been that long. So sorry, but I've had a few beggars want me to continue. Here goes.)

I hope that I can make up for it. Regarding my storyline, I'm going to speed things up a bit, have stops in the nine-month period & such.

I took count, BTW, so you understand it all ok (I was confusing myself, ha) and, according to my math, by a GUESTIMATION, Lorelai was pregnant by late March, so Rory would be born in late November, early December (remember she was saying to Rory how snowy and blizzarding it was), so this chapter takes place in early June. Yay!

Please R&R.

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Were it even possible for the Gilmore household to become more tense, more cold, it raised to probably it's worst level in the next few weeks. Chilton became a constant level of hate on Lorelai's shoulders. She refused to speak to Christopher, who seemed to keep chiding her, trying to get her to speak to him, but Lorelai's lips refused to form kind words directed toward him.

Of course, within a week, Mitzi had caught wind of the situation, and the never-ending torment truly began. The little sticks and stones of hateful words followed Lorelai through the hallways, but she had to stick it out - it was her only escape from Richard and Emily Gilmore.

The realization that she was, indeed, on her own in this situation, hit Lorelai hard about a month and a half after her…'diagnosis.'

It was, more or less, a family reunion. People were pushing for Lorelai and Christopher to get married, but she was still refusing, flat out. Somehow her instincts were telling her that was the wrong decision.

Emily Gilmore had struck again. With a broad smile to her daughter, she stood in the doorway, where Lorelai, looking rather pale from morning sickness, was trying to concentrate on her schoolwork.

"Lorelai, I've no idea why, but suddenly, half of the family has come! And Straub and Francine are here with Christopher." Emily raised her eyebrows, smile fading into a thin, frustrated line when Lorelai didn't move. "Lorelai, would you please get dressed and come downstairs?"

"No," Lorelai said bluntly, flipping the page of her Chemistry book – like she needed any more information on that subject.

Crossing her arms, Emily gave her that 'do-or-die' look that meant so much. "Family is here, visitors to congratulate you. As they are here to see you, you, specifically, need to go downstairs and be the hostess I raised you to be."

Bright blue eyes lifting to gaze at her mother in frustration, Lorelai frowned. "Look, Mom, I didn't invite them, I didn't ask to be congratulated, I didn't ask to be pregnant, so would you mind not bothering me? I've got an exam on Monday that I'd rather not fail."

"Oh, Lorelai, why are you so determined to hinder me? The school year is over tomorrow, you can't make me think that you don't already know all there is to know on the subject."

Hanging her head, Lorelai adjusted so she could better face her mother. "I can't defend myself more than I already have, so I'll give it to you straight up – I don't want to go."

"Lorelai Gilmore, I raised you to be a proper lady, and you will act as such. Get dressed and go downstairs." Emily's voice was no-nonsense, and, had Lorelai been feeling better, she would have argued, but Emily was gone before she could raise her courage once more.

So, slowly and hesitatingly, Lorelai finally managed to pull on her clothes and stepped from her room and down the stairs.

It was hell, Lorelai was sure of it. Every time someone saw her, they turn to her, eager to hear the story of Emily Gilmore's daughter and her fall from society. But then, just as Lorelai began to speak to them, Emily showed up and started spilling Lorelai's guts, as if she had a knife and just cut out all her secrets; or, sometimes, they just turned away when Lorelai opened her mouth.

And then Straub found her.

His dark eyes were daggers of hate and unrelenting rage, making Lorelai cringe before he'd even reached her. "Well, hello Lorelai. I was hoping to see you here."

"I'll bet you were," Lorelai muttered into her cup as she brought it to her lips.

"Pardon?" Straub ask, cocking his eyebrows, already silver with age.

"Nothing, how are you, Mr. Hayden?" Lorelai asked with false cheerfulness, a broad smile on her face.

"Oh, I don't know, I-" Straub started, but before he could finish, Lorelai turned and walked away from him.

Chris may have an issue with her, but, in her mind, his parents had no dealings with her.

Supposedly, as far as Lorelai could figure from what her mother had said, this party was for her, and yet, she was probably the only person not talking to anybody.

Who was she kidding? She was a disappointment to society, she'd made the ultimate screw up and no one cared about her.

Suddenly, it kicked in. Lorelai was alone. Tears slid down her cheeks as she made her way to the door way. She could hear the rain before she opened it and flung herself into the dark abyss of the thunder and wind.

Water slapped her face in cool drops as she ran. Her heels sank into the fertile mud, so she left them behind, just wishing for something more, and yet knowing there would be nothing.

She was alone.

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Well, I'm back. I hope, lol. Finally got this part up and I hope everyone likes it.

Please R&R!