Author's Note: I am not clever, or lucky enough to be the owner of Gilmore Girls or anything affiliated. I am just a fan with too much free time.

OOO

"Oh Lucas!" The familiar singsong greeting that still to this day brought a smile to Luke's face echoed through his busy diner. Lorelai came wobbling in the diner weighed down by her bags of department store clothing, and who knew what else. She looked around, and of course occupied a table for four all by herself. Luke knowingly poured a cup of coffee, and went over to her table.

"I thought you weren't going to the mall again this week?" he teased as he set the coffee beside her. She ignored this, and cast aside her old to-go cup in exchange for the new cup.

"Well upon review, I decided that was just crazy talk. I was beside myself when I said those things. Besides I had to get a dress for the anniversary."

"As opposed to the ten perfectly unworn dresses you have in our closet?"

"Fourteen and yes."

"You need help. I'm going to find a shopaholic support group and sign you up."

"A girl needs good dresses every once in a while. If our two year wedding anniversary isn't one of those, then I just don't know what is. What're you going to wear? Some brand new flannel?"

"Why does it need to be brand new?" Luke said with a slight smile, going to refill Ms. Patty and Babette's coffee cups. Babette gave his butt a quick pinch, and Ms. Patty laughed out loud.

"What did you get Lorelai?" asked Ms. Patty. "A sexy mini black dress I hope?"

"Of course not Ms. Patty. It's a mini flannel dress of course. Always gets Luke going!"

"Really?"

"I think you should wear one of those whipped cream bikinis," Babette cut in. "I wore one on my second anniversary, and Maury just ate it up!"

"Well Luke is more a cheese-whiz kind of guy you know. Maybe I'll buy a box of crackers and we'll just go wild."

"Oh jeez," muttered Luke. "I have… work to do." Luke promptly walked back to the kitchen. Lorelai quickly pulled one of the bags off of the chair beside her and waved the ladies over to look inside.

"Oh my," said Ms. Patty. "That reminds me of this dress I used to wear for my third husband. I remember I was never able to keep it on for very long… or any dress for the matter. Not with my third husband."

"Oh my sugar," gushed Babette. "You have to come by my place for pictures before he sees it. Promise me?"

"I promise Babette. You really think he'll like it?"

"What's not to like?" said Kirk appearing out of nowhere and peaking over her shoulder. Lorelai quickly closed the bag. "That's an awfully sexy dress. When you're finished with it, can Lulu use it? Assuming it doesn't get too filthy of course."

"What are you doing Kirk?" said Lorelai, ignoring his extremely inappropriate question as usual. "Aren't you supposed to be organizing the Days of Summer festival?"

"Taylor said I could have a ten minute lunch."

"How generous of him."

"Yeah, which do you think Luke can make quicker, a peanut butter and jelly, or a ham sandwich?"

"Ham sandwich."

"Interesting," Kirk said after a small pause, "Well if you're done taking up my time, I'm going to go have get my ham sandwich. Are you sure, ham?"

"Quite."

Kirk walked off to the counter to order, and Ms. Patty leaned back in to talk. "You heard from Rory today?"

"Not today, but I'm sure she'll be calling me soon. She's pretty busy with The Courant you know?"

"Oh, I hope they're not working her too hard."

"I'm sure they're not."

"Is she loving it? I read her review for that new Nicholas Cage movie. Sounded terrible."

"She loves it alright. She really wants to go to book reviews of course, but we all know she loves movies as well."

"Oh she'd be perfect for book reviews. I remember she used to recommend me the best books. I didn't understand the half of them, but they were just so well written. Not sexy enough for my tastes of course."

"You more of a Twilight girl than Proust huh?"

"Twilight are you kidding me? Go ahead and get to the action already. No Fifty Shades for me."

"Oh my," Lorelai said as Luke came back to the table carrying a plate of food over to her table. He sat it down and she examined the perfect looking burger setting besides the mountain of chili covered French fries. "Luke will you marry me?"

"I already did… but I'm game if you are."

"Of course-"her phone went off; she looked down, "It's Rory!" Luke pointed outside and she quickly rushed out while answering her phone. Even after two years of marriage, Luke still didn't permit cell-phones.

"Hey Rory!"

"Mom help! I have to go see the other new Nicholas Cage movie tonight! Why does my boss hate me?"

"Oh Rory, don't be so dramatic. Of course he doesn't hate you. Nicholas Cage is a perfectly fine actor."

"Liar!"

"How could you tell? I said it with a straight face and everything. It doesn't look like a bad movie. It has that one girl… from that one show in it."

"Which show?"

"You know, that one where they're all Mormons or gay or something."

"Oh jeez Mom!"

"Well honey you gotta work your way up. You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold… What's next."

"Wiser. You gotta be wiser."

"That's right. Good song."

