A/N: I hope you like this story. I know that I didn't say who the husband was, and I am going to tell you in the later chapters, but I think that you will get it in this chapter… maybe, if you are really smart. But otherwise, just wait… I have a plan for this story.

Tickledpink22: my favorite reviewer for my last story's chapter. You made me laugh.

Summary: Future fic. Rory has a kid, who is 14 now. The father left before it was ever born. How's her live? And who, exactly, is the father? Sequel to Somewhere Only We Know.

Takes place: when Rory is 31 and her kid is 14.

Alteration: Rory has glasses.

Disclaimer: Um, you know the drill. I don't want to bore you.

Rating: PG-13 for now, but will boost up to R after a few chapters.

Chapter 1: Politik

A pillow fell on top of her head. This was the beginning of her day.

"Mom, get up!" someone shouted from inside the room.

She rolled over, trying to wish that they would just go away… another pillow.

She sat up with sleepy eyes. "You're a teenager, why are you up at-," she looked at her digital clock by her bed, "-7 in the morning…?"

The boy started to walk away and shouting, "It's a school day," over his shoulder.

Rory sat up and looked around her room, thinking how on earth she could clean it up. When she figured that there was no point, she put on her glasses and entered the only bathroom in the house to take a shower.

"Rhett!" she shouted from inside the locked room, dripping wet.

"What Mom?" He asked, outside the door.

"Did you do the wash?"

"Um… Yeah!"

"Then get me a towel."

Rhett knocked on the door, a black towel in hand, waiting for his mother to open it. When she did, she stuck a hand out and grabbed it, not exposing anything other than her arm.

"Thanks, Babe," she answered and started to dry herself off.

Later

"I've got to get going. Are you ready?" Rory asked, watching him run around getting ready for school.

"Yeah, just a second." He walked around and then, "Have you seen my pen?"

"What pen?"

"My good one… the one that writes." He didn't use any sarcasm.

"Oh, I think you left it on the kitchen counter."

"Why would I have left it there?"

"Well, you were making me dinner last night and doing the rest of you homework at the same time, remember?"

Rhett looked up at the ceiling trying to remember the Wednesday night before. He suddenly rushed to the kitchen and came back, a black pen in hand.

"Let's go," he said as he ushered her out the door.

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"Okay, so what do you guys think Rand meant by this chapter?" Rory asked her class as she paced the front of the class, looking for answers.

"Maybe that Tresley didn't want to love her, but he couldn't help it."

"Yes," she said with emphasis, "Does anyone want to add to that?"

A hand rose.

"Yes? In the back?"

"I think he just wanted us to know that this girl is taking hold of him. Just like every girl do to us guys."

Rory looked at him with confused eyes. "Are you saying girls just want to wrap you around their fingers? And that's it?"

"Well, kind of. I meant that-"

"I can protest that if we heard from the girls, we go out with men because we like them, not just to have them."

The girls replied with a strait, "Yeah."

But some of the boys had complaints. "Then why do you just go and flirt with other guys when you just broke up with us?"

The bell rang. "We will take this topic up tomorrow. I'm eager to see what you think. You are dismissed."

The 30-something kids exited the classroom, as a few entered as well and sat at the desks of their choice.

The rest came in at various times and groups, waiting for the bell to ring. And it did.

"How was everybody's after noon yesterday?"

The class responded with some diverse answers. She pushed her glasses up and walked around a bit.

"Well, that's good for the most part. Today, we are going to read more of Ayn Rand and then next period, we are going to look at some more Latin roots. But last block, we kind of stuck with Rand throughout and decided that tomorrow we would go the whole time with foreign language. Now, I'm giving you that chance also. What do you want to do?"

The class shouted out some answers, and most of them seemed the same.

"Okay, tomorrow, we will dedicate the whole day to Spain and France."

They took out their assigned books and looked back up to Rory. "Please turn to where we left off yesterday, page 74."

As they flipped to the proper page, so did Rory, putting her glasses to the top of her head so she could read. "Now, Melody, start."

As Melody read, the class followed. Rory had interrupted her a few paragraphs in. "What is Lauren doing to Tresley?"

Dulcey raised her hand and Rory called on her. "She's asking him to wash her car. And Lauren, being who she is, knows that no one can… say no to her."

"Good, Dulce. Justin, read."

He read on.

Later

"Mom?" Rhett asked as he entered Rory's classroom, when the bell rang.

"Yes, sweets?"

"Where are you?"

"Over by the cabinet."

He looked around, and then found her.

"What do you need," she asked as she looked up at him from her position on the floor.

"Money. I forgot to make my lunch."

"In my purse." She pointed as he followed her finger to her wallet and pulled out a few one dollar bills.

"Did you get your test back in Mrs. Trent's class?"

He hung his head and sat next to her. "Yeah," he murmured.

"Tell me the bad news; I can take it, doctor."

"D-plus. But it's not my fault! Trent doesn't like me. And I know she doesn't like you."

"Well, that's probably why she doesn't like you."

"Why doesn't she like you?" he asked, wanting to know the real answer.

