Hey! This is a completely new story that just popped into my head so I thought I'd write it down and just see what people think. Let me know what you think and if you'd like another chapter in the reviews. Enjoy!
Victoria Grace Gilmore was born at 2 minutes past midnight on the 21st of May, 2017, in the back of a car. Logan was driving wildly through the streets with Rory wailing in the back so Lorelai ended up delivering her granddaughter halfway down the interstate. She cried. So did Rory, with relief partly. Looking at that baby, Rory was sure that she would never let her go. That all changed fairly quickly.
2033
Victoria Gilmore sprints into her building of flats in West London as fast as humanely possible. Not only because it's raining but because she missed the bus (again) and now she's late. She doesn't usually mind being late but not today. Today is special. Victoria presses the call button on lift desperately.
"It's broken, Victoria darling." says Mrs Potter.
"Oh Thanks Mrs P, I'll take the stairs." says Victoria, turning and sprinting upstairs. "Tell Mr P I say hi!" She calls down afterwards.
"Happy Birthday Vicky!" says Ella, who lives on the first floor.
"Thanks Ella, talk later, I'm late."
Victoria lives on the sixth floor which she used to love when she was a little girl because when she looked out her window she thought she could see all of London and she felt on top of the world. Now, however, it's just annoying.
"Hey, Vic. Happy Birthday kid." yells Brian on the third floor. "Don't forget you owe me five pounds!"
"Can't you let me off for my birthday, Bri?"
"Ok but don't expect a gift as well."
Finally Victoria makes it to her flat and bursts in the door, dumping her bags in the hall.
"Dad, I'm home!" she calls. "I've missed you so much you have no idea! Dad?"
Victoria wanders into the kitchen and finds a note on the table that wasn't there when she left. It's written on fancy stationary from her Dad's office.
Vicky,
I'm so sorry kid but I had to run. The plane from New York was delayed so I could only stop by the flat for five minutes before my meeting and my plane to Brussels leaves tonight. It sucks because I really wanted to see you. I've got some news. I'll be back in two weeks. Lily will look after you. Don't touch the bag in the living room. It's a surprise! Be good in school. Keep your eye on the prize. Harvard, remember? Happy Birthday, Ace, I love you so much.
Dad x
