Written In The Stars II
By Gilmoregirl1979 (the reigning Quote Queen)
Provider of Quality Fan Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN! Once again, I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue.
R/R: yes please I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)
Summary/ the Q: What if they did the show… MY WAY (Like Frank!)
Luvz: Miss you, because you are multifaceted abnormal and my strange passions aren't the same without you.
FEATURED BETA: Localizy: Who was really busy going to funerals and watching Lost, McSteamy, and Studio 60 all while attempting to comfort friends. Sorry this took so long.
A/N: This is a True Story: MY SISTER RECORDED the season 7 premiere of GG, thinking I would maybe, one day could stomach watching it (silly girl)...and her DVD Recorder's hard drive crashed as a result!
That's how bad it must have been!
Thank God I saved my self the headache!
A/N:
First off, those who reviewed chapter one…THANK YOU!
Next, those who have sworn off the show as well: I LOVE YOU! That is the only statement we can make, hit em in the ratings, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Maybe then they will get a clue.(HEY write that TV guide dude as well! He is supposed to be our ambassador after all!)
I've got to GO
Find another direction
I've got to go
I want to get your attention
I am so sorry that it went this way
I just can't hold on anymore
The feelings gone I must move on
There's nothing left worth fighting for…
Lastly, You all have to have a little patience and STOP HACKING INTO MY COMPUTER! You hear me, NO PEEKING! You are my crack whores and I love you, but please, Chapter one was laying a foundation, and here we begin to peel away the layers of the onion… er um parfait… everybody loves parfaits! The Quote Queen strikes again!
Here is the major element a lot of you wanted in the last chapter; again, as part of my brilliant now ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-page plan… (my beta can beta only so fast…sorry!)
ENJOY!
To my minions, your marching orders: Join the resistance; turn off your TV, write complaints to Ausiello, READ FAN FICTION INSTEAD! Spread the word humming bird (oh I did it again!)
PS. DAD equals Luke
Okay you are ready now…
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Chapter 2:
Babies On The Brain
Lorelai was in bed at 4:15 in the afternoon with her husband, Luke. "You know what I truly love about our marriage?" she grinned stroking the arm at her waist.
"All the burgers and chili cheese fries you can eat?" Luke asked, huddled up as close as he could to her naked body.
"Hmm, that is a close second," she conceded, "but no. I love that I can convince you to come home to make love to me in the middle of the afternoon," she sighed with satisfaction.
Luke defended himself and his hormones, "You said you were ovulating!"
"Aw, baby, you know I'd say anything to get you into bed," Lorelai dismissed and settled into her pillow.
Even after three years of marriage, sometimes Luke still had trouble gauging when Lorelai was kidding, "So you weren't ovulating?"
No, I was," she smiled and patted his arm, "and I got you to say 'ovulating' twice…SO HA!"
Lorelai had been apprehensive about having another baby back when she and Luke were dating and she thought she may have been pregnant. She was afraid that Luke would all of a sudden cut and run like Christopher, Rory's biological father had, and that she would have to raise another child all on her own again. However, Luke made it clear that he was open to kids, as in more than one, and open to marriage, as in committed to Lorelai and Rory for a lifetime. He was in love with Lorelai and Rory and wanted them as his family since they had accepted him into their family long before he filed to adopt Rory. However, this open honesty temporarily sent Lorelai into a commitment phobia tailspin and she begged Luke not to rush things or plan too far ahead. Lorelai didn't want either of them to be hurt or disappointed if one of them couldn't follow through with expectations. She didn't want to get their hopes up only when the moment came Luke wouldn't step up. They took baby steps in their relationship.
However, Luke exceeded expectations. Luke waited patiently for what he wanted and respected Lorelai's wish to start on birth control until she was ready for another child. In the mean time, they had moved in together, he had met her parents, and then finally, after a year of dating, he proposed and they got married. When the honeymooners returned to their Stars Hollow routine, settling in as a real, legally bound family, Luke still didn't press the issue of kids, for which Lorelai was thankful.
