A/N: Hey there! Here is another installment and picture into the life of young single mother Lorelai Gilmore. Are you enjoying it? Please tell me. The reviews say it all!

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October 8, 1984

She's here. My beautiful baby girl is now in the world and no longer trapped inside my body. She'd beautiful, angelic really.

She is perfect.

I finally decided on a name. I know it's about time. My daughter's name is Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. Yes, I really did name her after me. Seems crazy, I understand that, but come on, guys do it all the time, why can't us females have our names carried on? Okay, so it might have had something to do with the Demerol I was drugged up on, but hey we won't tell that part of the story.

And, for the Demerol, it didn't help too much. Childbirth hurts, like hell! I have never been in so much pain before. Ever. There are no words to describe it, I couldn't. Then again, I'm not sure I really want to describe it. That will make me always have a way to remember it and out of everything today has been, the pain part I would be totally fine in forgetting.

Okay and what is with the ice chips they give you? Is there a purpose for them because I didn't find any? The only thing that I did with that stupid cup of ice was pelt nurses. Sounds a bit odd, but it was so much fun and it helped take my mind off of the intense pain I was feeling, so I guess they did end up having a purpose.

I'm glad it's all over now though. Twenty-six hours of labor. Twenty-six. I didn't think she'd ever come out. I mean, I was sitting in my room, like two days ago, watching some late night TV show when I started feeling the pains. Damn contractions. Mom and dad were pretty upset that I didn't wake them. I just took a cab to the hospital and left them a note on the kitchen table. It seemed much less dramatic that way.

They didn't think so. Hours later they showed up at the hospital, yelling and complaining how I didn't wake them up so they could drive me to the hospital and then sit for hours as I went through hell. Mom even had the audacity to assume she'd be joining me in the room.

Hell no.

There wasn't any way in hell I was going to let her come into that room with me.

Dad ended up leaving and going to work. He couldn't stay away all day and since Rory was being so shy he left around lunchtime promising to come straight back if she was born or after dinner. I didn't really care, all I was concerned about was getting my kid out of me.

Finally, at 4:08 am this morning Lorelai Leigh Gilmore made her appearance into the world.

Nothing can describe the feeling of holding my daughter for the first time. Looking into her eyes and having that instant connection. God, it was amazing.

Christopher was there. He showed up to the hospital after school had let out for the day and stayed through our daughter's birth. I'm sure Straub and Francine weren't happy about that, but god, who cares about their opinion. They've already made themselves very aware that she won't be welcome into their lives as a granddaughter. Their loss.

Chris proposed again this morning. I couldn't believe it. You would think he would have gotten the message by now. Apparently he hasn't.

"She's beautiful," Chris whispered. We were standing outside of the glass that surrounds the hospital nursery just staring at our daughter.

"She's perfect," I told him, my eyes never leaving her face. There is this feeling that overwhelms you the moment they lay your new child in your arms that is indescribable. I wanted nothing more than to stare at her for the rest of her life.

"We should get married Lorelai," Chris said and I groaned.

"Not this, not again Chris."

"Why not Lorelai? Why won't you marry me? I love you," Chris said, pulling me by the arm down the hall and into my room.

"And I love you too Chris. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember, but I'm not in love with you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Chris asked, obviously hurt.

"I can't marry you. I don't love you like that. We'll always be connected because of Rory, but I can't marry you. You don't want to marry me anyways."

"Yes I do," Chris argued and I could only shake my head.

"You feel you have to, but you don't want to. Go to Europe Chris. Go to college. Make something of yourself. I can't marry you."

"I'm not going to give up Lor. We belong together. You'll marry me one day," Chris said angrily as he picked up his jacket. "I won't give up."

"I'm sorry Chris," I whispered and he just shrugged and walked out the door. I haven't seen him since. Though, it has only been like six hours since he left. I wish I loved him enough to marry him. To make a marriage work and be a family, but I can't and I won't live in that lie. We'd be divorced before we turned twenty five and I can't do that to either of us.

Though, I'm not sure how long I'll be able to deal living with my parents. They've already started talking about Nannies to leave her with when I go back to school. I can't even begin to imagine the look on their face when I tell them I won't be going back to school. I've looked into getting my GED and I'm fairly certain that is the route I'm going to go.

And I don't want to leave my daughter all day with a nanny. I couldn't do that to her.

Sitting here now I'm watching the rise and fall of my daughter's chest as she sleeps quietly beside me. I begged the nursed to bring her bassinet into my room so I can be there right with her until we leave the hospital tomorrow afternoon and thankfully they agreed.

I'm not going to let my parents bully me into something I don't want to do. I will be the one raising my daughter. I won't just let some nanny do it for me. Sorry, but that is so not the way it works. I know I'm still just sixteen but now that I have a daughter I'm an adult.

Having a kid makes you grow up pretty fast.

Damn. My life has changed today. I mean, technically it changed the day I saw the stick turn pink, but still, today makes it all the more real. That little baby girl sleeping next to me is real, all of this is real, and it's my life now. Hell, I'm not sure I'm ready for this, but I don't have a choice huh? Nope. Didn't think so.

Well, here's to the next chapter of my life.

Motherhood.

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