A/N: Nothing much to say other then thank you all again for being amazing :). The Luke/Jess talk isn't in this chapter but no worries, grasshoppers, for it will be in a future chapter in flashback form. So sorry if that's disappointing, but I hope the rest isn't. Thank you again, enjoy and leave a review.

I'm happy

"I finally have you alone!" Lorelai grinned excitedly, looking at her daughter. "How do you feel about this? Really?"

"I am really happy, I promise."

"Really, really?"

"Over the moon, dancing on a rainbow, whatever you want to define it happy. A terrified kind of happy, but still happy."

"Good. But, you know, just in case, no one would think any less of you if you weren't thrilled about it, ok?"

"Mom, I'm happy. I swear. Yes, it wasn't planned and yes, I would have liked this to happen after we got married if Jess ever decides to propose and no, I am not going to open this discussion again about me proposing to him, but now that this has happened, I am happy it has. I want kids, you know that, and I love Jess so much that I can't help but be immensely excited about this."

"Aw, kid…" Lorelai smiled, turning around for a second and put her hand on her daughter's arm. "That's sweet. And now that I know you're excited I get to be excited as well without feeling guilty."

"Yes, we all get to be excited." She grinned happily. "And I get to pick your brains about everything."

"That's why brains are there-to be picked. What do you want to know?"

"Everything!"

"Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much…oh, wait, you already know that part." She accentuated the word 'that', an evil grin on her face.

"There's no chance that that whole 'doing the splits on a crate of dynamite' was just an exaggeration on your part to scare me from getting pregnant at 16, is there?"

"Sorry. But epidurals are your best friend. As is throwing things at the bastard that got you in this mess and so help you, he should just wait until you get your hands on him and he'll pay for it!"

"Ah, yes, I was there. I've never seen Luke so terrified before."

"Poor man. Don't forget to use that guilt when it's 3AM and you've just fallen asleep and the baby starts crying again. Works wonders."

"I will make a note of that." Rory smiled.

"What else do you want to know? Go on, you have a real fountain of wisdom here."

"I don't know. But I will call as soon as I can think of anything else."

"You know this means it's my turn to ask questions so I would think of something fast if you don't want to open that can of worms."

"Ask away." She smiled calmly at her mother.

"Do you want a boy or a girl? Are you naming her Lorelai if it's a girl? Are you naming him Lorelai if it's a boy? Are you really sure you want to tell the grandparents? Are you also sure it's Jess'?" She laughed, not looking away from the road.

"Well, there are a few possibilities…" Rory giggled. "Yes, it's his."

"Good genes, cute butt. Next?"

"I think I kind of have to tell grandma and grandpa. It's not like I can keep it a secret for long. And why did you ever look at my boyfriend's butt?"

"Force of habit. And just tell them there was a sale on chocolate. They're old, how are they ever going to know?"

"Mom, there's a difference between old and blind."

"Punch them in the face and there won't be."

"Nice."

"I try. So, boy or girl? And don't even dare give me the 'I don't care as long as it's healthy' crap. Every pregnant woman says that and they're all lying."

"Girl. No, boy. Girl. I don't know!"

"It's going to be either one or the other. I'm a hundred percent sure of that."

"Boy, I think. A miniature version Jess." Rory smiled happily at the thought of a young boy with dark hair running around.

"Do you want to give Taylor a heart attack? He still hasn't warmed up to the real Jess, even after all these years, and now you want to drop a mini-Jess on him?" She grinned when an idea entered her head. "And even more important, if it's a boy and all that, can I buy him a leather jacket? Because I think the dad will insist on getting him his first bottle of hair gel."

"You are evil." She laughed, looking back at her mother.

"I do my best. I'm trying to teach Will to follow Kirk around when he's at the diner, just to freak him out, but he hasn't picked up on it yet. Soon, my friend, soon."

"So now I have to keep my child away from both you and Jess?"

"No, no, Jess will be useful. He can teach young Lorelai many tricks."

