Trapped…Again

Chapter 1 – To Yale!

So…here I am. A sequel to my story Trapped. Well, personally I am really excited about this story because I LOVED Trapped and now, I can keep writing it. YAY!

I hope people want to read this and enjoy it.

Oh, and I have another new story called "It Takes Time." You should read that too. ;)

Oh, and if you didn't read Trapped, that's ok you won't be lost. It's not a very complex plot.

Read and enjoy!!

Lorelai stood at the door of her daughter's room watching her sleep. She couldn't believe how fast she had grown up. It seemed like just yesterday she had been sitting on her parent's couch listening to them yell at her for getting pregnant. Now her little girl was going to Yale.

She looked at all the boxes that were packed full of all of Rory's things just ready to make a new home in her dorm room at Yale. She was so proud of her daughter, but at the same time she was worried about how things would go when she left. Things wouldn't be the same anymore. But as one kid was leaving the house, another was about to be coming into it.

She placed her hand on her large stomach and rubbed it gently. Both of them were starting new lives. Rory was starting Yale and Lorelai was having a child with Luke. Things really couldn't be better.

"Hey." Luke whispered as he walked into the kitchen.

She turned around and smiled when she saw him. "Hey."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her stomach. He looked in the room at saw Rory sleeping peacefully. He laughed at the thought of her waking up and seeing them both watching her sleep. She would never sleep with her door open ever again.

"It's hard to believe she's leaving for college tomorrow." He said.

"No, she's still six and pretends to be a ballerina."

"Seems like it, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. It really does."

"You wanna go back to bed?"

"I can't sleep with this massive stomach. It's impossible."

"Impossible?"

"Shove a bowling ball up your shirt and see how easy it is to sleep."

"You need sleep."

"Yes I know that. But, the baby doesn't' know that, nor does she care."

"I'm sure she's a smart kid. She'll understand." Luke said, gently guiding her to the stairs.

"You would think that." She said following his lead. "But no. Stupid kid." She pointed to her stomach as she spoke.

"Poor kid. She's not even born yet and you're calling her stupid."

"Well, clearly she needs to step her game up."

He laughed as he wrapped his arm around her to help her climb up the stairs. The huge stomach and massive ankles made this everyday task quite an adventure.

"Give her a break." He said when they finally reached the top of the stairs. "All she knows is the inside of your stomach."

"If she wouldn't kick me and make me have to pee all the time, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Ok, you really need sleep."

"No I don't. Sleep is for losers." She said, yawning.

He helped her into bed and crawled into bed next to her. He pulled her against him and watched her struggle to stay awake. Finally she mumbled something incoherent as her eyes slowly shut. He brushed the hair out of her face and watched her sleep. It was apparently the theme of the evening, watching people sleep.

So much had happened in the past two years. He and Lorelai had gotten married, Rory had been expected to Harvard, Yale, and Princeton, and Lorelai had gotten pregnant. He remembered when she called him asking him to fix her shower. Then they had gotten trapped in the bathroom and were given a chance to talk. He would never forget kissing her on the bathroom floor.

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"Mom." Rory said while shaking her sleeping mother. "Mom, come on. I know it's early…"

Lorelai turned over and yawned. She focused her eyes on her daughter and smiled. "Hey." She greeted sleepily.

"Luke made breakfast." She said pulling the blankets off the bed.

"Oh geeze!"

"Mom, I am not being late for college. This is Yale, mom. Yale."

The day had finally come, the day when her baby girl left for college. It wasn't the place they both had expected but the pro-con list never lies. Lorelai knew Rory would love it there. She knew she would fit right in. However, Rory wasn't so sure. She had been freaking out about today for the past month. No, the past eighteen years.

"Come here." Lorelai said calmly.

"What? No, mom! We have to eat! We have to go!"

"I think you can spare two minutes."

Rory huffed over to her mother's bed and plopped down next to her. "Well?"

Lorelai noticed a sheet of paper in her daughter's hand and she knew it was a list. Rory always made lists for these kind of occasions.

"Rory put the list down."

"What?"

"Put the list down."

Rory placed the paper on the floor and crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't have all day."

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Rory, honey, angel, my child, look at me."

Rory tilted her head to face her mother and stared at her with her deep blue eyes.

"I know a lot has happened over the past two years. Ya know, with Luke and this new kid, but I just want you to know that nothing could ever replace you. You are and will always be my baby girl, my best friend. I know you're going to do great things at Yale. You're going to be amazing."

Rory's face had softened as her mother spoke. She pulled her legs up onto the bed and crawled closer to her mother.

"I love you, mom."

Lorelai kissed her on the top of her head. "I love you too, kid."

After a few minutes of silence Rory's mind began racing again. She wanted to get her list and get back to her schedule. But, this was such a great moment with her mother, who she wasn't going to see for a long time.

"You're thinking about the list, aren't you?" Lorelai said.

"No." Rory denied, as she looked up to her mother's unconvinced face. "Yes."

"Go." She said. "I'll be right down."

