Title: Another World
Chapter One: The Beginning
Okay, so originally, this was started as the first chapter of "What If?" which is this other story I was working on, but I'm just gonna remove that, because every single review I got, they kept saying how it all culminated too soon (although not neccessarily in those words) so I'm rewriting the first chapter and making it into a story. Oh, and I also can't think of anything else to write for "What If?" so that's part of the reason. Anyway, it's the beginning, introducing everything. Enjoy! Oh, and I don't own Gilmore Girls. I do own a few of these characters, but not many, although I definitely own the storyline. Anyway, please read and review!
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Lorelai Gilmore
Oh, it's a big pain it's a big pain IT'S A BIG PAIN!!!! AHHHHH!!! AND NOW IT'S...going away, it's fading away, and...it's stopping, and now it's over. It's over.
"Okay, the contraction's over, Lorelai. You can breathe easy," the nurse rubs my hair back. I squeeze her hand, and at first she smiles, but after all the blood rushes from it, she tries as hard as she can to abruptly pull my squeezing toy away. I groan, slightly, but Christopher, that bastard who put me in this position, smiles and walks over, offering his hand. I gladly take it and continue squeezing, even though the pain is over.
"Lorelai," my mother walks into the hospital room. I groan.
"Mom."
"The family is here," she says softly. I abruptly drop Chris' hand and hug both of my arms around me.
"I don't want to see them."
"Come on, Lorelai, why not?" Chris whispers.
"Because it will be too real."
"It's going to happen, if you don't see them or not." Mom points out. God, I could smack her sometimes. I'm not in denial or anything, I know what's going to happen. I know that even if I don't meet this snooty rich family, they're still going to take my baby away from me. My mother points this out every single time they call her, or come by the house. I just want to prolong my time with this tiny little human being that's been living in my body for nine months, this tiny little baby who will leave me in two days, and never look back, because the adoption is private, and I don't want my baby to know that I had to leave her. I look at Chris, and he nods and leaves, muttering a simple explanation to my mother as he walks out of the room. I look at Mom, and she sighs and lowers her head.
"I'm going to get you...some coffee. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I look at her, shocked. Did she just say she was getting me coffee? That fabulous elixir of the gods? Was she just...nice? I nod, mutely, and she smiles a genuine smile and walks out of the room. I sigh and lean back onto the pillows, and then suddenly gasp as another, stronger contraction hits me. My father wanders in from the hallway, and I smile through my tears as a brand-new squeezing toy laces his fingers through mine.
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Christopher Hayden
I walk out of Lor's hospital room into the hallway. I look around and eventually spot a tense couple sitting in uncomfortable hospital chairs what seems to be 20 miles away. I recognize the look in the woman's eyes--excitement mixed with monumental fear. I've seen it in Lorelai's eyes for months. I can't face these people...not now.
I turn around and almost run into Emily--er, Mrs. Gilmore--as she hurries out of Lor's room.
"Christopher, I thought you were talking to the family!"
"I am, I just want to make sure I know who they are."
"They're right there, Christopher!" She points, and my eyes follow her discreet finger to the weary couple I just turned from.
I swallow and nod. Now I have to go talk to them. Emily pushes me. I start walking, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other. Suddenly I look up and I'm standing in front of the couple. The man stands.
"Mr. Hayden?" he asks, hesitantly, and I can tell he's uncomfortable calling a sixteen-year-old "mister." To tell the truth, I'm uncomfortable being called "mister"...too much responsibility.
"Yes, sir, I'm Christopher Hayden." I hold out my hand. "You can call me Chris."
"Chris," he repeats, relaxing visibly as he shakes my hand. "I'm Johnathan, and this is my wife." He gestures to the woman next to him, who to my surprise, looks to be about five months pregnant.
"Alexis DuGrey," she says cooly, offering a slim, manicured hand. I take it, not sure what to do. Finally I shake it, and then she abruptly drops my hand.
That's over, obviously.
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Alexis DuGrey
I am utterly terrified. Completely and utterly terrified. And now that I'm distancing myself from this sixteen-year-old standing in front of me, I'm scaring him, too. My therapist has warned me extensively about this. I need to act warmer around people, instead of using my wealth and social status to cooly offer my name and hand. I take a deep breath with my eyes closed, and then I open them to look directly into the face of young Christopher Hayden. I smile. Genuinely. I'm so proud of myself.