After three years of marriage, the family had really cemented. As Lorelai observed hours after their wedding, nothing really changed. Rory was already used to Luke, loved him and adapted well to life with a legal, loving father. Lorelai and Luke were in love and continued going to each with their problems and jokes.
On their third wedding anniversary in July, Lorelai told Luke she was ready to expand their family. As her anniversary present, she gave him a pregnancy test, with a note, "Do you want to help me pass my test?" Luke looked up at his wife understanding her clever message. He took her in his arms and kissed her, and they started immediately. Lorelai replaced her birth control with prenatal vitamins, they made doctor's appointments, and the trials, like that afternoon, had begun.
"Do you think I'm pregnant yet?" she asked Luke.
"Well, give it a minute," Luke teased.
Staring up at the ceiling, Lorelai sighed happily at the thought, "We're really going to have a baby, after all this time."
"Took you long enough," Luke smiled from his side of the pillow they were sharing.
"Hey, adding another person to the planet is serious business and there was Rory to consider."
"Rory was the first one to bring it up."
"Aw, she only wanted someone to play with. She just didn't realize it would be a few years before she could really play with the baby, since she hadn't been really exposed to babies before." Then Lorelai began to worry, "What if I can't get pregnant? What if I'm too old?" She turned to her husband for comfort.
"You are not too old," Luke eased.
Lorelai gulped, "What if I'm barren?"
"You had Rory, you are not barren," Luke soothed again.
"But that was in high school," Lorelai disputed. "Girls got pregnant just by sneezing…"
"I highly doubt that." Luke smiled across the pillow at his wife, happy she wanted this as much as he did, that she wanted it enough to start worrying about it.
"Luke, what if I used up all my eggs? I mean I complain a lot during my periods… maybe I made them mad? And I'm not as spry as I used to be…"
"You are spry enough…"
Lorelai smiled briefly, "Dirty."
"Will you relax?" Luke gave her a squeeze in his arms.
"Luke?" Lorelai knew how much he hated doctors, but had to ask, "What if we need … professional help?"
"We won't need professional help," he dismissed.
"How do you know? How many kids have you fathered!"
"None. Look, I just want you to calm down and relax. We've only been trying for a few months, and the doctor said the pill may still be in your system."
"Two months later?" she scoffed.
"Lorelai? Please. Just relax," Luke soothed and decided to help her along by kissing her up her neck.
"Hmm, Luke."
Just as the relaxation technique was taking hold on Lorelai Rory burst into her parents' room. "Hey mom, I…" she immediately cringed. "Aw Jeez, people!" she cried, averting her eyes toward the ceiling.
"Have you ever heard of knocking on a married woman's door?" Lorelai reasoned, thankful they were at least under the covers and that they had concluded their activity. "There was a reason it was closed you know."
"Jeez, Dad! Put a sock on the doorknob or something!" Rory frantically covered her eyes, and left to go back downstairs, mortified.
Lorelai propped her self up on her elbows and called after her first born, "We're only tying to make you a big sister."
"The sun's not even down yet!" Rory shouted back from halfway down the staircase.
"You better be nicer to her if you expect her to baby sit," Luke suggested, "We better get dressed; I gotta make my girls dinner."
"Hey I have a request for dinner, cook naked," clinging to her husband to keep him close.
"I don't think Rory would like that."
"I would like that," Lorelai kissed his behind his ear.
"No."
"Damn," she teased.
"MOM!" Rory called up stairs again. "If you are quite finished, I need to talk to you, please."
Lorelai sighed, "Duty calls…"
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Rory eyed her Lorelai as she entered the kitchen only wearing her dressing robe. Rory emphatically informed Lorelai, "While I appreciate the fact that my parents love each other so very much, don't you think you guys are taking that whole 'go forth and multiply' a little too literally."
