Disclaimer: I feel like I am failing miserably at getting the right mood of Gilmore Girls. I love the show, but I don't know, I've just never wrote about it so what do I know? Please remember how sarcastic Lorelai is and I wrote most of her lines in that fashion. I don't own the show or any of it's affliants. This is just for fun as I am coming back to the world of writing fanfiction. Feedback is appreciated. This first chapter doesn't really leave a big cliffhanger but I didn't know how to end it... so it is what it is. Thanks you guys for reading.
"Who knew that something so small could be so expensive", grumped Rory. She hefted the box of diapers into her room at her mom's.
She was barely three months pregnant, but after Lorelai's wedding, Lorelai had gone into full blown take charge mode and wanted to be uber prepared for the upcoming baby.
"I do", Lorelai said as she plopped onto the bed with a bowl full of popcorn.
Popcorn fell onto the bed. "You're picking that up," said Rory,ever the mother.
Her mother in turn stuck her tongue out.
" I just don't get why we can't order all this online like all the other pregnant women in the twenty first century do". Rory pushed the three millionth box of diapers across the floor of her room.
Luke came into the room then, a little out of breath. " Is everything okay? I heard a loud noise. Rory should you really be carrying that? Sit down". He led her to her new rocking chair to sit.
Rory cast an exasgerrated look to Lorelai.
Lorelai only continued to toss popcorn in her mouth. " Yeah, Rory. When I was pregnanat with you, I didn't lift a finger". She held her hand to her head in full Southern belle fashion. " The maids did everything to me", She said in her best Scarlett O'hara voice.
Luke threw her a pointed look. " All the books say that rest is the most important in the first trimester". He passed Rory a water bottle. "Drink this. You need to stay hydrated".
Lorelai felt around for the fallen popcorn on the bed and shoved them in her mouth as she said, "Yes, Rory, listen to the all knowing Doctor Luke Danes".
Luke chose to ignore her continued sarcasm as he patiently watched Rory take a sip of the water and continued to watch until she had a good three sips. He nodded and stood back up again.
"I'm fine", said Rory.
Her mom was careless compared to Luke's preparation that would have put the alamo*** to shame.
Rory had told him that she was pregnant several days after the wedding. He had stood with his back against the stove for a minute, still processing the news. Then he had rushed out the kitchen door with barely a "I'll be back and had returned several hours later with a high stack of books,several hamburgers, and an even higher stack of his diner made French fries.
He sat with Lorelai and Rory as Rory explained what she had already decided and gone over with her mom. She was keeping the baby.
She wasn't sure who the father of the baby was but it hardly mattered. Rory had thought her mother, of all people, would understand, but the look in her eyes made Rory wonder differently. She would have to tell her dad sometime and she wondered if he would side with Lorelai as well. Luke was fully convinced that Rory should raise the baby in her childhood home, with the help of Luke and Lorelai, after all, Lorelai had single handedly raised the smartest, brightest journalist.
Rory smiled at the unwavering support of her stepfather. He had always been like this since he had first entered her life.
He grabbed a pen and pad and began to make a list of the things that they needed to buy. "We'll need a crib, and bottles, and milk". He thought outloud as he wrote. "No," he said, scribbling out that last one. "You'll supply that".
Lorelai's eyes lit up as she spoke. "What if it's one of those alien babies that has tentacles and spews out ooze when it cries".
"Lorelai, be serious," Luke said harshly. He could be rude when Lorelai was joking in the most serious of moments.
Rory took a deep breath. " I want to do this myself. I know you both want to help but this is my responsibility and I will take care of it".
Lorelai's head swiveled, suddenly serious. " You're acting like it's some moldy sushi that needs to be taken out of the fridge and thrown away. This is a human being that you and some guy created. You will be "taking care of it" (insert air quotes") for the next eighteen plus years!"
Rory had long known that this conversation was coming but she was still wanting to avoid it. They had six more months before the baby would be here, which was plenty enough time to hear one of Lorelai's lectures and she rather wanted to wait.