"Chris, won't you sit down?" I gesture to the plastic seat next to me. He looks at it warily, and I can tell the chairs in his home aren't plastic, either. After a minute, though, he finally sinks down, and I can see he's tired.
"Can I ask you something?" he asks both Johnathan and me.
"Sure," John nods next to me.
"Why are you adopting my--her--our baby if you're going to have your own?"
"Oh." I blush.
"We'd already signed the papers when we found out Lex was pregnant."
"It was just a few months ago we found out," I explain.
"And we wanted to help the three of you out, so we decided not to back out of the arrangement."
"Besides, this one," I start, touching my stomach briefly, "is a miracle baby, and probably the only one I'll have on my own, and since every child needs a sibling, it's good for both of them."
"Lor and I are both only children."
"But you both grew up--are growing up--together, correct?"
"Well, yeah."
"Practically like brother and sister?"
"Not quite, since they're having a child, Lex." John points out.
"Well, I know that, sweetie, but still. They were the closest thing they each had to a sibling, correct?" I turn to the boy, who I'm afraid I've once again frightened. "Oh, I'm sorry, are we overwhelming you?"
"No. I mean, it's not exactly you, just this whole damn business."
"I can imagine," John starts up wryly. "I'm finding becoming a father daunting, and I'm thirty-four. I can't even imagine going through this whole idea at the age of sixteen."
"It's worse for him, though," I whisper to my husband, looking at Chris' face, who is staring off into space. "He's got to give his baby up."
Chris suddenly shakes his head and turns back to us. He smiles, sadly.
"I think I should get back to Lor now." He stands up, and then holds his hand out to John. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. DuGrey, and you, too, Mrs. DuGrey." He turns to me and I shake his hand.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Chris."
"I gotta get back." He turns and walks quickly back to the hospital room.
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Lorelai Gilmore
"Christopher," I say sweetly, holding one finger up and gesturing him towards me as he walks into my room.
"Lorelai," he responds, walking to where I lay sprawled in bed.
"Wonderful, handsome Christopher," I continue sweetly until he is close enough for me to grab his hand. "You terrible, horrible boy!" A slight twist of my hand, and he's on his knees from the pain. Oh, joy!
"Feeling bad, Lor?" he struggles to get out.
"Oh, no, of course not, Chris! Speaking of pain, when was the last time you pushed a pot roast through your nostirl?!" I scream towards the floor where he is. Luckily, the pain is rapidly subsiding, so I release his hand and lay back. I sense him standing up and so I point to the TV mounted on the wall.
"Can you turn the TV on for me, Chris? I'm bored."
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Emily Gilmore
I finally manage to wrangle a tiny cup of coffee from the damn machine in the damn waiting room and I'm walking back to Lorelai's room and passing the nurses's station when the snobbiest one calls out, "Excuse me, Miss?"
I sigh and turn around. The people at this hospital are completely insufferable. "What?"
"Are you taking that coffee in the labor room?"
What does it look like, idiot? "Yes, I am, why?"
"You can't give that to the person in labor. She's not allowed to eat or drink until after the baby is born."
"Well," I am at a complete loss of words. Suddenly, I get an idea. "What if she was thirsty, or her throat was dry?"
"Ice chips," the nurse responds, handing me a cup full to the brim with little ice chips.
"Can she drink the water after it melts?"
The nurse just gives me a look, so I take the cup and retreat into Lorelai's room.
"Coffee!" she exclaims as soon as she sees me. I shake my head.
"The nurse at the desk said you can't eat or drink anything until after the baby's born." I hand the cup to Lorelai. "You can have ice chips, though. That nurse was so horribly rude, too!" I exclaim as I sit in a hospital chair next to Richard.
"So you really hated this nurse, huh, Mom?"
I look up at Lorelai and recognize that horrible glint in her eyes.
"What are you thinking? Where's Christopher?" I look around for him, but my gaze settles back on my daughter. "What are you going to do?" I ask as I notice her juggling a single piece of ice in her hand, almost as if she's getting ready to throw.
"Oh, nothing," she smiles sweetly, and then her smile gets wider as the rude nurse from before walks into her room.
"Lorelai," I warn as I notice her arm moving back, getting ready to strike.
"Relax, Mom," she rolls her eyes at me, and then looks back at her target. She grins and then throws her arm forward, letting go of the ice as she does so.
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Alexis DuGrey
I snap awake. My little one is kicking. It's only about the third time he or she has done so. I jab John in the ribs, and he snaps awake also.
