Gilmore Girls FanFic: Take Good Care of My Baby

November

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant."

For the first time in her life, Lorelai Gilmore has absolutely nothing to say. Her daughter, Rory, sits staring at her, waiting for her mother's typical, witty response.

"Mom? Say something, please," Rory begs her. Lorelai's eyes widen and she shakes her head. "Mom, c'mon."

"I don't want to be called 'Grandma,'" Lorelai finally says.

"What?"

"I don't want to be called 'Grandma.' That's my mother, and no thank you to that one." Lorelai sits up a little straighter. "I definitely don't want to be called 'Gran,' either. I'd end up buried with no underwear! Man, I can't believe I've never thought about this. Do people think about these things ahead of time, or is it just all of a sudden I have to come up with something to be called that's better than Nana or Meemaw? Oh my god! I do not want to be called either of those, either!" Lorelai pauses for a breath, but she's on a roll now. "I bet that's why there are all those horrible names for grandparents out there: Mimi, Nanny, Granny, Mama. They all crack under the pressure! It's like, 'Here, hold this baby that shares some of your DNA. Oh, and by the way, what do you want it and all the others that come after it to call you for the rest of your life?' And you're just sitting there, stumped and confused while the baby you're holding starts pooping for the very first time and spits up all over your nice shirt you wore to the hospital because, let's face it, everyone wants to look good for a new baby, and you blurt out 'Gammy' and now you're stuck with that forever." Lorelai thinks for a second. "Actually, I kind of like Gammy."

Rory looks at her mother with a surprised look on her face. "Gammy? Really? That's what you want my baby to call you? You know in England 'Gammy' basically means the same thing as 'Gimpy.' You want to be called 'Gimpy?'"

"Well," Lorelai says, "if I ever have a stroke—"

"There you two are!" Luke Danes walks up to the steps of the gazebo where Lorelai and Rory are sitting. "I've been looking all over town for you. I went to the diner, not there. I went to the house, not there. I checked Miss Patty's, not there. Then I went back to the diner and checked to see if the coffee pot was warm, thinking you might have been there and left, not there and the coffee pot was cold. I just checked with Taylor at Doose's, and now I think he's worried we've broken up because I heard him mention something about getting the ribbons back out!" Luke looks from Loreai to Rory as they both stare innocently at him. "Have you been sitting here the whole time?"

Lorelai sighs as she stands and loops her arm through Luke's. "Wow, Luke," she says. "We've been married less than a day and already you have to know where I am and who I'm with. Pretty soon you'll want to track my phone or make me wear one of those ankle bracelets or hire a private detective to follow me around Stars Hollow so you can always find me."

"I just wanted to see my wife," Luke tells her.

"Oh, well then, that's okay!" Lorelai lets go of Luke and reaches her hand to Rory to help her stand up.

"I can stand up on my own! I don't need your help yet, Mom." Rory rolls her eyes and joins Luke and Lorelai on the sidewalk.

"Why does Rory need your help?" Luke asks as he turns to Lorelai.

Lorelai puts her arm around Rory's shoulder. "Should we tell him?" Rory nods. "Luke," Lorelai says with a serious face, "Rory and I have decided to run away together."