The Comeback Kid: Every successful business woman has her weaknesses…
a/n: I'm back! And I'm so pumped to be writing again! Please R/R!
The Beginning:
A man wearing only a pair of black printed boxer shorts wandered from the bedroom to the kitchen, lured by the scent of delicious frying bacon. As he turned the corner he saw the bright smile of Rory Gilmore, wearing a light blue silk night gown with her hair tied up in a slightly messy ponytail. He walked up behind her and reached a hand up to play with the short strands of hair that managed to escape. He placed a few kisses on the back of her neck and breathed in her scent.
"Smells good," He whispered in her ear.
"Thanks," She replied, "I love bacon."
"I wasn't talking about the food, but that smells good, also." He pinched her side and she laughed.
"Don't do that while I'm cooking. You could cause me to splash some grease on you and the hot liquid could burn your skin and I don't have the energy to dig through the whole apartment searching for the first aid kit. The whole situation could get messy." She explained to him, talking with her hands. He grabbed hold of the wrist that held the spatula.
"I think I'm more in danger with you swinging this thing around." He took the utensil from her.
"Give that back to me!" She whined; jumping up trying to steal it from his hand he had raised above his head.
"No," he tapped her on the head with it, "You've probably been up all morning…"
"I have not!" She interrupted.
"What time were you up this morning?"
She crossed her arms across her chest and stared down at the fuzzy bunny slippers she was wearing on her feet. "Six o' clock." She admitted. The clock read nine AM. "But— ," she began to protest.
"No," he took her by one of her upper arms and gently moved her away from the stove. "I'm finishing breakfast." He demanded.
She opened her mouth to protest again but figured it wasn't any use. She plopped down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table and began to pout. He smiled at her and turned back to the stove.
"Now, what's on your mind that has you awake at the crack of dawn?" He asked.
"Nothing," She whispered. There was something, but she didn't want to discuss it, she felt stupid worrying about it.
"What is it?" He knew her too well.
She sighed and gave in. "It's starting this new job tomorrow."
"You'll do fine." He told her.
"No, I won't. It's all new people, and a whole new environment. It's like my first day at Chilton all over again. What if they don't like me?" She whined and placed her head in her arms on the table. He shut off the stove and sat down across from her at the table. He took hold of hands and she lifted her head up.
"I already told you, you can do this, and I already told you, you can do this. Obviously you weren't listening." He reassured her.
"Or I didn't believe you." She replied, "You sound like my step-father, he's always saying that to my mother."
"He's a smart man and you should listen to him."
She sighed. "Fine, but that's not going to keep me from being nervous."
"I already told you what I think, now, lets eat." He stood up and went to the cupboard to grab a set of dishes. "Besides," He added, "the editor loves you." He smiled, handing her a plate of food.
"He hasn't even met me." She pointed out.
"No, but he will."
"You know what? Let's not talk about it anymore, moving on."
"Alright." He sat a large mug of coffee in front of her. She took a sip and bit into a piece of bacon. She made a face of disgust.
"What's that for?" He asked.
"It's burnt." She replied, downing another gulp of coffee.
"That's what happens when you argue with me while letting it sit on the stove by itself."
"You started it." She muttered into her mug.
"Did not." He whispered to a fork full of eggs.
She rolled her eyes and ignored him.
"Just promise me one thing." He said.
"What's that?"
"That you'll go into this job with a calm matter."
"I'll try." She agreed.
"Where did I put those?!?" Rory yelled in aggravation. That morning she was going crazy. Her nervousness had her freaking out over the tiniest things. First her hair wouldn't work right, now she couldn't find her keys.
"Now what are you looking for?" He asked, now fully dressed in a navy blue business suit. He emerged from the door while tying his crimson printed tie.
"I can't find my car keys." She was now dumping out the contents of her purse. He finished his tie and dug in his pants pocket.
"You mean these keys?" He dangled them in front of her face. She scowled at him.
"Don't screw with me today, buddy. You know how stressed I am." She snatched them from him. She picked up her things and headed for the door. He grabbed hold of her arm.
"Sweetie, you'll be fine, I promise." He reassured her in a quiet voice.
"You sure?" She asked.
He nodded. "I'm sure, I'm sure."
"I still don't believe you, but let's go." She pulled on his hand.
A/n: Well that's it, please review!!