"What the hell?" he exclaims. I smile.
"He's kicking."
"It's a he?"
"I'm using the term broadly. It could still be a girl. He's kicking!" I grab my husband's hand and place it on the side of my stomach that's slightly moving.
"Are you sure it's not the spicy food from dinner?"
I jab him in the ribs again, and the familiar teasing smile comes to his face. He resettles his hand on my stomach, and just as the baby is giving him a monstrous kick in the wrist, there's a scream from the room behind us. A nurse runs out, and Emily Gilmore follows her.
"I can sue for this, you know!" The nurse yells in Emily's face.
"Oh, I know, you old fuddy-duddy! But give her a break! She's sixteen, she's having a baby, and she's scared."
"I can still sue!" The nurse angrily resettled herself behind the desk. Emily started to walk back to her daughter's room, but apparently thought better of it. To my surprise, she walked behind the desk, grabbed a cup of ice chips, and overturned it on top of the nurse's head.
"Relax!" she yelled, before finally running back into the hospital room.
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Christopher Hayden
Lor kisses our little girl's forehead and then sadly hands her over to Emily. I immediately walk over to her and grab her hand. Richard walks over and takes Lor's other hand.
"It's okay to cry, Lorelai" he whispers. She nods and lowers her head. I can see the tears flowing down her cheek. I kiss her on the top of her head and lean my cheek against it. Trying my hardest not to cry, I squeeze her hand and try to be there for her. After a few seconds, Richard lets go and walks away, and I wrap my arms around her. She hugs me back, and I sit on the hospital bed next to her. She rests her cheek on my shoulder.
"She's not going to understand."
"What?" I ask, not letting go, not even to look at her.
"Our little girl. She's not going to understand why we gave her away, why we didn't keep her. Why we...why we didn't love her." Lor's voice breaks, and I can feel more tears on my shoulder.
"Oh, Lor, you know that's not true."
"Yes, it is! She's going to think we hated her, we couldn't stand her!"
"But we didn't hate her. We loved her." I realize I'm speaking in the past tense, and correct myself. "Love her. She'll always be a part of our lives."
"No, she won't. She'll be a part of someone else's lives."
"She could be a part of our lives, if you want her to be."
"I don't want her to know about us until she's old enough to understand."
"But--" I catch myself. A pregnant Lorelai Gilmore is one thing. A just-gave-her-baby-girl-away-still-drenched-in-hormones Lorelai Gilmore is completely different. "So what do you propose we do?"
She shoves a huge brown envelope stuffed with crap at me, whispers instructions, pecks me on the cheek, and sends me away. I walk hesitantly out of Lor's hospital room and look around the hallway. I spot the DuGreys standing at the nurses' station with my little girl in a car seat. I stop. I take a deep breath, suck it up, and continue towards them.
"Hi," I say breahtlessly, grounding to a halt in front of the small, brand-new family.
"Christopher," John nods, filling out forms. Alexis actually pays attention to me, though.
"Chris! What do you need?"
"Lor had some last minute things she wanted to say."
"I had a feeling she might. I sure wish I could meet her."
"No, she doesn't want the families to have any interaction until the baby is old enough to understand."
"Uh-huh," Alexis nods. "Which would be?"
"Sixteen. When she's sixteen, give her this." I hand the large brown envelope to Alexis.
"Oh. Oh. That's wonderful. Okay. Anything else?" Alexis finally looks back at me.
"Yes. She'd appreciate if you don't talk about her. Not much. She says to keep in touch with her parents, so that you always have a way of getting in touch with her, but she says she doesn't want to hear from you for a very long time. She says to keep the baby away from any Gilmores or Haydens."
"Honey, do we have a name?" John looks up from the forms. "We're actually supposed to already have one."
The nurse, our wonderful target during our game of "Peg the Horrible Nurse," nods at John.
"That's the other thing," I tell Alexis. "She'd like the baby to be named Lorelai. At least a middle name. She says if it's a first name, you could call her Rory."
"Rory. I like it. That's the name." Alexis announces excitedly to John.
"What?"
"Lorelai Alexis DuGrey. It's perfect! After both of her mothers. Write it down!"
John shakes his head and reluctantly writes the name on the birth certificate. Lor and I have already signed everything we needed to sign, so the DuGreys can take her home. Alexis waves as Johnathan carries little Lorelai Alexis DuGrey out of the hospital, and out of our lives.