"Mom, I'm not naming the kid Lorelai. It might get slightly confusing if it's a boy!"

"And ruining tradition?"

"We'll debate it further. But this is between Jess and me."

"I know." She reassured her daughter. "I'm just making suggestions."

"Just as long as we're clear on that."

"Crystal." Pulling into the parking lot of the inn, she turned off the engine of the car. "Ready to go tell Sookie? And watch Michel cry like a baby when he figures out that there's news going around and he doesn't know it yet?"

"Should I tell him?"

"Only if you want to."

"He'll be in the second batch, after grandma, grandpa, dad and probably Liz." Rory replied, getting out of the car and waiting for her mother to join her.

"Have you and Jess talked about Liz?"

"Mom, you've been with us pretty much all the time since we found out. Not a lot of time for talking."

"Ok. But if you need anything, which includes moral support when you tell your dad or anyone else because we already decided that I have to be there for the big reveal with the grandparents, you can count on me, you know that, right?"

"I know." She squeezed her mother's arm as they walked inside the inn, waving to Michel who was sitting at the front desk, looking crabby and then hurrying to the kitchen. When they opened the door, they walked to Sookie, who was chopping some carrots and talking to one of the staff members.

"Sookie, put the knife down. We have to talk!" Lorelai giggled excitedly, her arm linked with Rory's and the woman put the knife down, looking at them.

"What is it?"

"Alone."

Sookie looked around her. "Ok, everybody out!" The other people in the kitchen put whatever they were doing down and left the room.

"We could have just gone to my office." Lorelai quipped, smiling.

"Hey, my kitchen, I get to do what I want. What is it? It's not something bad, is it? We're not closing down the inn or anything?"

"No, the inn is fine. This is good news. Great, great news actually." She squeezed Rory's arm. "Well, it's more of her news than mine. Although it's kind of my news as well but I had nothing to do with it and it's way bigger for Rory and…"

"Mom, breath." Rory reminded her, grinning as well.

"Well, I'm excited!"

"So is someone going to tell me so I can be excited with you?" Sookie finally reminded them that she was there, looking from between the two of them.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Go ahead, kid." Lorelai stepped back and Rory took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant." She announced again, smiling as she said the words and Sookie wrapped her arms around her.

"Aw, cupcake! I remember when you were…so little…and now…you're…and…" The other woman tried to stay calm but she ended up crying, hugging Rory.

"Sook, that's not a sentence." Lorelai chimed in and the woman stepped back, wiping her face quickly.

"Sorry. It's just that…she's so…and not…" She blubbered again, hugging Lorelai quickly as well.

"Still not a sentence!" She hugged her back, trying very hard not to cry as well.

Letting go of her friend, Sookie fanned her face with her hands. "I'm good. I'm calm." Wiping her cheeks again, she turned around to look at Rory. "I'm so happy for you, angel."

"Thanks, Sookie."

"Aw, you're not a little girl anymore!" She squeezed Rory's arm, smiling happily.

"And soon she's not going to be so little anymore!"

"Hey, I refuse to think about that before I have to."

"Good choice. Not seeing your feet is no one's definition of fun." Sookie smiled.

"Michelle Duggar doesn't seem to mind it." Lorelai quipped. "Though all the banging into things is tons of fun."

"So when did you find out?" Sookie turned her attention back to Rory.

"Last night."

"Any cravings yet? Because anything you want, name it and I'll make it!"

"Not yet." Rory laughed softly. "I still haven't gotten used to the idea completely."

"Ok, honey, see, when someone says that, you say yes, immediately followed by requesting anything chocolate." Lorelai smiled, putting her hand on Rory's shoulder.

"I will keep that in mind for future reference." She smiled.

Sookie walked to the fridge, getting out a measuring cup filled with chocolate squares and handed it to Lorelai. "Here. Leftovers from the cake I made for the convention people."

"Bless you, you are a goddess." Lorelai grabbed the cup, taking a piece out then extending her hand, offering her daughter some and Rory took a few pieces for herself.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you!" Sookie squealed again.

