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A/N: I have nothing to say, after twelve chapters, and many more to come, what do you expect? :) Enjoy!

Jess had left one week ago. He was in Boston at Harvard getting his training for the month of July and Rory was home alone. She was bit lonely, but she knew this training was important. Besides, he was only in training for about three more weeks and she had possible plans to go and stay with him in his last week. It really just depended on her work and how she was feeling. She had been feeling a little under the weather lately and while she figured she would get better in three weeks, her work might suffer a bit.

Rory sighed and made herself a cup of coffee. She had taken off work today since she had felt horrible that morning, but she had begun to feel much better. Come to think of it, she had been feeling pretty bad for a while, but it always seemed to get better, so she always stuck it out and went to work. Sometimes the sick feeling hit her at night too, but she always did her best to hide it from Jess. She didn't manage it too well, so he left with a worried look for her and a, "Take care of yourself! Call me if you need anything." Rory, of course, didn't plan to do any such thing. Her mom was in the same town, and that's who she would call if she needed anything. Jess was too busy to be bothered with her if she was sick. The only reason she took off work today was because she decided maybe staying home a day would help her get better.

Rory decided the house needed a good cleaning. She was pretty much caught up on work right now (which is also why she felt comfortable taking the day off, if she hadn't, she would've suffered through as she did the past week), she had no huge articles due and she had to do something to keep her occupied while she was home all day, now that she was feeling much better.

She took her coffee cup into the bedroom and began dusting and vacuuming. She made it into the bathroom and before she cleaned the floor she decided she would dust the cabinets and clean out whatever could be hiding in there. She opened the cabinets under the sink and that's when she knew. She began to count back. Oh god, she was in trouble.

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"Mom, are you alone?" Rory asked as soon as Lorelai picked up the phone.

"Well, hello to you too, daughter," Lorelai joked.

"Mom, are you alone?" Rory repeated. Lorelai quickly saw that her daughter was not in a joking mood.

"Yes," Lorelai told her. "I'm in my office. What's wrong? Why aren't you at work?"

"I took off from work because I have nothing huge due and I wasn't feeling well," Rory explained. "I started feeling a lot better though, and I figured if I was going to be home all day, I might as well do something productive."

"That's dangerous," Lorelai joked with her daughter.

"You're telling me," Rory said. "I decided to clean. I cleaned the bedroom and I was in the process of cleaning the bathroom and I thought I would clean out the insides of the cabinets. I opened the ones under the sink, and that's when I saw them."

"What?" Lorelai questioned. "Bugs!"

Rory had to roll her eyes. "No, Mom. Tampons. I'm late."

Lorelai had to stop a smile from spreading across her face. "How late?"

"Oh, you know," Rory stalled. "About two months."

"Rory!" Lorelai cried. "Two months!"

"Hush!" Rory implored. "I don't want anyone to hear you. Before the wedding we were too busy planning for me to even think about it, and then during the wedding and the honeymoon that was the last thing on my mind. I've been so busy lately with trying to get Jess off to his training that I didn't think about it. I don't even think I would have noticed if I hadn't been cleaning today."

"I think you would have noticed once you started gaining weight," Lorelai said.

"Wait, aren't we jumping to conclusions here?" Rory said.

"Um, Rory…you're two months late, I hardly think—" Lorelai began.

"Mom!" Rory cut her off. "Let's not do any jumping. It could just be…stress or something. Can you come over?"

"Of course," Lorelai agreed. "Do you have…"

"I was hoping you would buy them," Rory admitted sheepishly.

"Rory," Lorelai groaned. "Everyone's going to think I'm having another baby. I don't want that spread around. Then if I tell them it's not me I don't think you want that spread around. If I refuse to answer altogether, then they will really think it's me and I'm not about to let Luke and the kids hear about something that's not true from one of the townies."

"I don't want rumors spread about me though," Rory reminded her mom. "Just go to Hartford or Litchfield. Nobody will recognize you in Hartford and you will be good in Litchfield too. Pleeeeeease, Mom!" Rory wasn't prone to begging, but she just wanted to sit in her house and panic. If she was pregnant…this wasn't supposed to happen. She was not supposed to have a baby. That was the one thing she wanted to avoid!

Lorelai gave a sigh. "Okay. Let me make up some lie to Sookie and Michel. I'll ask Luke to pick up the kids and give me an hour."

"Ask Luke to pick up the kids?" Rory asked. It was only noon.

"I have a feeling that when these tests show what we both know they will, I am going to be with you for a very long time," Lorelai pointed out. She knew how her daughter felt about having kids and knew Rory didn't want to deal with that. It looked like she had no choice.

Rory thanked her mother and hung up the phone. As soon as her phone was closed and resting safely on the coffee table, Rory let out a loud and long groan of frustration and slumped into the couch. This was not in the plans!

Oh no! Is Rory pregnant? I kind of tipped my hand in the chapter, but if she isn't…any ideas on why she would be late? So, you want to review? Please? And thanks for reading!