Chapter One: The Beginning
Okay, so originally, this was started as the first chapter of "What If?" which is this other story I was working on, but I'm just gonna remove that, because every single review I got, they kept saying how it all culminated too soon (although not neccessarily in those words) so I'm rewriting the first chapter and making it into a story. Oh, and I also can't think of anything else to write for "What If?" so that's part of the reason. Anyway, it's the beginning, introducing everything. Enjoy! Oh, and I don't own Gilmore Girls. I do own a few of these characters, but not many, although I definitely own the storyline. Anyway, please read and review!
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Lorelai Gilmore
Oh, it's a big pain it's a big pain IT'S A BIG PAIN!!!! AHHHHH!!! AND NOW IT'S...going away, it's fading away, and...it's stopping, and now it's over. It's over.
"Okay, the contraction's over, Lorelai. You can breathe easy," the nurse rubs my hair back. I squeeze her hand, and at first she smiles, but after all the blood rushes from it, she tries as hard as she can to abruptly pull my squeezing toy away. I groan, slightly, but Christopher, that bastard who put me in this position, smiles and walks over, offering his hand. I gladly take it and continue squeezing, even though the pain is over.
"Lorelai," my mother walks into the hospital room. I groan.
"Mom."
"The family is here," she says softly. I abruptly drop Chris' hand and hug both of my arms around me.
"I don't want to see them."
"Come on, Lorelai, why not?" Chris whispers.
"Because it will be too real."
"It's going to happen, if you don't see them or not." Mom points out. God, I could smack her sometimes. I'm not in denial or anything, I know what's going to happen. I know that even if I don't meet this snooty rich family, they're still going to take my baby away from me. My mother points this out every single time they call her, or come by the house. I just want to prolong my time with this tiny little human being that's been living in my body for nine months, this tiny little baby who will leave me in two days, and never look back, because the adoption is private, and I don't want my baby to know that I had to leave her. I look at Chris, and he nods and leaves, muttering a simple explanation to my mother as he walks out of the room. I look at Mom, and she sighs and lowers her head.
"I'm going to get you...some coffee. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I look at her, shocked. Did she just say she was getting me coffee? That fabulous elixir of the gods? Was she just...nice? I nod, mutely, and she smiles a genuine smile and walks out of the room. I sigh and lean back onto the pillows, and then suddenly gasp as another, stronger contraction hits me. My father wanders in from the hallway, and I smile through my tears as a brand-new squeezing toy laces his fingers through mine.
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Christopher Hayden
I walk out of Lor's hospital room into the hallway. I look around and eventually spot a tense couple sitting in uncomfortable hospital chairs what seems to be 20 miles away. I recognize the look in the woman's eyes--excitement mixed with monumental fear. I've seen it in Lorelai's eyes for months. I can't face these people...not now.
I turn around and almost run into Emily--er, Mrs. Gilmore--as she hurries out of Lor's room.
"Christopher, I thought you were talking to the family!"
"I am, I just want to make sure I know who they are."
"They're right there, Christopher!" She points, and my eyes follow her discreet finger to the weary couple I just turned from.
I swallow and nod. Now I have to go talk to them. Emily pushes me. I start walking, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other. Suddenly I look up and I'm standing in front of the couple. The man stands.
"Mr. Hayden?" he asks, hesitantly, and I can tell he's uncomfortable calling a sixteen-year-old "mister." To tell the truth, I'm uncomfortable being called "mister"...too much responsibility.
"Yes, sir, I'm Christopher Hayden." I hold out my hand. "You can call me Chris."
"Chris," he repeats, relaxing visibly as he shakes my hand. "I'm Johnathan, and this is my wife." He gestures to the woman next to him, who to my surprise, looks to be about five months pregnant.
"Alexis DuGrey," she says cooly, offering a slim, manicured hand. I take it, not sure what to do. Finally I shake it, and then she abruptly drops my hand.
That's over, obviously.
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Alexis DuGrey
I am utterly terrified. Completely and utterly terrified. And now that I'm distancing myself from this sixteen-year-old standing in front of me, I'm scaring him, too. My therapist has warned me extensively about this. I need to act warmer around people, instead of using my wealth and social status to cooly offer my name and hand. I take a deep breath with my eyes closed, and then I open them to look directly into the face of young Christopher Hayden. I smile. Genuinely. I'm so proud of myself.
