ATTN READERS: I'm doing an overhaul of this story. I realized that my dates and timing are off on Lorelai's pregnancy, so I apologize if anyone has noticed this. I have calculated conception and due date and all that and I am systematically going back through and fixing my errors. Please forgive me. It should be all fixed now!

Author's note: So this is my first story. One-shot for now, but keep coming back because it is highly possible I will update with new chapters! Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I do not own any of the characters that you all recognize. I don't own the setting...it all belongs to Amy Sherman-Palladino and her nifty crew. I am not in this to make money, but how cool would that be! To write for fun and for money!

Oh! Also, I originally forgot to note when this is set....this is set after Bon Voyage. Yeah, you all know it, after Luke and Lorelai kiss during Rory's going away party. It's set two weeks before Christmas. Luke and Lorelai have been dating (again) since May and are living together in the CrapShack. Rory is home for the holidays and she isn't on the Obama trail. Instead she is working at a local paper in Hartford, where she also has her own apartment. A little AU for now, but I never liked that she went off into political writing like that. =) Happy R&R!!!

Daddy to Be


"Oh, my god. I'm the exorcist!" Lorelai moaned as she stood up in front of the toilet. She walked quickly to the sink and wet a washcloth to hold to her face. She looked in the mirror and frowned at her disheveled hair, flushed cheeks and mascara smeared eyes.

"Mom?" Rory called from the front door. Lorelai quickly walked to the toilet and flushed away the remains of her sickness. She heard Rory clomp up the stairs and exited the bathroom as calmly as she could.

"Are you okay? You look like crap." Rory eyed her mother.

"No offense." She added quickly. Lorelai smiled weakly and trudged over to her daughter.

"Thanks so much for your sweet greeting. Trying to mix it up, I see. No more 'hey mom, how are you? I'm so glad I'm home.'" Lorelai regarded sarcastically. Rory rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.

"Seriously though, are you feeling okay? You don't look well." Rory re-worded, as not to offend. Lorelai felt her fake smile waver slightly as she debated telling her daughter the truth. Rory's gaze intensified as she saw the wheels turning in her mother's head.

"Oh, you've got something going on. Mom, you need to tell me what it is, or…" Rory trailed off. Lorelai took a deep breath, trying to calm her rising stomach and steel her nerves.

"I'm-" She was interrupted by the ringing phone. Lorelai dashed down the stairs and quickly answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Lorelai, I'm gonna be home a little earlier than usual tonight. I know you have dinner with your parents and Rory's home, but I miss you. We haven't spent much time together and I think we need to talk about it."

"Luke, we do need to talk. I will see you when you get home." Lorelai conceded, trying to end the discussion.

As she hung up the phone, Rory slowly descended the stairs and faced her mother, her shoulders squaring slightly as she took hold of her mother's hands.

"Talk to me. You rushed for the phone too quickly and subsequently ended the conversation with Luke quickly. If you were looking for an excuse not to talk to me, you dismissed your opportunity too hastily. My memory is not that short. Now spill."

"Rory," Lorelai breathed slowly, feeling her stomach churn. She clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes tightly.

"Hold that thought." She continued briefly as she dashed up the stairs to the bathroom.

Rory followed her mother up the stairs and looked on helplessly as Lorelai's body wretched over the toilet and tears streamed down her face. She swiftly walked to the toilet and held her mother's hair back as she vomited for the fifth time that day.

"Mom-" Rory breathed sadly. She rubbed small circles on Lorelai's back until her stomach calmed and she regained her breath. Rory released her mother's hair and walked to the sink to run cold water over a wash cloth. She handed it to Lorelai and sat down on the bathroom floor. She peered at her mother and fixed the I'm-ready-to-listen-when-you're-ready-to-talk look to her face. Lorelai looked up and met her eyes for a quick second before fixing them to the floor.

"Rory, I'm pregnant." Lorelai said, her voice small and thin. When Rory didn't reply, Lorelai looked up expectantly.

"Rory, I'm-" she began when Rory cut her off quickly.

"I heard you. I'm trying to take that news in before I reply." Rory took a deep breath and glanced away from her mother's now intent gaze. She swallowed hard and wringed her fingers nervously. Rory looked back to her mother's face, now streaked with tears.