"Thank you."

"And remember to ask for anything you want! Anything as long as it can be cooked, baked or broiled I will make it for you!"

"That's what I have Jess for." She smiled playfully. "Though your cakes are way better."

"How is he? Excited as well?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"He's starting to get so overprotective. It's awesome. You should see them together."

"Hey!" Rory protested. "What, there's nothing good on TV?"

"Not as good as this."

"Just as long as he doesn't go completely Jackson. Remember the first time?" Sookie laughed.

"Oh, yeah, he wanted to take away your knives!"

"And would never drive past 5 miles an hour."

"Men…" Lorelai shook her head. "Or Luke when he started calling you daily to make sure I ate properly when I was here?"

"Or the all car seat rants?"

"On second thought, hon, your boyfriend making you sit down is still normal." Lorelai smiled at her daughter, taking another piece of chocolate. "We just have to wait and see how crazy he goes. And with him being related to Luke, this will be hilarious to watch."

She was interrupted by one of the kitchen staff members, who cracked the door open.

"Sookie? People are starting to come down for tea."

"Shoot!" The woman yelped, moving back to her chopping board and waving the others back in.

"We'll let you get back to this. Just…it's a secret, ok?" Lorelai told her.

"I won't tell a soul."

"Thanks, Sookie." Rory smiled, giving the woman a quick hug before her and her mother walked back out, finding Michel pouting.

"What's happening?"

"Nothing, Michel." Lorelai tried to stay serious but ended up stifling a giggle when she saw the man huff.

"You kicked everyone out of the kitchen! You have a secret! I demand to know!"

"Michel, there's no secret. We just had to talk about the…um…bonuses for the waiters and everyone else for Christmas and we didn't want them to hear." She covered quickly.

"And why wasn't I invited to this?"

"Because you have to cover the front desk."

"Fine." The man huffed again, crossing his arms across his chest. Shaking her head at his childishness, Lorelai looked at her daughter, smiling.

"Ready to head back?"

"Yeah. See you, Michel."

"Fine, whatever." He snapped back.

Later that day, after more talking and celebrating, Rory and Lorelai were hugging outside the front door while the two men were looking at them.

"Call as soon as you talk to the doctor, ok?"

"I will."

"And tell her that if she's not nice to you, I will personally hunt her down and kill her."

"Mom, I don't think threatening my doctor would lead to good things."

"You're not. I am." Lorelai smiled, hugging her daughter even tighter. "And call no matter what you need. Or want to know. Just call a lot, ok?"

"Mom, I'll see you again in a couple of weeks for Friday night dinner."

"It's not soon enough." She finally let go of Rory, then turned around to look at Jess. "You better take damn good care of her, you hear me?"

"I will." He smiled softly, then stepped closer to Rory, taking her hand. "Ready to go?"

"We forgot the books." She looked back at him.

"I already dropped them in the car."

"Then we can go." She waved at her mother and step-father quickly. "Bye."

"Call!" Lorelai pointed again and she smiled, nodding then headed for the car, with Jess next to her. As soon as they were back in the car, she kicked off her shoes, putting her seatbelt on and waving at her mother again as the car drove away. When she couldn't see the house anymore, she sighed, resting back on the seat.

"Today was exhausting."

"But good?"

"Really good. Would have liked to spend more time with you, though." She ruffled his hair, smiling.

"What, you don't see me enough?"

"I just feel like we haven't had time to celebrate this together."

He caught her hand in his, placing a small kiss on her palm. "We will when we get home."

"You know celebrating involves more lists, right?"

"Yes." He nodded, smirking. "After all this time, I've picked up a thing or two about you."

"I love you." She ruffled his hair again, then started looking around her. "Where did you put the books?"

"Back seat."

She tried to twist around and grab one of them but she couldn't reach them, making her let out an unsatisfied grumble.

"What?" He asked, trying to pay attention to the road in front of him.

"Can't get to them."

"And it can't wait 'til we're home?"

"Nope. I've already wasted a lot of valuable research time."

