"You know that I hate to admit that you are right."
"It is part of our dynamic," Emily points out, "I won't make you admit it. The proof is in the pudding."
"This is far more serious than pudding."
"It is nearly as serious as ambrosia," Emily jests.
Lorelai rolls her eyes at her mother's flawed attempt at humor, "This is not funny."
"You're right it is very serious," Emily agrees.
"And seriously unexpected."
"I think that it is splendid."
"Splendid? I am old," Lorelai argues.
"I disagree."
"I am too old to be in this state."
Emily chuckles, "I would think that you would figure out what caused pregnancy by now."
"Mother! This is not funny. I am too old to be starting over. What am I supposed to do with a baby?" Her pulse begins to race.
"Calm down."
"Calm down! Did you miss the part where the line turned pink? It wasn't supposed to turn pink. I am grossly unprepared for this," she begins to rant as her anxiety rises.
"Do you want to sit down?" Emily questions.
Lorelai nods, and lowers herself to the floor.
"I meant in a chair."
"I feel sick," Lorelai insists.
Emily reluctantly takes a seat on the floor, near Lorelai.
"Look at me! Everything is going to be fine. You aren't a teenager anymore. You raised a perfectly capable, well-adjusted human being. You are great mother. You can do this. You are just in shock."
Lorelai falls silent, trying to process what her mother has just said, "But what if something goes wrong?"
"You are far more equipped to deal with it now than you were the first time around. You have a car, and a house. You aren't married, but I assume there is another reasonably responsible adult involved in the situation. You love new baby smell."
"How would you know?"
"You professed your love of new baby smell through endless nights of crying. Every time you are around a baby you inhale their scent as if they are a scratch and sniff sticker."
"What do you know about scratch, and sniffs?"
"Very little, but I know you. I know you better, than you would care to admit."
Lorelai breaks eye contact, and shifts her glance to the plastic stick in her hand.
"I'm pregnant."
"I think it is splendid."
"I feel nauseated."
Weeks pass as she mulls over the news. She keeps the information to herself, as she tries to process it. She feels more caught off guard than when she realized she was pregnant with Rory. She is sitting on the couch in her living room, when someone starts knocking at the door. She vacates her seat, and opens the door. Luke comes in, and looks at her expectantly.
"What is the emergency?"
"I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Have a seat," she points to the couch.
He takes a seat, she chooses to stand.
"I am not really sure where so start, so I think that I will just let the evidence speak for itself."
He furrows his brow, "I realize that most of the time I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."
"I have prepared entertainment for the evening."
"You brought me over here to watch a movie?"
"Yes, and no. It is short, and to the point," she presses a button on the remote.
The feature begins, and Luke stares at the screen in confusion. After about a minute Lorelai pauses the DVD player. Luke looks up at her.
"I don't understand. Why would a movie open with this?"
"Maybe you should look a little closer," Lorelai suggests.
"I can clearly see that it is one of those things."
"Things?"
"It's grainy, and black, and white. It screams low budget. What director would start out a movie with an unborn baby?"
"Can you read the top of the screen?" Lorelai questions.
He scoots to the edge of the seat, and squints. Eventually he makes out the words.
"Why does it say your name?"
She puts her hands on her hips, as she shrugs. She allows him to marinate on the thought for a moment.
"It wouldn't be right to put your name on it," she quips.
"My name? What has this got to do with me?"
Her eyes widen, "You are partially responsible."
"For this movie?"
"Luke!"
"What?!"
"This is not a feature film. That unborn baby on the screen is mine."
"Oh. Oh! You're pregnant?"
She nods, "Yes."
"Wow! That's great news!"
"I am glad you are excited, because you are the father."
"What?! Say again."
"We," she points to herself, and then to him, "are going to have a baby. The two of us are going to have a baby."
"Excuse me?"
"I am pregnant, and you are the party responsible for the other half of the baby's genetic code."
"We are going to have a baby?"
"Yes," she nods in confirmation.
"Together?"
"Yes," she nods again.
"Are you sure?"
"I am certain."
"How long have you know?"
"I found out a few weeks ago," she admits.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He responds with a hint of pain in his voice.
"I am no spring chicken. I wanted to wait until I had the sonogram to make sure everything is okay, before I told you. It took me a couple of weeks to get into the doctor."
"So how far along are you?"
"Eleven weeks," she reveals.
"Oh, wow!"
"Look, you don't have to say anything. I know that this is a bit of a shock. It caught me completely off guard, too. Sleep on it. Take some time to process. I just thought that you should know."
His glance shifts to the DVD player. "Can I borrow this?"
"Sure," she agrees.