"Oh mom, please don't cry. We will figure this out. I mean, Luke won't run away…it is Luke's right?" Rory asked, immediately wishing she hadn't. Lorelai's eyes darkened before she replied with venom in her voice.

"Of course it's Luke's. Who the hell else would I be sleeping with? God, Rory!" Lorelai's scared tears quickly turned into hot, angry ones as she began to rise off the bathroom floor.

"Mom stop," Rory gently pulled Lorelai back to the floor.

"I'm sorry I doubted. But as I was saying, Luke will support you. He will be a good father. He won't break off your relationship, and even if he does, he won't be out of your life. He will be there through it all, Mom. I know that dad sucks and he abandoned you. But you know that Luke would never do that, right?" Rory asked, expectantly. When Lorelai didn't reply, Rory repeated her question.

"You have to know that Luke would never leave you, right? I know you're smarter than to think that he would take off now." Lorelai looked up at her daughter, all anger extinguished.

"I know he would never leave me to do this alone. But things were just getting good again. We hadn't planned for anything like this and we honestly were taking things slow and not thinking about marriage and definitely not kids." Lorelai cleared her burning throat.

"I mean, we decided that being together was enough and that we didn't need to put any pressure on the relationship by rushing into anything major. I'm just scared he's gonna be disappointed and stop loving me." She finished lamely.

"Oh, mom. You do not give Luke enough credit. He will never stop loving you. Not ever. Even if things don't work out and you break up and even if this kid wasn't coming. Luke could never and will never stop loving you. You hold too big a place in his heart for him to cut you out like that." Rory stopped and looked at Lorelai as a new thought occurred to her.

"You haven't told him yet?" Fresh tears flooded over Lorelai's cheeks as she tried without success to breathe calmly.

"No, I'm going to tonight. I just took a pregnancy test today. I was suspicious before today that I was pregnant, but I mean, I haven't been craving anything. I just figured I was late. It happens sometimes, you know. And I didn't want to tell him before I was absolutely sure." Lorelai's breath hitched as she took in an unsteady breath.

"I'm still not one hundred percent sure. But I'm so anxious. I've been throwing up all week, from the morning sickness. I do not feel good about not telling him but I was scared to open my mouth before I had taken a test. I wanted to be sure before I opened a whole can of worms. We just got back to a good rhythm. I don't wanna mess that up."

"Mom, first of all, dirty! And I know you're scared and you aren't sure what his reaction is going to be. But you've been avoiding him, and you know it. You've been avoiding him and he knows it too. We just need to get through dinner tonight and then you'll be home free. You've gotta tell him tonight before you chicken out." Rory said with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

"I don't know if I can make it to dinner. I feel worse than I felt after Christopher's dad died and we drank an entire bottle of tequila." Rory smiled at her mother's comparison.

"Gotta suck it up. And besides, you yourself said tequila is grown up milk and cookies. But I am sorry you are feeling so terrible. I will try my best to be a good buffer tonight." Rory rubbed her mother's back as they stood and walked out of the bathroom.


"Deep breaths, but not too deep, cause you'll pass out." Rory coached as she rang the doorbell at the elder Gilmore's house. The maid of the week opened the door with a warm smile and took their coats.

"Mrs. Gilmore is in the living room. You may join her for drinks." Lorelai looked uneasily at her daughter.

"Damn, I forgot about drinks. They are so going to know something is up when I turn down drinks."

"Just tell them you've got an upset stomach, which is not untrue." Rory suggested.

As the two women entered the sitting room, Emily rose from her chair and promptly hugged both Lorelai and Rory, shocking them both.

"Hi to you too, Mom." Lorelai quipped.

"I beg your pardon?" Emily snipped.

"Am I not allowed to hug my daughter and granddaughter?"

"No, uh, you are. I just don't remember the last time you actually touched me, let alone hugged me." Lorelai answered.

"So grandma, I'm so happy to be here!" Rory gushed, obviously trying to change the subject.

"How bout some drinks! Waters for both me and Mom. We are trying to be a little healthier and have quit drinking alcohol and soda!" Lorelai swiveled slightly to regard her daughter with a quizzical look. Rory nodded slightly and continued on.

