A/N: A new story from me. I was watching the "Dear Emily and Richard" episode the other night and this idea kinda hit me, so I started writing and this is what came out. I'm not sure if anyone will like it, or want me to keep going. I leave it all in the hands of you readers. You tell me, keep going or stop right here. I want to know, honestly, what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the conversation I borrowed from the episode, it's just a little fun.

April 22, 1984

Dear diary,

Well, happy birthday to me. I can't believe it. I was not planning on celebrating my 16th birthday like this. Who does?

Pregnant. I'm pregnant. Me, Lorelai Gilmore, pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. I'm pregnant. (Okay, saying and writing it over and over is NOT helping.) I'm going to be having a baby at 16. This concept is so foreign to me. This was not supposed to be how this happened. Not now, not like this. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant, pregnant, nope, still not working. I had to give it another go.

Damn Christopher. Damn tequila. Damn busted condom. Damn, damn, damn. Damn stupid, shitty New Year's Eve party we tried to escape from. Damn balcony. Damn hormones. Damn it all.

This is not right. Not how it was supposed to be. My parents are enraged. I don't think I've ever seen my dad so upset, so angry, and so disappointed. I'm supposed to be a senior next fall, supposed to graduate at the top of my class, suppose to go to Yale, and suppose to take the world by storm. Now, now that is all being flushed down the damn toilet. Shit, shit, shit.

Oh my god, telling Christopher was awful and completely awkward. He's my boyfriend, or was, I'm still not sure how or what is going on with that, but anyways, back to the whole dropping the bomb on him. Chris could never say no to my puppy dog eyes, so the other day I put them on and begged him to skip Chem lab with me. I told him that I just wanted to get a decent cup of coffee so we headed around the corner to the coffee shop.

I sat in silence for a few minutes, afraid to speak, afraid to even move. Chris was looking at me expectantly, knowing I had something to say, but leaving me to my own demise and I just sat there nursing the largest cup of coffee I could order. Finally, I brought my eyes up to meet his.

He spoke first, "So, Lor what's up? You are acting really funny," his voice was nervous. His immature sixteen years evident. Damn Christopher. Why did I have to fall for his bullshit?

I dove right in, "Chris, I'm pregnant."

The coffee in his mouth came out through his nose, "what?" he stuttered, his eyes bulging. His face was pale and his jaw was so spread apart I thought the bottom would fall off.

"What?" he repeated, needing confirmation.

I did the only thing I could think of to really drive the news home. I pulled out the bag of pregnancy tests I had taken the night before. All twelve of them marked with a pink line or two lines, all twelve stating the same thing.

I repeated myself again, "I'm pregnant."

"What do we do?" he asked, his voice shaking and laced with fear.

"Chris, we have to tell our parents," I told him. I was dreading that moment in time, probably as much or even more as him.

"I'm dead," he muttered.

"You won't be the only one," I added and he smiled at me sheepishly. We sat there together for a few more minutes in silence before we walked back to school. The rest of that day skidded by in a fog.

That was the same night we told our parents. Straub and Francine dragged Chris over right away and a lengthy discussion followed that.

God, I can just remember their voices after they sent Chris and me upstairs. We sat on the landing just listening to them talk about us and our baby.

"This is unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable." Straub said his voice laced with contempt.

"I feel sick," Francine answered. Chris' mother had always been temperamental and dare I say weak. She never did take anything in stride.

"Everything's gone. It's been tossed right out the window," Straub complained, "Stop crying damn it."

"Here Francine, drink your water," I heard my mother's voice, unfamiliarly calm. "We need to calm down. Getting upset isn't getting us anywhere."

"What do we tell people?" Francine asked. Of course they were going to worry about what everyone else said. Damn reputations were shot now.

"Well, who needs to know?"

"What do you mean, who needs to know?" Straub exclaimed.

"You don't have to yell at me Straub," my mother shot back angrily.