"Hey, we actually have to start producing in order for you to start complaining about us multiplying. Besides, we are only doing what you your self asked for. You said and I quote," Lorelai adopted a mousy voice for the quote, "'I want a baby in the house'."
"Yeah for Christmas and I was like… thirteen. Besides, you are only now getting around to it. Thank God I didn't assign you the cure for cancer."
"Honey, Luke and I are finally ready, both ready… at the same time. Do you know how big that is?"
"I know and that's… great." Rory made another face, "But do you have to … you know … here? Why not at the inn?"
"Cause it's not that kind of Inn and I don't want to get fired?"
"You can't get fired, you're the boss."
"Well, I'd like to respect myself in the morning and Mia is the boss-boss."
"If it meant a baby for you and Dad, and my own mental well being, I'm sure she would be all for it," Rory exclaimed.
"Please, I already have trouble walking down the street with Miss Patty wanting progress reports I don't need a woman who became like a mother to me to know what I'm doing too."
"But it's just…. GAH!" Rory shuttered.
"Would you rather I gave you a heads up?"
"God! NO! I just don't want to, you know, walk in the room... or be in the same house, or the state... I'm getting my passport as we speak..."
"Rory this is the first time in a month you've seen anything out of the ordinary. Honey, honestly what did you think Luke and I did all these years before 'the Film' stole your innocence?"
"Hey, how about we switch to a new topic; there is a conversation I would actually like to have with my mother."
"Okay?" Lorelai was still finding her daughter amusing for thinking a marriage she pulled so hard for as a kid was now just gross, sweet but gross.
"Have you heard from Chilton yet?" Rory's attempt to hold in her excitement was not successful, she sucked in a breath in anticipation of her mother's answer.
Unfortunately, Lorelai still had no news from the exclusive private school they were trying to get Rory into, "No, not yet… any day I'm sure…"
"Okay," Rory was naturally disappointed, she never had been disappointed by a first day of school in Stars Hollow before, but they were talking about Chilton. When the Danes hadn't heard from the elite school in the first half of August, they sighed, shrugged, and prepared Rory for another year at Stars Hollow High, yet kept the writing campaign to Chilton up. However, Rory's resilience pressed on, "Well, I guess that means I've still got a math test to study for."
"A test? Already?"
"Got to hit the ground running," Rory went to her room to escape the lovebirds, "and put some clothes on before dinner, will ya?"
"Spoil all of mommy's fun why don't ya!"
Luke entered the kitchen, noticing Rory's closed door. "She okay?" hoping he hadn't scarred his daughter.
"Chilton, again."
"Ahh," Luke understood completely, he knew how all their hearts were set on an Ivy League School for Rory, specifically Harvard, and Chilton would get her one step closer to the notice of the admissions office. "I think I'll make that coconut breaded chicken tonight."
Lorelai narrowed her eyes, "Luke?"
"What?"
"That's her favorite. You know that's her favorite."
"So?" he shrugged. "Maybe I'll make the asparagus too."
Lorelai rolled her eyes, almost appalled there was asparagus readily available in her house, "And you say I spoil her."
"Will you just go put some clothes on before dinner," her husband shot back.
"Like father, like daughter," Lorelai shook her head.
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Lorelai was in the kitchen of the Independence Inn and pouting. She was waiting for her weekly lunch date with Luke. When they first got married, they started a weekly lunch date, alternating between eating at the diner and the inn, along with continuing to go out on real dates, never stop romancing as Mia had advised Luke on the day of his wedding.
Lorelai was too busy thinking about babies to think of any whimsical anecdotes or stories her husband may have missed as she waited from him to show. Sookie was concerned for the sad expression her friend wore. "What's wrong? Still no luck with the busy bees?"
"The bees are fine; it's producing honey that's the problem." Lorelai said, with her chin resting on her hand, "Man, I want to be pregnant already."
Sookie chimed in, as she was passing by, "What if you tried Yoga again? To relax."
"The last time I tried yoga I broke my leg. I'd like my baby to come out alive, thank you very much."
