A/N: Yep, that was fast! Hope you all enjoy this chapter and am glad to hear so many of you are excited about this twist. And I hope this chapter reassures you all that she'll remain the same old Paris we know and love...or at least that she expects to...

I won't keep reminding you about this, but just since it's still beginning, please consider checking out my other new story: No Men, Just Lots and Lots of Chinese Food. I'd really appreciate it!

As usual, I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts, all of which I owe to ASP. I do however possess an ID here that allows me to drink legally, since the age across the pond is far more reasonable, so I will be having a pub night. Hope you have as fun a weekend as I am!


Chapter 115

"You're…"

"Having a baby!" Doyle exclaimed, smiling widely.

"But…when…how…"

"I'm pretty sure you know the how," Jess muttered. Rory shot him a look.

"Paris, that's…that's amazing! Congratulations!" she replied, hugging her friend tightly, "I didn't realize you guys were trying! This is…great!"

"We didn't want to say anything. You know how I feel about premature excitement," Paris responded. Jess stifled a laugh. "But I've actually been for a few months, and now that we're in the theoretical safe-zone, we're fully committed to this process. It's the perfect time. Work's never been better for either of us and I'd like to do this before I'm, you know, a nonideal candidate. No offense."

"None taken," Rory said quickly, "You know how I feel about kids. But Paris…I guess I just never expected this to be a big thing for you."

"You'd be surprised how much punch that biological clock packs," Paris smiled, "And I figured, why deny the world the possibility of my genetics? It doubles the chance that someone in this godforsaken place can cure cancer or make the DMV efficient."

"Well, in that case…" Jess said, rolling his eyes. Noting Rory's glare, he quickly added, "But honestly guys, congratulations. That's great news. And explains the state of your place."

"We've been planning renovations," Paris explained, gesturing to the paint swatches, "We refuse to conform to the paradigm that says the husband, wife, kid equation necessitates a white picket fence. This location is ideal for our careers and our dedication to them won't change one we have the baby, so we're going to stay right here. But obviously, we have to make some changes."

"I'm expanding the closet in the guest room so it can accommodate a person's actual wardrobe!" Doyle chimed in. Paris frowned.

"Yeah, by the way, if you're going to continue bragging about that, you need to actually do something. It's been weeks."

"Paris, work's been…"

"What are you going to do when the baby comes? Work will always be hard, Doyle. That's why it's called work. You need to adapt!"

"Look, I'm under a lot of stress right now."

"You're under a lot of stress? I'm incubating a human being!" Paris exclaimed. Jess frowned.

"Um…Rory and I were thinking of grabbing lobster rolls for dinner. Do you want to join us or just have us bring you back something?"

"Jess, why don't you and Doyle go bring them back and Rory can help me here? I could use her opinion on some of this stuff," Paris suggested. Jess looked at Rory hopefully.

"No, Paris, that's really not necessary…you know that I'm not any good at that stuff," Rory protested, looking nervously at the chaos around the apartment. Paris put her hands on her hips.

"Rory, just because you're not predisposed towards embracing your maternal side doesn't mean you can't help me with this. The vast majority is organizing, researching product and process efficiency, and just general management and administration. Which are your specialities, in addition to being your occupation."

"My job is editing, Paris."

"Your job is managing journalists and content."

"It's editing."

"Potato, po-tah-to."

Rory sighed. "Fine," she relented, "Jess, can you please bring me back three? This is a high stress situation." Jess nodded.

"You'll pay for this," he whispered to her as he kissed her on the cheek.

"I already am."

"Diaper delivery service?"

"Check. Starting on due date and going through the first three months. We'll reassess then."

"You've gotta love this Amazon baby subscription service deal."

"It's ridiculous how automated this process has become. You'd have to be a crack whore to fail to have your shit together."

"That seems like a bit of an oversimplification…"

"Rory, it does everything for you. Everything. All I have to do is pop the thing out and then it'll take care of the rest."

"For the sake of our collective sanity, I'll refrain from any sort of response to that. Have you thought about a birth plan at all?"

"Of course," Paris said plainly, "Drugs. I haven't been lobotomized recently. And I'm a medical professional, it's not like I'm unfamiliar with the concept of an epidural. Plus any sort of comparative advantages of 'natural birth' would probably be overpowered by the loss of Doyle to either my anger or his own weak stomach."

"Couldn't agree more," Rory nodded, "Just choose your names beforehand. Have you…"

"Not at all. I like Marie, for obvious reasons, but that's as fair as I've got."

"Are you going to find out if it's a boy or a girl?"

"No. Doyle wants to be surprised. I think it's ridiculous but personally I don't really mind a unisex nursery, so if it's that important to him, I'll let him think he won that one."

"Lose the battle, win the war."

"Win every battle but let your enemy delude himself into thinking it's not the case. Good thing you're not a war correspondent. So I should probably slate to start thinking about names in month six."

"How far along are you?"

"Between four and five."

"Exact week?"

"It's written down."

"You don't know?"

"It's not important. I've been on call constantly; work's really been a pain. My outburst earlier might have been part internal frustration."

"Are you going to…"

"Yes."

"But maybe you should think about…"

"No, Rory. I'm going to work up until I have the baby. Literally until I am either told by a doctor that I have to stop or until the thing is shooting out of me."

"You know that's not really how it works, right?"

Paris glared. "And afterward, I'm going back to work as soon as it's logistically possible. Which is another thing I want you to help me map out. And that means weeks, not years, hopefully not even months."

"Don't you think you might be putting a little too much pressure on yourself? You can't really know what to expect from motherhood until it happens."

"Not true. If it were, the manuscript for What To Expect When You're Expecting would be sitting in a rejection pile instead of on the front tables of most Barnes and Noble bookstores."

"Paris…"

"You can control things much better if you plan for them than if you just assume that it's okay to let yourself get carried away in the moment," Paris said shortly, "So I'm planning as much as I can. If I have to adapt, then fine, but at least I have a baseline."

"You are by far the strangest pregnant person I've ever met."

"Pregnancy's just a current physical state, not a personality transplant."

"Wow, I can see that glow already."