"Chris, won't you sit down?" I gesture to the plastic seat next to me. He looks at it warily, and I can tell the chairs in his home aren't plastic, either. After a minute, though, he finally sinks down, and I can see he's tired.
"Can I ask you something?" he asks both Johnathan and me.
"Sure," John nods next to me.
"Why are you adopting my--her--our baby if you're going to have your own?"
"Oh." I blush.
"We'd already signed the papers when we found out Lex was pregnant."
"It was just a few months ago we found out," I explain.
"And we wanted to help the three of you out, so we decided not to back out of the arrangement."
"Besides, this one," I start, touching my stomach briefly, "is a miracle baby, and probably the only one I'll have on my own, and since every child needs a sibling, it's good for both of them."
"Lor and I are both only children."
"But you both grew up--are growing up--together, correct?"
"Well, yeah."
"Practically like brother and sister?"
"Not quite, since they're having a child, Lex." John points out.
"Well, I know that, sweetie, but still. They were the closest thing they each had to a sibling, correct?" I turn to the boy, who I'm afraid I've once again frightened. "Oh, I'm sorry, are we overwhelming you?"
"No. I mean, it's not exactly you, just this whole damn business."
"I can imagine," John starts up wryly. "I'm finding becoming a father daunting, and I'm thirty-four. I can't even imagine going through this whole idea at the age of sixteen."
"It's worse for him, though," I whisper to my husband, looking at Chris' face, who is staring off into space. "He's got to give his baby up."
Chris suddenly shakes his head and turns back to us. He smiles, sadly.
"I think I should get back to Lor now." He stands up, and then holds his hand out to John. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. DuGrey, and you, too, Mrs. DuGrey." He turns to me and I shake his hand.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Chris."
"I gotta get back." He turns and walks quickly back to the hospital room.
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Lorelai Gilmore
"Christopher," I say sweetly, holding one finger up and gesturing him towards me as he walks into my room.
"Lorelai," he responds, walking to where I lay sprawled in bed.
"Wonderful, handsome Christopher," I continue sweetly until he is close enough for me to grab his hand. "You terrible, horrible boy!" A slight twist of my hand, and he's on his knees from the pain. Oh, joy!
"Feeling bad, Lor?" he struggles to get out.
"Oh, no, of course not, Chris! Speaking of pain, when was the last time you pushed a pot roast through your nostirl?!" I scream towards the floor where he is. Luckily, the pain is rapidly subsiding, so I release his hand and lay back. I sense him standing up and so I point to the TV mounted on the wall.
"Can you turn the TV on for me, Chris? I'm bored."
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Emily Gilmore
I finally manage to wrangle a tiny cup of coffee from the damn machine in the damn waiting room and I'm walking back to Lorelai's room and passing the nurses's station when the snobbiest one calls out, "Excuse me, Miss?"
I sigh and turn around. The people at this hospital are completely insufferable. "What?"
"Are you taking that coffee in the labor room?"
What does it look like, idiot? "Yes, I am, why?"
"You can't give that to the person in labor. She's not allowed to eat or drink until after the baby is born."
"Well," I am at a complete loss of words. Suddenly, I get an idea. "What if she was thirsty, or her throat was dry?"
"Ice chips," the nurse responds, handing me a cup full to the brim with little ice chips.
"Can she drink the water after it melts?"
The nurse just gives me a look, so I take the cup and retreat into Lorelai's room.
"Coffee!" she exclaims as soon as she sees me. I shake my head.
"The nurse at the desk said you can't eat or drink anything until after the baby's born." I hand the cup to Lorelai. "You can have ice chips, though. That nurse was so horribly rude, too!" I exclaim as I sit in a hospital chair next to Richard.
"So you really hated this nurse, huh, Mom?"
I look up at Lorelai and recognize that horrible glint in her eyes.
"What are you thinking? Where's Christopher?" I look around for him, but my gaze settles back on my daughter. "What are you going to do?" I ask as I notice her juggling a single piece of ice in her hand, almost as if she's getting ready to throw.
"Oh, nothing," she smiles sweetly, and then her smile gets wider as the rude nurse from before walks into her room.
"Lorelai," I warn as I notice her arm moving back, getting ready to strike.
"Relax, Mom," she rolls her eyes at me, and then looks back at her target. She grins and then throws her arm forward, letting go of the ice as she does so.
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Alexis DuGrey
I snap awake. My little one is kicking. It's only about the third time he or she has done so. I jab John in the ribs, and he snaps awake also.