"Thank you." Rory said hopping off the bed and grabbing her list off the floor.

Lorelai pulled herself out of bed and once again, just like every morning, she stood in front of her closet wondering what to wear. Pregnancy had complicated this tremendously because she felt humongous in anything she wore. Maybe she should shower first.

"Mom, I know you're pregnant, but hurry up!" Rory called from downstairs.

Well, Rory made that decision very easy.

"I'm coming!" Lorelai called back.

She quickly grabbed a pair jeans and a shirt from her closet and grabbed a pair of socks out of her dresser drawer. After a few minor jumps, she managed to get her jeans on and quickly threw on her bra followed by her shirt.

She stared at her shoes on the floor of her closet. She was not in the mood to bend over and pick them up. She could get Luke do it.

"Luke!" She yelled down the stairs. "Can you help me?"

"What?" He yelled back.

"Can you help me?"

"I'll be right up."

Problem solved.

"Hey, what do ya need?" He asked, walking into the bedroom.

"Can you get my sneakers?"

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"You called me up here to pick up your sneakers off the floor?"

"Ya know, it's not exactly a picnic carrying your child inside of me. And then, after I have been carrying this kid for nine long months, I will have to push it out a very, very tiny opening."

Luke rolled his eyes. He had heard variations on this rant multiple times. She kept guilt tripping him into doing things for her. Every time he wanted to say no and tell her to do it herself, but he never did.

"The blue ones?"

She flashed her famous smile. "Yes."

He grabbed the sneakers and handed them to her. "I thought I told you to stop cutting up my t-shirts." He said in response to what she was wearing.

"This is one of the old ones." She protested. "I haven't cut anymore I swear."

"You cut a slit down the front and so some weird tie thing on the side. I'm surprised you haven't added glitter or pink fur to it yet."

"Oooo good idea!" She teased.

"Lorelai." He warned.

"Luke, come on. You have like a million of these and they are so comfortable. And, ya know, I am carrying your child…"

"Ok, ok." He said, stopping her impending rant. "Hurry up. You still have to eat and we have to leave soon."

"Ya know, if you want I could make you one." She said, following him down the stairs.

"One what?"

"Shirt. One like mine. Oh! We could match! How fun would that be? And I could make one for Rory and for the new baby. Then, we could get family portraits done…"

Luke huffed at her persistence about the shirts as Rory came running into the living room.

"What are you guys doing?" Rory asked, waving her list in the air.

"We're going to get family portraits done." Lorelai said.

Rory looked at Luke who was less than enthusiastic.

"Just get her some breakfast and I'll put the rest of the stuff in the car." Luke said.

"Ok, thanks Luke." Rory said. "God, what do you take forever to do everything?" Rory said, pushing her mother into the kitchen.

"Will you relax?" Lorelai said, grabbing a box of Captain Crunch and milk. "I understand you're nervous, but don't you want to enjoy this day? The day you enter those ivy covered walls of Yale."

"I'll enjoy it when we get there. No, I'm sorry, if we get there."

"Very funny."

"Hey, ya know what I think would be fun?"

"Oooo what?" Lorelai said excitedly.

"If you put some cereal in baggie and poured some milk over top of it. Then, you could eat it in the car. Cereal on the go."

Lorelai frowned. "Rory, it won't take me that long to eat cereal. Besides, I'm not ready yet. I haven't done my hair or makeup."

Rory slid a hair-tie off her wrist and gave it to her mother. "Just but it in a pony-tail or a messy bun. And as for the makeup, you're helping me move into Yale, not walking down the red carpet."

"Rory, come on."

Rory grabbed a plastic baggie out of the drawer and poured some cereal and milk into it. She grabbed a spoon and sealed the bag shut.

"Here ya go. All ready." Rory said.

"You're crazy, do you know that?"

"Learned from the best." Rory said. "Come on let's go!"

"Aren't we funny this morning. My daughter, Henny Youngman."

"By the way, I'll be driving in the front and will be going above the speed limit so tell Luke to put the pedal to the metal."

Lorelai gasped mock-dramatically. "What? You never speed!"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Watch out ladies and gentleman, Rory Gilmore is about to speed on the highway!"

"Shut up."

"How fast are you gonna go? 56, 57?"

"Stop."

"Oh no, no, not 60!"

"Get in the truck."

"Hey." Lorelai said seriously. "Come here."

Rory walked over to her mother and they hugged. Lorelai kissed her daughter on the top of her head and squeezed her tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you." Lorelai said.

"I gonna miss you too." Rory said.

"But you're gonna be so great. I know it."

"Thanks mom."

"To Yale!" Lorelai cheered.

"To Yale!" Rory joined.

And with that, they both got in their cars and embarked on the journey to Yale University. The mattress kept flopping from side to side which made Luke angry that Lorelai didn't secure it properly like she said she did. She just laughed at him and kissed him quickly on the lips as they followed Rory going a speedy 60 miles per hour.

YAY sequel! Tell me what you think!