He presses his hand up against the glass. He smiles as he looks at a brand new baby girl. He watches as the nurse gives her a bath. He waits impatiently as they dry her off. Nearly an hour later they allow him to transport her into her mother's room. He enters the room, and finds Rory look absolutely disheveled, and completely beautiful. He scoops the little girl up out of her basinet, and places her in Rory's arms. He takes a seat in a chair next to the bed. He grins from ear to ear as he watches them.

"She looks perfect," she smiles.

"Rory, I need to ask you something."

"Yes, Jess?"

"Would you consider marrying me?"

Her eyes widen as she meets his, "Where is this coming from?"

"Even in my own twisted way I knew that you were the one the first time that I saw you. Today solidified that fact. You were incredible. I just want to be a part of your lives."

"Jess, there is something that I need to tell you."

"Can it wait?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"What is this about?"

"Your baby wookie," she responds.

"She doesn't look like Chewbacca," he admits, as he gazes at a newborn with chubby cheeks, blue eyes, and dark hair.

"I didn't say anything before, because I didn't know what you would say."

"That she may be part wookie?"

"I want to have a DNA test done."

"That is totally up to you. It isn't going to change how I feel about either of you."
"I think that you should submit a sample."

He furrows his brow, "What?"

"When I moved into Luke's I found my journal. One night I was apparently really distraught, and so I called you. You met me at the newspaper, and drank me under the table."

"I don't really remember that."

"You soon joined me under the table."

"Figuratively?"

"I fell out of my chair, and slid under the desk. You apparently joined me. Hours later I woke up with you, under a blanket."

"That seems like circumstantial evidence, at best."

"We were both naked. I woke you up, and told you to get dressed. You managed to get you underwear on, before you passed back out. I put my clothes back on, and stumbled home."

"What are you saying?"

"I went home, and drunkenly wrote about it in my journal. It was thirty nine weeks ago."

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes. I didn't know how you would react, so I didn't tell you. I was afraid that you would freak out."

"There are other possibilities, aren't there?"

"Yes," she confirms.

"It doesn't matter," he tells her.

"Why not?"
"I want to be her dad, either way, if it is okay with you."

"I don't want you to spend the rest of her life wondering."
Before they can finish their conversation Lorelai bursts into the room. She pushes through the door, and her swollen abdomen enters the room first.

"I was two hours away when you called. How did I miss it?"

Jess grins, "You know a Gilmore Girl, when she has made up her mind that she is ready she makes an entrance."

"I need her," Lorelai insists, as she lowers herself into a chair.

Jess places her in Lorelai's waiting arm. Lorelai closely studies the newborn baby girl. She kisses her tiny hand.

"Hi beautiful. I am your…. Mommy's mom."

Hours later Lorelai, and Luke crawl into their bed completely exhausted. Lorelai hoists herself into bed next to her husband. She looks over at him, and finds him staring at a picture on his phone.

"Are you looking at that baby, again?"

"I have something that I need to say," he answers, as he hands her the phone.

"You're going to let her call you grandpa?"

"No."

She studies his facial expression, "You seem deeply concerned." She notices the worry line on his forehead that appears on rare occasions.

"She looks like Jess."

She furrows her brow, "Don't be ridiculous."

He points at the phone. Her eyes shift to the mobile device in her palm. She studies the image of a sweet newborn lying in a basinet.

"When did you take this picture? I don't remember you taking this."

"I didn't take it. Liz sent me that picture. It is Jess."
Her eyes widen, "That isn't possible."

"Lorelai, look. He is practically her twin."

"I am pretty sure that she is an heiress, or baby wookie."

"I think Uncle Luke is more like it," he responds.

She grabs her phone off the bedside table, and pulls up the picture of her brand new grandbaby. She looks at them side by side.

"Holy shit!"

"See, I told you," he responds.

"Rory would have said something," Lorelai insists.

"What if Jess didn't know?"

"All he has to do is take one look at that sweet, innocent, nameless baby."

"Jess kept calling her Lolita," Luke points out.

"We are not calling her Lolita."