Chapter One

"Ror!" I heard from the front entrance, "I'm here!"

"In the living room!" I called quietly to the man walking in. I coughed a little and smiled down at the boy who was lying on me as I lay on my back.

I heard some shuffling off to the right and then heavy footsteps coming towards me, "Hey," I looked up at the brown haired man and grinned, "Oh, he's sleeping?"

I nodded, looking back down to the 4 year old, "Yeah- passed out just a little bit ago. I swear all he does is eat, sleep an-"

"Huh," I glanced back up at him, "Sounds like someone else I know."

I scoffed, "Shut up!" I smirked a little and nodded my head to the end of the couch and carefully lifted up my feet, "Sit."

"Yes ma'am!" He mock saluted me and sat down, pulling my feet over his lap. He reached over to rub the child's back, "Oliver looks so much like you, it's insane."

I smiled proudly down at the little boy and then back up to meet the brown eyes, "He has my nose and lips, he definitely has your hair and ears; oh and have I mentioned the attitude?"

"Poor kid," He shook his head, smirking.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I decided to change the subject while I brushed Oliver's mop of dark brown hair, "So how was your week?"

He shrugged, "We finally finished the editing; now it's on to publishing."

I smiled at him proudly, "I'm so happy for you, Jess. This is unbelievable!"

Jess shrugged again, smirking while his eyes fell down, "It's nothing, just a little thing for him when he grows up."

"It's definitely something Jess," I nodded, "Oliver's going to love it; I love it."

He lifted one shoulder again and let it fall, "How was your guys'?"

I shrugged, "It was okay, Mom and Luke took him for a sleepover so I had the house to myself for the night on Monday. And I finished my feature for The Times, so that was exciting," I nodded, absentmindedly stroking my son's back, "Other than that; it was pretty much the same."

Jess nodded and we fell into a comfortable silence. I looked down again and kissed the top of Oliver's head and then rested my head back.

While in my last year of University, I had gotten pregnant with Oliver Richard Gilmore-Mariano. Three months after graduating, I had my pride and joy. Jess was always a sensitive subject with me; we had been through it all and then some, the 'some' being Oliver. With our hectic lives- him living in Philadelphia and managing his store, to me living in New York working for The New York Times writing about our world issues, we haven't had that much time for eachother, leaving our relationship to be a purely platonic one.

Jess had always made sure he was here to spend the weekends with Oliver; leaving Philly on Friday in the morning, and stayed until Sunday night. This has been happening since Jess had left after Oliver was a year old, having to get back to his and a couple of friends store.

"Want me to put him to bed?" My attention snapped to the raspy voice at the foot of the couch.

"Sure," I nodded, smiling a bit, "He's going to be angry that he fell asleep; he tried to stay awake so you can read him the last chapter of Ol-"

"Oliver Twist," Jess nodded, cutting me off, "I'm kind of sad too."

I frowned, glancing at the time; 9:35PM. I sighed, "You can wake him up, but I had nothing to do with it. The way he is in the morning," I shook my head and huffed out a puff of air, "That is definitely a Jess thing."

Jess grinned and lifted my feet to kneel on the carpeted ground and made his way over to the upper half of my body. He smiled up at me and then leaned down to be in Oliver's view and placed his hand on our son's back, shaking slightly.

"Hey buddy," Jess whispered, leaning over to kiss the smaller boys' temple, "Oliver."

I heard a low groan and it vibrated through his chest and onto my stomach. Jess shook him again which earned a longer and louder groan; Oliver flopped his head over on my chest to face the back of the couch, lifting his hand to move Jess' face away, "Sleep…"

Jess moved his head away from the pushing hand and shook again, "Dad's here, bud!"

No movement; I smirked at Jess and he nodded, falling back slightly to sit on his bottom. I lifted my hand to run through Oliver's hair and kissed his clear forehead, "Hey Ollie- Baby, Daddy's here," Another groan, I threw a look to Jess mouthing a 'see' to the relation between father and son, "Alright, Oliver; if you don't wake up right now, I'm going to tickle you until you cry."

I felt him sigh and watched him as his eyelids slowly fluttered open, "Mommy…" I smiled at his high-pitched groan and ran another hand through his messy, curly hair. His head rose slowly and he flopped it back over to lay on my chest, as he stared at his father.

"Hey buddy," Jess smirked, "Sorry about Mom, she used to get me up like that too."

I tried to glare at Jess as a blush rose from my neck and unto my cheeks. Oliver mirrored Jess' expression as he pushed off of me and onto his father. I huffed out air as the pressure knocked the wind out of me.

"Sorry Mom!" Oliver expressed, turning to look at me with a mocking frown; another Jess thing.

"It's fine buddy," I breathed out again, "Okay um, well… I'm going to go make some coffee, you can go upstairs with Daddy and he'll tuck you into bed."

"And we'll read the last chapter," Jess nodded to the silent question in his son's eyes. Jess stood up, throwing Oliver over his shoulder and hopped up the stairs, turning back to me and whispering, "I'll see you in soon."

I smiled at the giggling boy and his father until they disappeared and then made my way into the kitchen.

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A/N: Heeey so, here's a new thing i'm working on. Lemme know what you think. completely in a gilmore girls... thing right now! haha