"Mom focus on Nicholas Cage."

"Oh God, not if I can help it."

"Thanks mom, you're really helpful."

"I'll offer advice. Bring a friend. Maybe even a guy friend. You know, like a date."

"Fresh out of those sorry."

"Not a single guy to take my pretty girl to the Nicholas Cage movie?"

"No, they all ran off after they heard I was going to see a Nicholas Cage movie."

"I'm starting to feel bad for poor Nick."

"Me too… okay bye!"

"Bye Rory!"

OOO

"Avon!" Emily yelled across her dining room, trying to catch her maid's attention. Her maid of course didn't hear her, she was to busy trying to flee the dining room.

"It's Rhonda," said Richard with his nose buried in his newspaper. "You fired Avon last week for serving the DAR iced tea without iced tea spoons."

"No," snapped Emily, "That was Paula. I fired Avon for being unable to shave off that unsightly mustache."

"That's right," said Richard, "Terrible woman. Her mustache was thicker than mine."

"Rory write anything in there?" asked Emily.

"No, not so far. I think she said something this morning about reviewing some movie tonight."

"You spoke with her this morning?"

"Yes, I thought I had told you?"

"No," snapped Emily again, "You know, I think those girls would never talk to me if not for you Richard. I don't know what I ever did to them."

"Oh Emily," Richard sighed as he sat his paper down. "You're just being dramatic. Rory asked to speak with you, but I told her you were busy with your DAR fundraiser this Tuesday."

"Why would you tell her something like that?"

"Because you were busy with the DAR fundraiser. I could hear you yelling at the caterer from across the house."

"Well that's because they said they didn't have enough Cornish hens. Can you imagine a support-the-troops fundraiser without Cornish hens? It's an outrage."

"A downright scandal."

"You know Richard, just one morning without your unpleasant sense of humor would be nice." Emily took a small bite of her lamb chop and her fork back down "This lamb chop is too salty. How's yours?"

"It's fine Emily."

"Well mine is salty… and the doctor said it wasn't good for you to have too much salt."

"Well it's not too salty. It is fine," Richard replied irritated. "I wish we could make it through one meal without you mentioning my heart. Really Emily you're acting like my mother."

Emily gave him a look that could kill and he promptly quit speaking. "Rhonda!" The maid came in the dining room timidly. "This lamb chop is too salty! What did I tell you about salty food in this house?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Gilmore. Would you like me to make something else?"

"No, I'd like it if you could make lunch correctly the first time. My granddaughter is coming to dinner this Friday, and I'd like to be able to properly feed her is possible."

"It won't happen again Mrs. Gilmore."

"I should hope not, now take this food out of here. I've lost my appetite. "Emily sat up shaking her head, "I'll be back before dinner Richard. I have to go look at venues for the function."

"That's fine Emily. I think I'll go start out to pick up that book Rory recommended me. I'll see you at dinner."

OOO

Sookie's house was just as chaotic as usual when Lorelai walked in, kids laughing and playing and the smell of delicious food lingering in the air. Sookie came to the door in her usual stained apron with her hair pulled up messily above her shoulders.

"Hey Lorelai, come back here. I'm trying a new type of duck sauce, and I need your thoughts on it."

"You already have the perfect duck sauce though Sookie!"

"I know, but what's the biggest room in the world? The room for improvement! I want to try it out on you before I do The Dragonfly."

"Oh fine," said Lorelai, knowing it was useless to resist. She let herself be ushered into the kitchen, where there were multiple things simmering on the stove. Sookie grabbed her ladle, and brought over a bit of the sauce for Lorelai to sample. Lorelai blew on the sauce a couple of times before obliging Sookie.

"This is good Sookie…"

"This is good Sookie but…"

"Well your regular duck sauce is just perfection you know that."

"Yeah, but I don't want to be complacent. I have my regulars, but what if they get tired of me, and decide to eat somewhere else? Jackson walked into the kitchen from outside; he kissed Sookie on the cheek and looked at her.

"I've been married to you for a long time now, and I could never get tired of your food." He looked at the stove, "You're messing with your duck sauce again?"

"I don't want to become complacent," Sookie repeated.

"Sookie you don't paint eyebrows on the Mona Lisa, and you don't mess with your perfect duck sauce recipe." Jackson said heading back outside to his gardens.

"He has a point Sookie," said Lorelai. "Your duck sauce is pretty much perfection."

"Ugh," complained Sookie to herself. "Enablers! When all of my customers leave me, I'm blaming the both of you." Her over timer went off and made them both jump. "My pies!" She quickly ran across the kitchen for her oven mitt, and pulled out three golden pies.

Lorelai stood back up, "I have to get going. I need to hide my new dress before Luke gets home and sees it."

"Oh, the new dress huh? Ms. Patty told me it was quite sexy."