"Okay," Sookie held up her hands in surrender.
Lorelai had to momentarily laugh at the memory, "Remember Luke carrying me up and down the stairs because I refused to put any weight on my cast for fear it would break."
"Yeah, he didn't like that too much."
"God, this is so … frustrating…" Lorelai slammed the island of the kitchen, "I mean, what's the point of me following Luke's healthy diet to have a baby if I'm not getting pregnant."
"Well, it doesn't help that you cheat whenever you can," Sookie pointed out.
"Oh, sure throw that in my face, besides, you're an accomplice. Jeez, the last time I wasn't really, you know, trying to get pregnant, it just sort of happened and now that I'm older and I really want it, it's too hard? How is that fair! What? Have I been on the pill too long? Has my system mutated into making its own birth control?"
"Lorelai, you need to stop obsessing over it, stress can make it even harder…"
Lorelai slumped and rested her chin on her hand again. "Oh, you've been talking to Luke," Lorelai knew it was true as she scowled at her friend.
"Well, he likes to check up on you, he cares. That's one attentive husband you have there," Sookie said wistfully.
Lorelai knew Sookie wanted that for herself one day, someone to be a companion, her perfect match. "You'll have that too."
"Ha, right," Sookie said lightly. "Me, find a husband so in love with me he will carry me up and down the stairs when I break my leg. I can't even remember my last date or the last time I broke my leg."
"March 31, 1998, for the leg, remember I signed your cast and then you signed mine," Lorelai supplied. "No rush, no hurry, Sook. It took me 10 years to find a Luke."
"10 years, that's encouraging," Sookie shot back glumly.
"And now we are married and trying for a baby. It will happen, Sook, I promise."
"Hey, we went like a full two minutes without talking about… you know…"
"What?"
"You know… having a baby?" Sookie lowered her voice so the whispered reference wouldn't count.
"Aw yeah," Lorelai realized.
"That's what you gotta do," Sookie pointed in Lorelai's face with her finger. "Keep your mind off it…"
"Just not think about it," Lorelai confirmed.
"One day I'll find my man…"
"…and one day, maybe I'll have another baby with my amazing husband." Lorelai finished.
"One day we will open up our own Inn, with all our respective kids running around it, but for now, there are other things to focus on," Sookie added.
"Right, just put it out of our heads," Lorelai agreed.
Jackson arrived with Sookie's order from the back door and soon they were fighting and bickering, similar to the bickering of Luke and Lorelai, over the quality of his cumquats.
Then Luke came into the kitchen, "Hey, you ready? I've got an hour."
Just like that, the mere sight of Luke, the future father of her future children, brought all the baby thoughts back. "Yes," she said shyly, wondering what they could do with that hour.
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In the dining room of the Inn, Luke knew Lorelai was preoccupied. "Lorelai, come on the point of lunch is to eat," Luke encouraged.
"I know. I just…" she poked at the grape tomatoes, Sookie thoughtfully put on her salad. "I wish I was pregnant already. What's the point of eating this healthy food you put me on if it doesn't help." Lorelai started thinking about Sookie's words about Luke. "Luke?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I obsessing? You know about our thing?"
Luke seemed hesitant to answer the question and focused on eating his salad.
"Luke, have I?"
"Well, umm, while I want it as much as you do and, well, I like doing 'that' with you, it does seem that every conversation we have lately ends up there."
"Okay well, we are trying to do this together…"
"Well, yeah of course, but you're putting too much pressure on yourself," he squeezed her hand across the table. "Okay, it takes two to tango," he didn't want it to sound like a lecture, "just… eat right, exercise, relax and it will happen."
"Maybe," Lorelai shrugged, knowing that was always her husband's advice. "But I haven't been meeting you at the door like Edwina McDunnough have I?"
Again, Luke didn't speak right away.
"Luke? Have I?"
"Well, the other day… you know… you called at the diner… begged me to come home."
"Well, the test said I was ovulating!"