"What the hell?" he exclaims. I smile.
"He's kicking."
"It's a he?"
"I'm using the term broadly. It could still be a girl. He's kicking!" I grab my husband's hand and place it on the side of my stomach that's slightly moving.
"Are you sure it's not the spicy food from dinner?"
I jab him in the ribs again, and the familiar teasing smile comes to his face. He resettles his hand on my stomach, and just as the baby is giving him a monstrous kick in the wrist, there's a scream from the room behind us. A nurse runs out, and Emily Gilmore follows her.
"I can sue for this, you know!" The nurse yells in Emily's face.
"Oh, I know, you old fuddy-duddy! But give her a break! She's sixteen, she's having a baby, and she's scared."
"I can still sue!" The nurse angrily resettled herself behind the desk. Emily started to walk back to her daughter's room, but apparently thought better of it. To my surprise, she walked behind the desk, grabbed a cup of ice chips, and overturned it on top of the nurse's head.
"Relax!" she yelled, before finally running back into the hospital room.
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Christopher Hayden
Lor kisses our little girl's forehead and then sadly hands her over to Emily. I immediately walk over to her and grab her hand. Richard walks over and takes Lor's other hand.
"It's okay to cry, Lorelai" he whispers. She nods and lowers her head. I can see the tears flowing down her cheek. I kiss her on the top of her head and lean my cheek against it. Trying my hardest not to cry, I squeeze her hand and try to be there for her. After a few seconds, Richard lets go and walks away, and I wrap my arms around her. She hugs me back, and I sit on the hospital bed next to her. She rests her cheek on my shoulder.
"She's not going to understand."
"What?" I ask, not letting go, not even to look at her.
"Our little girl. She's not going to understand why we gave her away, why we didn't keep her. Why we...why we didn't love her." Lor's voice breaks, and I can feel more tears on my shoulder.
"Oh, Lor, you know that's not true."
"Yes, it is! She's going to think we hated her, we couldn't stand her!"
"But we didn't hate her. We loved her." I realize I'm speaking in the past tense, and correct myself. "Love her. She'll always be a part of our lives."
"No, she won't. She'll be a part of someone else's lives."
"She could be a part of our lives, if you want her to be."
"I don't want her to know about us until she's old enough to understand."
"But--" I catch myself. A pregnant Lorelai Gilmore is one thing. A just-gave-her-baby-girl-away-still-drenched-in-hormones Lorelai Gilmore is completely different. "So what do you propose we do?"
She shoves a huge brown envelope stuffed with crap at me, whispers instructions, pecks me on the cheek, and sends me away. I walk hesitantly out of Lor's hospital room and look around the hallway. I spot the DuGreys standing at the nurses' station with my little girl in a car seat. I stop. I take a deep breath, suck it up, and continue towards them.
"Hi," I say breahtlessly, grounding to a halt in front of the small, brand-new family.
"Christopher," John nods, filling out forms. Alexis actually pays attention to me, though.
"Chris! What do you need?"
"Lor had some last minute things she wanted to say."
"I had a feeling she might. I sure wish I could meet her."
"No, she doesn't want the families to have any interaction until the baby is old enough to understand."
"Uh-huh," Alexis nods. "Which would be?"
"Sixteen. When she's sixteen, give her this." I hand the large brown envelope to Alexis.
"Oh. Oh. That's wonderful. Okay. Anything else?" Alexis finally looks back at me.
"Yes. She'd appreciate if you don't talk about her. Not much. She says to keep in touch with her parents, so that you always have a way of getting in touch with her, but she says she doesn't want to hear from you for a very long time. She says to keep the baby away from any Gilmores or Haydens."
"Honey, do we have a name?" John looks up from the forms. "We're actually supposed to already have one."
The nurse, our wonderful target during our game of "Peg the Horrible Nurse," nods at John.
"That's the other thing," I tell Alexis. "She'd like the baby to be named Lorelai. At least a middle name. She says if it's a first name, you could call her Rory."
"Rory. I like it. That's the name." Alexis announces excitedly to John.
"What?"
"Lorelai Alexis DuGrey. It's perfect! After both of her mothers. Write it down!"
John shakes his head and reluctantly writes the name on the birth certificate. Lor and I have already signed everything we needed to sign, so the DuGreys can take her home. Alexis waves as Johnathan carries little Lorelai Alexis DuGrey out of the hospital, and out of our lives.