"I knew I shouldn't have shown it off to them. The whole town probably knows by now."

"I don't know what you were thinking," teased Sookie. "You sure you can't stay for pie? I made custard, peach, and cherry."

"I'd love to Sookie. You know, I'm not in much of a pie mood anyways." Lorelai said as Sookie picked up a pie to set on her cooling rack by the kitchen window. "I think I'd rather have… "She saw the bowl of fruit sitting on the counter before her. "One of Jackson's freshly picked apples!"

Sookie dropped her pie on the floor and looked at Lorelai with a shocked expression.

"You're not!" she said ignoring the pies.

"I'm not what?"

"You know!"

"Sookie what are you talking about!"

"You don't want pie… you're eating FRUIT!" she said dramatically.

"No," gasped Lorelai. "You don't think?"

"Pregnant," Sookie said with a wide grin spreading across her face. "You got a bun in that oven of yours!"

"Sookie we don't know that… remember last time?"

"Yeah, but I mean c'mon…. we need some excitement around here. You and Luke are so ready for a baby!"

"How do you know what we're ready for?"

"Well everyone else is ready for you guys to finally have a baby." Sookie squealed, "Oh a little Luke baby! In a flannel sleeper. Ooooh!"

"Jeez Sook, talk about getting ahead of yourself." Lorelai looked around nervously. She needed to think. "I have to go. Say nothing to nobody! Promise me!"

"I won't," Sookie said grinning. "I promise."

Sookie zipped her lips and smiled at Lorelai as she walked away. "Oh a baby for Lorelai and Luke!" she danced around her kitchen happily.

"Sookie!"

"Sorry Lorelai. Nothing to nobody I swear!"

OOO

Rory stepped out of the theatre with a headache. The movie was terrible as predicted, and she decided that next time she would just refuse the Nicholas Cage movie, and risk being fired. You had to draw the line somewhere. Her phone began ringing, it was her mother.

"You're needy today," she said as she answered the phone.

"You have to get home! "

"Extra needy."

"How quick can you get here?"

"I don't know, an hour or so. What's going on? You're scaring me."

"I think I might be… with child."

"What," Rory said. She almost dropped her phone in shock. "I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you say you were pregnant!"

"I might be. Get here pronto! Make sure you bring a pregnancy test!

"Jeez first Nicholas Cage now this… why can't you buy a pregnancy test yourself. People will think I'm a loose woman!"

"Yeah, I'll go directly to Taylor's and buy one!"

"I see your point. I'll be there shortly." Her phone beeped in her ear, she had another call. "Mom it's my boss, I'll be there soon." She switched over, "Hello?"

"Rory how was the movie?" Her editor asked with a slight laugh in his voice. "You don't even have to answer that. I already know. Look, I called because I have an assignment for you. A new hot book is on the shelves, and we need someone to review it. My other staff is tied up at the moment, and I was wondering if you'd be interested. I believe you've mentioned some hundred-something times that you'd like to review books."

"Of course I'd love to," Rory tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. "Which book is it? I'll pick it up while I'm out."

"Hold on, I have it written here somewhere. Yes, here it is… it's by a Jessie Mariano."

Rory had to stop herself from dropping the phone again. "Jess?" She could barely breathe. She knew that he had written quite a few books, but she never expected this. To be asked to review one professionally. It seemed too ironic to be true.

"Excuse me?" her editor asked. "Yes it's called Dodger by Jess Mariano. It's a hot new romance. They said the movie rights have already been sold. I would like to have the report by Friday if you don't mind."

"Yes… that will be fine." Rory hung up the phone and paused for a moment while leaning against her car. She looked at the movie theatre. "My life is getting crazier than any movie," she muttered to herself, opening up her car door.

OOO

Rory stared at the bathroom door and knocked again. "Mom?"

"Rory for the love of God quit knocking on the door."

"What does it say?"

"I don't know I just peed on it!"

"Gross!"

"Well you asked."

Rory leaned against the wall facing the bathroom door. "Well how long does it take?"

"I don't know Rory it's been over twenty-five years since I took one of these! Quit yelling through the door. I feel like we're reenacting Kill Bill here. You don't have a shotgun do you?"

"I'm coming in." Rory opened the door to see her mom looking at the pregnancy test on the counter. She looked from the box to the test with a scared expression. Rory piped up, "Well?"

Lorelai threw the box down beside the test. "I can't look, I'm too nervous. You check."

Rory went up to the test. "I don't want to touch it. Your pee is all over it." She looked at the box. "The plus means what?"

"That there is a bun in my oven, that I am with child… that I am the P-word." Lorelai sat down on the toilet for support. "Well?"

"You're the P-Word Mom." Rory looked around awkwardly. "Congratulations?"

Note: Not the best intro I am sure, but I need to set the background for the story. I fully plan on including more of the regular cast in this.