She hung her head. "Sweets, some people are a little against… pre-marital-"

"Say no more, I got it." Rhett knew that talking about what happened hurt her, but yet he probed. "You know, you've never told me what he was really like-"

"Don't," she warned through her teeth. "Don't go there."

"I know, but-"

"Rhett," she cautioned.

"Mom, I just want to know who my dad was-"

"Don't!" she got up and reprimanded him, on the floor. "Don't give him the glory of say he's your dad! Don't say anything about him. Ever. I mean it, Rhett. Never around me…. You know this."

He backed off.

Later

"Are you ready to go home, Mom?" Rhett asked at the end of the school day, the incident from the afternoon being miles away.

"Al… most," she said, distracted, looking around for something.

"What do you need?"

"My grade book; I need to correct papers tonight; I've been backed up all week."

"I think you should look into your purse."

"Why?"

"Well, you usually put things in your purse by accident. You know, the phone, papers, my homework."

"Okay, okay, I'll look," she said, grabbing her purse, "but I doubt it'll be in… oh, thanks. Let's go."

The two walked out of the classroom, Rory locking it behind her, it being 4 o'clock and closing time. While they were walking down the hallway, some students said hi to both and went on.

"Miss Gilmore," a female voice said as she fell in step with the pair. "I was wondering about the test-"

"I'm sorry, I haven't had a chance to grade them yet, but I'll do it tonight…?"

"Great, I'll check with you tomorrow."

"Kay."

"See ya, Miss Gilmore… Rhett."

"Bye," he replied.

Later

"I want to cut my hair," she said, twisting her long locks, about halfway between her shoulder and elbow.

"Well, you're the adult. Do whatever you want. How short?"

She smiled and raised her eyebrows with a mischievous smile on her face. "Short."

He looked at her wearingly. "How short?"

She pointed to where.

He shook his head with no enthusiasm. "No."

"What! I thought I 'was the adult'?"

"You won't like it. I know you."

"Well, I should hope you do."

He got up from their position on the couch. "When's his flight coming in?"

"In about an hour. I'm going to go to pick him up in a few minutes. You want to come?"

"I have homework to finish. But bring him strait here…! I haven't seen him in forever."

She stopped the movie and headed toward her room to get dressed. "Not even out for coffee?"

"No."

"But I'm 'the adult'."

"Fine. But only one cup! And I'm making what I want to make tonight."

She exited in jeans and a Batman t-shirt. "How do I look?" She twirled around for Rhett.

"Come on, Mom. You've known him for what? At least since I was born. I'm sure he'll love anything you're in."

She took her make up out of her purse and sat up on their kitchen booth, starting to put it on. "I'm so excited he's back."

"I know you are."

"Well, I'm off," she said, starting for the door.

"Remember, only one cup!" he shouted after her as she exited the house.

She looked along the airport for the familiar face. His plane had just landed, so he was to come out any second now.

She lit up when she saw his brown hair poking above the others.

"Jess!" she shouted. "Jess!"

His face snapped up and he smiled. He started to run toward her and her to him. When the got to each other, they collapsed to the ground. That's when the laughing started.

He kissed her hair. "How's my baby sister?"

"I'd hardly say I'm a baby," she stood and put her hands on her hips.

He got up as well. "That's right. More like an old cow."

"Hey!" she hit his chest playfully.

"You can't have it both ways, sweet."

She pouted. "My mother said I could be anything I wanted to be."

"You're forgetting that you're mother is insane."

She tapped her chin in mock thinking. They erupted in laughs once again.

When they stopped, she hugged him. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you more."

"… You're right," she teased.

He chuckled as he retrieved his scattered bags from the floor.

"Come on, slow poke, we only have time for one coffee, Rhett's orders."

"Well, we better go then, huh?"

"Definitely."

When the arrived to their regular place, The Coffee Bean, they immediately started to catch up on what had happened in the past three weeks. After about thirty minutes, they were still there.

"I could tell Rhett missed having you there. He's still making enough food for us three."

"I don't understand how he knows how to cook. Being your kid an all…"

"I resent that!" she slapped him again, playfully.

"You know you're horrible with anything electronic."

"I am not!"

"You almost set fire to my apartment with your flat-iron," he pointed out.

"That was an accident. And you shouldn't keep so much toilet paper in your bathroom, it's flammable."

They smiled knowingly.

"So how is your house?" he asked. He thought I'd be a pigsty within a few days without him there, cleaning up after her.

"Still small."

"Damn, I thought it'd be a mansion by now," he said sardonically.

"Don't tease me, you make me feel stupid."

"You're the regular Jessica Simpson."

"Meanie." She threw a fry at him.

"We better get going; we're way past one cup."

"I know. He's going to smell the burger salt on my breath."

He handed her coat and ushered her outside.

A/N: I worked forever to get this perfect. Not all the chapters are going to be this long, I don't think. So don't take the length for granted. I, personally, think I captured all of her and her son's lifestyles. I hope you guys liked it!

I'm so excited the first chapter is up. Review! Tell me if I should go on. I know the whole, 'Rory being pregnant, single mother' thing is very cliché, but I love writing it.

Paige