"We might even start eating healthier, but we really love our junk food movie marathon days." Emily smiled tightly as she walked to the drink cart to retrieve two glasses. She filled them with ice and water and handed them to each of the younger Gilmore women. Rory and Lorelai quickly sat down and Rory started in on a story to detract attention from Lorelai, whose face had slightly paled since entering the house.

"Lorelai, are you feeling alright?" Emily interrupted her granddaughter.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine Mom." Lorelai lied. Just then, Richard entered the room with his face buried in a newspaper. As he lowered his body to his chair, the maid appeared and announced dinner.

As all four Gilmores shuffled to the dining room, Lorelai excused herself to the bathroom.

"Your mother is certainly not feeling fine. There is something wrong. Is she sick?" Emily asked Rory.

She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "She didn't say anything to me about feeling bad. I think she's had a busy week at work though, so she's probably just really tired." Rory blushed slightly as she lied to her grandparents faces.

"Hmm, well then why don't you go and retrieve her quickly as the first course is served. We wouldn't want her to miss out on this beautiful food, would we? She shouldn't be holing herself up in that bathroom, no matter how tired she feels." Emily said curtly. Rory faltered momentarily before sliding out of her chair and rushing to the bathroom. She knocked quietly and tried the knob. Surprisingly, it was unlocked and she pushed the door open cautiously. The smile she plastered to her face immediately vanished as she entered the bathroom.

Lorelai was lying on the floor, with her face pressed to the cool tiles. Silent tears slid down her face. Rory let out a small breath and she scooted to her mother's side.

"Please don't cry. This is all going to work out. I know it will. Grandma is asking questions, so for now; please just try to choke down some of the food she has prepared. Try to get through this and we can get you home early, if we play our cards right." Rory pleaded.

"Kid, I know you're trying. But I really cannot sit through dinner with the way my stomach is churning. I know it's mostly nerves about telling Luke and not telling my parents. Again. But I can't be in this house, dealing with the same issue more than twenty years later." Rory shifted uncomfortably and blinked quickly.

"Oh. I hadn't even thought of that. But you know that it's different this time. You're grown, for one." Rory tried to spin the situation in a positive light.

"Also, you have a job and a house. And a boyfriend who loves you a lot and who is also grown. He's responsible and he's not gonna leave you out in the cold." Just then, there was a small knock on the door. Both women froze as Emily's harried voice called through the door.

"My god you two. Quit having secret meetings and please come back to the table. It is impolite to leave the table and hide in the bathroom." Rory stood and spanned the length of the bathroom in two successive steps. She slowly turned the doorknob and squished her face through the tiny crack she allowed the door to be opened.

"Mom is feeling worse than I thought. I think she had some bad take out for dinner last night. We really need to get home so I can take care of her. She is a vomiting mess and I would really rather her not mess up your bathroom. I'll just get her home and I promise, we will be here, both healthy next week. I'm so sorry grandma."

Lorelai lifted her head and turned toward the door. She was stunned when she heard her mother's reply.

"Of course, Rory. I will just ask the maid to wrap up some food for you to take home. I'm sorry to have kept you two, when Lorelai isn't feeling well. Had I realized she was so sick, I would have sent you home ages ago. Have a good night and call me in the moment she is feeling better. Goodnight Rory." Rory quietly let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

"Goodnight Lorelai, and please feel better." Emily called through the door.

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"That was too easy." Lorelai remarked as she and Rory climbed into the jeep.

"She never just lets us leave." Lorelai turned to Rory and narrowed her eyes.

"What did you tell her before you came to the bathroom?" Rory turned, not surprised by her mother's suspicion.

"I simply told her that you have been busy at work and that you are exhausted. She seemed to buy it and suggested I go retrieve you. But not before she reprimanded our manners." Rory shifted in the driver's seat as she pulled on her seat belt.

"She seemed very genuine when she came to the bathroom. I think she realized you weren't feeling well." Rory said hopefully.

"Well you must have given her one hell of a pleading look to get her to concede like that." Rory smiled and started the car.


The moment they arrived home, Rory helped Lorelai upstairs and mad sure Lorelai had everything she needed.

"I love you and you can do this. I'm spending the night at Lane's so you two can talk it out." Rory embraced her mother and promptly left the house. Lorelai quickly changed into pajamas and settled into her bed. No sooner had Lorelai's head hit the pillow, did the front door open.