"You're insane." He smirked but pulled over the car on the side of the road at the same time. Reaching in the back, he picked up one of the books and handed it to her, then leaned over and kissed her. "Officially insane."

"Well I am having your baby." She accentuated the word 'your'. "I don't know what else that says about me."

"That you really should have made damn sure this wasn't happening?" He chuckled, placing another kiss on her lips. "Guess now you're stuck with having me around."

"And the possibility of mini-you. God, I'm in trouble." She laughed, kissing him happily.

"Let's hope the kid is more mini-you than mini-me then. For everyone's sake, especially the poor thing's."

"Nope." She shook her head, kissing him again. "I've decided. I want a little boy that looks just like you. Crazy hair and all." She ran her fingers through his hair slowly.

"Why would you ever wish that on the poor kid?"

"You see, it's a direct result of being in love with you. I am so blinded by it that I tend to think that you're the greatest guy on Earth."

He cupped her face in his hand, smiling as he kissed her. "I love you too." Kissing her one last time, he turned back and put his seat belt back on, driving away. "But I still say that if the kid knows what's good for him or her, it will look like you. And hopefully, for our sanity, be more like you than me."

"I don't think the world is ready for another teenage Jess. Stars Hollow still hasn't recovered from the original."

"You liked teenage Jess." He pointed out, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, well, I never said that was proof of great decision making skills, now did I?"

"Not nice, Miss Gilmore. Not nice at all."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" Rory giggled, jumping from her seat, pulling the seat belt away from her with one hand and kissed his cheek. "How awful of me."

"Yes, it is. Now sit back down and stop distracting me before I crash the car."

"Mean." She pouted, picking up the book she had thrown on the floor, opening it to the first page.

"Just trying to keep both of us alive long enough for that kid to have time to make us wish we had never had children."

"As long as it looks like you and drives us crazy together, it's all good."

"So all would be forgiven if the kid has my irresistible charm?" Jess chuckled, looking at her quickly.

"Hey, it gets you out of trouble every time you annoy me." She extended her hand, tracing his bottom lip with her fingers. "Especially that annoyingly smug smirk."

He kissed her fingers quickly, getting a smile out of her. "The smug smirk is just part of my charm. And it's not annoying."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself." She laughed, messing up his hair again. "Although you have enough reasons to be smug." She leaned over again, kissing the spot just below his ear.

"What did I say about letting me focus on driving?" He glanced at her quickly, rubbing her leg with his right hand.

"I don't remember." She giggled, going back to sitting in her seat. "Pregnancy brain and all that." She stuck out her tongue, making him laugh.

"You know you can't actually claim that yet, do you?"

"Really? So when's the cutoff?"

"I don't know." He admitted. "But just not yet."

"It still doesn't feel real, does it? I mean…we're talking about it and people are asking me a ton of questions but…it doesn't. It probably should but…nope, not yet."

"Ror, it's only been 24 hours. Less than that. Give yourself some time."

"I am. I'm not stressing over this, Jess. It's just not completely real yet. Does it feel like this is actually happening to you?"

"I don't know." He answered after a few second of silence. "Guess that's a no."

"So when do you think it starts being real?"

"Morning sickness?"

"Don't even mention that!" She pointed her finger at him. "I will not think of the uncomfortable bits before they happen and you are not allowed to remind me of them."

"Fine. Then I don't know."

"Oh, ultrasound?" She offered a choice, making him smile.

"And when exactly is that?"

"Mom said around 7 weeks."

"You say that like it's supposed to tell me something. I have no idea how this works." He reminded her.

"Hey, I only have mom and Lane's experiences to go by. At least now we have books."

"Always good."

Rory opened the book to the first page, trying again to focus on reading. After a few pages, she lifted her head and looked at Jess. "Hey?"

"Yes?"

"I'm just…happy. Incredibly happy."

He didn't answer, instead he just cupped her face in his hand, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She put her hand on top of his, squeezing it gently and kissed his palm, then looked down at her book again, a massive smile spreading on her lips.