Lorelai sat in the grass, cradling the giggling child who held her finger. The child's mother sat in a rocker on the porch, eyes closed, relaxing a bit since she didn't have the baby in hand. When Isiah returned Lorelai looked up at him and smiled. "Oh isn't he wonderful? His name is Jonathan. A strong yet gentle name." She stroked the soft baby hair on his head, adoring everything about the child. 

At her age it was uncommon not to have a child and even more so not be married. Perhaps it was this unspoken rule that made her so fond of children. She knew no man would have her as a wife and so decided if no man wanted her heart, his child was not worth bearing. However, she still loved children, especially the flawless, pure babies.