"Lorelai?" Luke called up the stairs.

"Here" Lorelai replied, feeling a new wave of nausea rise in her stomach. Lorelai counted the stairs as Luke's feet hit each one. She turned to the door as she felt, rather than heard Luke walk into the room. He rounded the bed and ducked down to kiss her cheek. Lorelai sat up and smiled.

"Hey you." Luke said quietly, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. He sat on the bed and enveloped Lorelai in a soft hug. She melted into him and realized how much she missed him. She looked up at him earnestly and felt her heart skitter and speed up. Luke gently smoothed a curl away from her face and leaned down to kiss her again.

As the kiss deepened, Lorelai felt her stomach churn and betray her. She pushed on Luke's chest firmly as she stood and ran to the toilet. Luke entered the bathroom and stood watching Lorelai.

"I'm sorry." She gasped in between waves. When her stomach finally calmed and she had cleaned herself up, she turned slowly to Luke. His eyes burned and his fists were clenched. Although she had kept this a secret from him for a few weeks, she was confused at his apparent anger.

"Luke-" Lorelai began, before Luke cut her off in a heated rant.

"I know what this is about. I know why you haven't touched or laughed or smiled genuinely with me. I know why you haven't looked at me."

"Luke, I look at you." Lorelai attempted, throughly shocked at his reaction.

"No Lorelai, you look through me. You don't look at me anymore. I didn't know where you've been these last few weeks but now it's clear."

"Luke, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared and I wasn't sure how to tell you." Lorelai began, tears welling in her eyes. Her attempts only seemed to fuel Luke's fire.

"Oh my god, Lorelai. Are you serious? Just now when I kissed you, you were so disgusted that you ran to the toilet and threw up. I get it. You don't have to lie to me anymore." Luke was much more upset than Lorelai anticipated. She let out a small whimper and moved to wrap her arms around his middle. He pushed away her hands and stepped back, undeterred.

"Just admit it, damnit, you're cheating on me!"

"Luke, I'm pregnant."

They spoke simultaneously, and together, they stepped back and regarded each other cautiously. Luke was stunned and Lorelai had hurt written in her eyes.

"Luke, I could never cheat on you! I love you." Lorelai winced.

"I don't know if I should be more upset with myself for hurting you or angry with you for thinking I could ever do such a thing. Luke I would never hurt you on purpose. And it shocks me that you would think I am capable of doing something so low." Big tears pooled on Lorelai's lower lashes, before plummeting down her cheeks. Luke stepped forward, closing the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her.

"Lorelai, I'm sorry." Luke spoke authentically. Lorelai nodded slightly.

"So pregnant, huh?" Luke chuckled. Lorelai eased out of his grip and looked at him curiously. Reading her expression, Luke looked down and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I feel pretty stupid now. I know you would never ever cheat on me. I just got so paranoid with you being so distant. But now I understand. Sort of. You want to explain to me?" Luke ventured.

"Wow, Luke. I never thought I'd have to explain the birds and the bees to my boyfriend." Lorelai joked before sobering. When Luke didn't smile, she continued her explanation.

"I wanted to be absolutely sure before I told you. I've suspected for a few weeks but I just took a test today. I don't know why I didn't just tell you. Well, actually I do. I was scared. I thought you'd freak and I couldn't handle it if you…I don't know, if you…" Lorelai stumbled for words.

"If I took off and left you alone, like Christopher." Luke offered.

"Exactly," Lorelai continued.

"I also knew I would feel really stupid if I made a big to-do about it and it ended up being nothing. I should have told you the second I became suspicious. I'm sorry I've been so distant. And horrible. I never meant to hurt you, Luke."

"Oh Lorelai, you weren't horrible. I overreacted. I'm the one who should be sorry." Luke looked at Lorelai warmly and smiled a sheepishly.

"So pregnant. Like, with a baby?" Luke asked quietly.

"Well, yes, traditionally babies are present when a woman is pregnant." Lorelai joked. Luke wrapped his arms around her and shed kisses on top of her head, to her face and down her neck. Lorelai giggled as he nipped at her collarbone.

