ALL HAIL THE EATER OF THE SOCKS!
Author's Note: Voila! The very first chapter (technically a prologue) of the much awaited sequel to LIVING WITH AN ALARM CLOCK KILLER! Hoooray!!! I might not update every day with this one, but I will try my hardest to update as frequently as possible. If you haven't read the first, you'll still understand this one, but it would be better if you read it. Go to my bio pagey thing and click on Living With an Alarm Clock Killer. Oooh, and also, following the theme of the first, there will be a 'thing' in this story that happens every chapter. However, it won't be as obvious, and it starts in chapter one, not the prologue. Well, that's all I have to say! Thanks to everyone who wanted a sequel, and here it is! Hope you enjoy! (And remember to leave a review:P)
LOS PROLOGUOS
The tiny infant, oblivious to the world around her, stretched out her mouth in a wide yawn. "Hey whoozit." Logan whispered to her, bouncing her gently in his arms.
Rory smiled from the bed. "We need to name her."
"Really? I thought we could just call her Whoozit. Maybe Whoozita, seeing as how she's a girl."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Well, any suggestions?" She asked, swatting lazily at his arm.
"I thought that it was pretty much set in stone that we would name her Lorelai. Keep the chain going, and all." He confessed.
"Lorelai would be nice. But we can't call her Lorelai, and now Rory is taken."
"I've always thought Rory was a bit of a stretch from Lorelai…"
Rory gasped dramatically. "You think my name is a stretch from my real name? You think I should be called something less original, like Lori or Lily or Ellie or Reilly? This is really not the kind of confession one should make after their wife just spent roughly 12 hours in labor. May I remind you that this is your fault?"
Logan laughed, a noise that startled the baby. She squirmed in his arms and he rocked her back and forth until she fell asleep.
"I actually like Lily." He admitted, still gazing lovingly and the pink bundle in his hands. Rory nodded, she did too.
"So we're continuing the Lorelai chain." Rory said with a smile. "Can her middle name be Emily? As much as Grandma annoys me, I do love her and I know she would adore having her great-granddaughter named in her honor. Plus Lily is kind of like Emily, so calling her Lily wouldn't be as strange."
"Calling her Lily isn't strange! Lorelai Emily Huntzberger. I like it." He said with a nod.
"Um, that isn't it, Logan." Rory said, gaining a nervous expression. "I want you to add a name to the mix. I feel bad having her named after my mother and my grandmother, but none of your relatives. What about adding Shira?"
Logan shuddered dramatically. "No way am I corrupting my daughter before she turns two." He said. "If you insist on giving her a Huntzberger family name, we'll call her Honor after her aunt. Lorelai Emily Honor Huntzberger. A mouthful, but it works."
Rory reached out a hand and stroked the newly-named Lily's cheek. "Hey Lily." She said. "Welcome to your fifth or so hour on earth. I'm your mommy, and that's your daddy. He's gonna be the best daddy a girl can have, I promise. You're going to be spoiled rotten thanks to him. Here you are, not even a day old, and you have more diamonds then most full grown women. But never think that all you have is money, sweetie. With my brains and his looks, you're gonna go far. Look forward to finding something new everyday. I promise you will." She smiled sweetly at the baby who was starting to wake up again.
"Why can't she have my brains?" Logan asked jokingly.
"Because I want her to be smart." Rory retorted. Logan rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her.
"Case and point." Rory said, chuckling.
"Hey Princess." It was Logan's turn to talk to the infant. "Don't listen to your mommy about me spoiling you. It's perfectly normal for my baby girl to be dripping in jewels. Anything you ever want, just say the word and daddy will make it happen. I would gladly fly you to the moon and back, Princess. Seriously, though. I read something somewhere about commercial space travel. If you ever go through a space phase or whatever, you will be the first on that rocket. I love you to bits, Princess." He smiled. His daughter. He loved saying that. He loved her.
Rory was staring at the two, happy beyond words. A loving husband and a new daughter. Life couldn't get better.
Logan gave a small laugh as he remembered something else he needed to tell his daughter. "One more thing, Princess. Try and be extra careful around clocks."