"Everybody has to know, Emily. Everyone will know. We can't pretend this didn't happen." Straub said, the first piece of real help he had been all night.

"You could send her away," Francine's voice suggested quietly and I could just imagine the look on my mother's face.

"Excuse me?" my mother asked.

"Aren't there places that take girls like that?"

"Girls like what, Francine?" My mother's voice is indescribable when she's upset.

"Well, girls in…I can't handle this, I can't handle this at all."

"Stop crying damn it," Straub yelled at his wife again and I felt Chris tense up next to me.

"Christopher is just as much to blame as Lorelai is," my mom said, and this time I was the one who flinched. It hit me then, my father hadn't said anything. That thought terrified me.

"Like hell he is," Straub shot back and I could have sworn we were in for another shouting match.

"They are in this together," my mother insisted and I caught Chris' head nodding in agreement out of the corner of my eye.

"I don't see why. Why should Christopher sacrifice everything we've planned for him just because-"

"Choose your words extremely carefully, Straub," my mother warned and Francine cut in.

"Emily, you know we love Lorelai, you that. But Christopher is so young, he's a baby," Francine cooed and I could imagine mom rolling her eyes.

"Well, Lorelai's not exactly collecting social security," mom argued back. We really do have the same sense of humor and wit, not like I would ever admit that to anyone for real.

"Why doesn't she get rid of it?" I heard Straub ask and I gasped. Understand that even as scared as I am of having this baby, I could never get rid of it. I love it already.

"What?" mom asked appalled.

"Straub," Francine said.

"It's an option."

"It certainly is not an option," I heard my mom say and cheered for her. There weren't many times that she would stand up for me, but I was so glad this was one of them.

'Why not?"

"Because I say so."

"Then what the hell are you suggesting, Emily? What's your great solution to this problem?"

I shuddered when I heard my father's voice for the first time that night. He spoke calmly and reserved, "They will get married, they will live here, and Christopher will go to work at my company. That is the solution. Now, we have a plan so we can all stop talking about it. Please excuse me, I have work to do."

"I think Richard's plan sound very sensible," my mom commented as he walked away.

"I just have one question – why his company?" Straub's voice broke the silence and Chris groaned quietly next to me.

"What do you mean his company?" my mother asked.

"Well, I have a law firm. Christopher could go to school," Straub argued and they started going at it again.

Sitting next to Chris I sarcastically decided to throw in my own opinion, "I know we are all upset here folks, but maybe we should ask the kids what they think; Lorelai, Christopher, anything to add here?"

"Quiet they'll hear you," Christopher scolded.

"Not likely. I don't know how much longer I can just sit here like this," I mumbled.

"It's okay, let them talk."

"They're talking about us."

"They're trying to figure out what to do."

"What to do with our lives, our lives! Yours and mines and …its."

"We're going to need their help."

"We can take care of ourselves."


"We'll figure it out," I insisted, annoyed he was letting them take control.

"It's okay. It sounds okay."

"What sounds okay?" I asked at his sudden outburst, confused.

"You know, working for your dad, living here. It sounds okay."

"Chris, no! What about Europe? What about sleeping on a bench in Paris?"

"We can't do that now. I have to get a job," Chris said, his eyes focused on the tips of his shoes.


"I have to make money."


"It's okay, really." Chris insisted.

This is not what I had planned. To be honest, I really don't want to marry him. I'm too young to get married. This really isn't what I want, not to be Lorelai Hayden. Gah!

Not more than a few minutes they were out the door, no plan agreed on by all the adults. I can't believe that all happened just a few days ago.

And now, here I am, sitting in my room, on the night of my sixteenth birthday, thankful that all the guests from my party didn't notice my slightly larger frame and comment on it. No one knows yet and I'm barely showing. I'm only 3 months along. I'm due the beginning of October. I can't believe this. I'm pregnant.

It still doesn't seem real. Will it ever? Doubt it. I'm going to be a mother, shit.

A/N: So that was it. What do you think, please tell me. I want to hear it. Thanks!