"So I'm needing some feedback. Give it to me, the good, bad and the ugly. Except save the bad and ugly." Lorelai smiled, patting Luke's chest. Luke leaned down and kissed Lorelai lingeringly. She felt a smile form on his lips and pulled away slightly.

"This is probably the second best day of my life." Luke smiled, making Lorelai knit her eyebrows.

"Why the second best?" Luke nodded and continued.

"Because the best was the day that you and I got back together." Lorelai sat down on the bed and pulled her knees to her chest. She breathed in slowly and cleared her throat.

"So…I know we decided to take things slowly. And that living together was kind of a big step. I don't want to put any more pressure on anything, but where does this leave us?" Luke smiled and sat down, putting his hand on her knee.

"Lorelai, we are going to have a baby! Babies don't obey our timing, obviously." Lorelai smiled at Luke's open giddiness.

"I want to prove to you that I'm not going to run. We are going to be married, but I don't want to propose to you right now. I feel like you would get the idea I'm only doing it because of the baby." Lorelai nodded, the smile slowly disappearing from her face.

"Lorelai, I was going to propose to you on Christmas Eve, but then all of this nuttiness happened between us." Luke blushed at his admission.

"I even have the ring."

"Can I see it?" Lorelai asked. Luke got up, went to his dresser and pulled a small black velvet box out of the top drawer. Lorelai only half feigned shock when she saw where he pulled the ring from.

"You had it here the whole time!?"

"Well yeah, I've had it for a long time. Forever, really. But I brought it over a few weeks ago. I'm surprised you didn't sniff it out." Luke said softly. Luke got down on one knee and opened the box.

Lorelai's eyebrows shot up as her eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her mouth.

"Luke" she breathed.

"It's-oh-Luke, it's beautiful." Tears formed in her eyes. Luke's face warmed, as he felt the color rising.

"It was my mom's. She would have really liked you and wanted you to have it. Lorelai, I love you. And while we promised to take things slow this time around, I wanted you to know that I am serious about you. You are the only woman for me. I have loved you since the moment I saw you. You are everything I've ever wanted and all of my dreams come true. You don't have to answer me right away, and we don't even have to get married right away, or ever. If you don't want to." Luke amended.

"I want you to wear the ring to remind you of my love for you. And to remind you that no matter what, I will always be here for you. And Rory. And of course for this little one." Luke said, softly touching Lorelai's stomach. Lorelai leaned forward into his touch and wrapped her arms around his neck. Luke folded his arms around her. Feeling his embrace, Lorelai's tears fell freely as a small sob shook through her body.

"Luke, you have made me so happy. More happy than I have ever been in my entire life. Of course I want to marry you. And of course I will wear your mother's ring. And I do want to get married soon. I don't want to spend another second away from you. You are everything to me. My heart beats for you. And Rory of course. And for this little one now." Lorelai's smile widened when she glanced up and saw the look of sheer love and adoration that Luke had plastered to his face.

"Lorelai, you are everything to me and I love you." Luke shrugged. Lorelai blushed as she smiled widely and rose up on her tip toes to kiss him. He pulled away after kissing her for a moment and unwound her left hand from his neck. With deliberation, he pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto her ring finger. As he so desperately hoped, the ring was a perfect fit.

"Guess it works out when it's meant to be, huh?" Lorelai said smugly.

"I guess so, Mrs. Danes." Luke gushed. Lorelai smirked and rolled her eyes.

"Wow, a baby and a marriage proposal all in the same hour. I must be getting to your head because I sense a little softness in that heart of yours!" She winked mischievously and crawled back into bed. She patted the left side of the bed and Luke shrugged out of his flannel and wiggled out of his jeans. He quickly toed off his boots and pulled off his socks. As they snuggled up to each other, both thought of how lucky they were to have the other and smiled as they both closed their eyes. Luke slipped his arm over her stomach and held on protectively.

"I love you, daddy to be." Lorelai whispered into the dark.


Ok so this is my first try at writing here on FanFic. I am excited for reviews! Bring them on! I want to hear your thoughts. Tell me what I did right and tell me what I need to change or work on! For now, this is a one shot. It's just some ideas that have been floating around in my head for a while and I thought I'd finally take a crack and writing them down. Happy reading and reviewing!

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