A/N: There's a reason why there's no dialogue in my story yet, and you'll find out later if you keep reading! If you can't figure it out yet, then you will also be able to figure out when the setting is later on. Please read and review! Thank you! I hope you like it and I hope it's good. Oh, and I'm sorry this chapter is kind of short.
She stood still and full of thought. She loved him, but he obviously didn't feel the same. She really wasn't sure if he loved her or not because he never talked to her. She closed her eyes and remembered the one time he actually said the three words she had been dying to hear from him in the past four months.
It had been a warm summer night in late June. The light breeze was hot as it hit her face. She welcomed the warmth as her wet hair clung to her face. She closed her eyes again to breathe in the air. She tried to get the thought of what happened the night before out of her mind, but there it remained.
She closed the window, having enough air and walked into the bathroom. She looked down at the counter and threw the stick that read 'positive' at the wall. She looked at herself in the mirror and focused her eyes on her small stomach. She turned to the side to study her profile and rested her small hands on her stomach. Tears filled her soft blue eyes.
She walked back into her bedroom and looked around as she tried to decide what to do next. She settled with calling Rory. She told her daughter about her current life events, and she had offered full support. She told her that she had a doctor's appointment the next day and if the doctor confirmed her fear, then she was going to pack and leave everything behind as fast as she possibly could. Rory tried to talk her mom out of this decision, but she was very set in it. This may not be what she wanted, but it was what she needed at the time.
Her doctor did indeed give her her fear that she didn't want. The doctor told her that she was almost two months along. She had jumped very happily about of her seat and gave the doctor a very behemoth hug when she said that. She wasn't happy with the being pregnant part, but was happy with who the father was, even if they weren't speaking to each other at the moment or never would be again.
She went home immediately after that and packed to leave. She couldn't stay there anymore; she had to leave. She was afraid to leave, but even more afraid to stay and face the music. She packed everything she could and even packed stuff she couldn't. She packed what she wanted, needed, and didn't need; she packed it all.
Rory promised to look after the house while she was gone. She didn't want to sell the house or rent it out. She planned to come back at some point, just not exactly soon, so she knew she would still want the house. She loved that house and didn't want anyone else to live in it.
She had absolutely no idea where she was going and no idea what she would do. She had money, from owning the Inn and everything. She wasn't worried about that yet. She had told herself that she was irresponsible for leaving, but she didn't care. She wanted to leave, and was going to leave. She just woke up the next morning and drove where ever her Jeep took her.