To Bella
** ok so I'm writing this other story called The Good and The Bad but I haven't been able to update and while I was having a writer's block for that story I came up with this one its complete so I will try to upload it all at once**
Lorelai is on the couch crying with a pillow clutched to her stomach holding the pregnancy test. The test that told her she was once again pregnant. The test that told her you are so close yet so far away, and even though it mocked her she held on to it for dear life. The tears were no stranger to her eyes or face she had cried herself to sleep ever since they "postponed" the wedding. She hated this new her, the wonder woman she had made everyone believe she was, the wonder woman she had made herself believe she was, was gone. Then she thought maybe the woman she was now had always been her.
She put the pillow on the couch and walked upstairs into "their" bedroom and she went to the back of "their "closet and she pulled out two books. One was a beige color that seemed that it had once been white but had turned beige over time, the other one was a pearl color and was still in the box it had come in. She opened the beige one and on the first page was a pregnancy test with a pink line strip that meant positive. On top of the test it said "Lorelai Leigh Gilmore" and on the bottom it said "April, 14, 1984". Lorelai had always told everyone including Rory that she had named her after herself once the Demerol had kicked in, but the truth was that she had always planned to name her Lorelai, and the reason behind it was that she hoped her daughter would erase some of the bad memories her name had brought to her parents and replace them with good ones, a new and improved Lorelai and it had worked for the most part.
She looked through it quickly she passed the first ultrasound then the rest week per week and it ended with Rory's name card both of their hospital bracelets and the hat they gave her at the hospital. She sighed and opened the new one, ands he remembered how excited Luke had been when she told him what it was for. She laughed a pity laugh at how ironic her life had turned out to be. She opened the book to the first page out the new pregnancy test in it then wrote "Isabella Victoria Danes April 5, 2006". She was angry; angry at herself for letting this happen again, for believing it would be right this time.
She closed the book put them both next to her on the bed and cried herself to sleep again.
** I know its short bt the story gets better..let me know what you think**