Luke checked around to see if anyone was staring at them yet, "Lorelai, I really don't want to discuss this here… people can hear us…"
"Well, apparently that's all I talk about," she said bitterly.
"Lorelai, I didn't mean to upset you. You asked me a question and I answered honestly…"
Lorelai didn't speak for a few minutes to calm herself down. "I know, I know, I'm sorry Luke, really. We've got enough on our plate; trying to get Rory into Chilton, work, renovating the house if…" she stopped herself again, "if we succeed. You're right… it will happen…we will just stop talking about it… for now… it just kind of depresses me."
"Sure, for now. So umm, speaking of which, any word from Chilton?" Luke tried to change the subject.
That was the other subject she was tired of hearing about from her daughter and Lorelai sighed. "Not yet," she said as she picked up her fork deciding to eat her salad rather than talk any further.
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A few days later, Rory came home from school, surviving her math test, but noticed her sulking mother on the couch as soon as she entered the house, "Mom?"
"Oh hey," Lorelai sniffled cheerfully as she tried to hide the fact that she had been crying, but she couldn't fool Rory.
"Where's Dad?"
"It's his night to close, you know." Lorelai had to laugh, "Its Ben's Anniversary."
"What is it?" Rory sat with her mother on the couch.
"20 years with his wife. That's a big deal so Luke thought he should have the night off."
"No, I meant what's bothering you?"
"Aw you know," Lorelai started to tear up again. "Captain Blood is in my port, so that means," she sighed, "I'm not pregnant," wondering if she messed up the test the other day that told her she was prime for fertilization.
"Mom, you're obsessing again."
"Jeez, does everyone know that? Luke says I have a blabber mouth," she sardonically observed.
"All the books and magazines you asked me to get for you the last few months have been about one thing; Parenting magazines, pregnancy books. Plus with the family talk we had in July, I kind of figured you had babies on the brain."
"It's just I was so excited. You know when I told Luke I was ready, the planning and plotting to come up with just the right way to tell him, help me pass my test… and then he was so excited."
"Yeah, I could tell," Rory said sarcastically, recalling the awkward first month of her parents "trying". That first month of walking in the living room to find them making out on the couch or of them taking too long in the bathroom… together.
"And now, well, the whole town knows about us wanting a baby and is excited at the mere possibility. Miss Patty constantly asking 'how we doing?' in that suggestive tone of hers and now I just feel like everyone is watching and there is all this pressure is on me to get pregnant, not just for me and Luke but for the entire town. And I can't get pregnant and I feel like a huge failure, like I'm letting Luke down somehow."
"Mom, you are putting too much of this on yourself. Stress can make it harder."
"I know that, God don't you think I know that!" Lorelai snapped. "You sound just like Luke and Sookie."
"Well, we are all worried about you… you've had a one track mind for weeks," Rory scooted closer to her mother and hugged her. "Last week you said you weren't gonna think about it. Remember, you said not to bring it up, it would happen when it happens, nature would take its course. Mom, what set you off like this?"
"I told you, Captain Blood…"
"Yeah, yeah, okay so what else…"
Lorelai hesitantly revealed, "Carly came in today."
"Aw no," Rory now knew the Inn's former concierge and her little four year old had inadvertently brought all the baby thoughts back to Lorelai.
Lorelai turned wistful again, "She brought little Ann with her and she's just so cute and inquisitive, running around the Inn. She reminded me of you at that age with her little curls and everything. I remember when she was first born and Carly brought her in for a visit when she was only a few months old."
"I remember," Rory soothed.
"Yeah," Lorelai laughed mirthlessly. "Well, what you don't know is back then I thought I was pregnant."
"What?" Rory was genuinely surprised by the secret history.
"It was a false alarm," Lorelai dismissed quickly, "but I took the possibility for granted then, I took Luke for granted. He was fine with the idea, but I was so scared of adding another person to our already complicated situation. I didn't want history to repeat itself and have Luke cut and run on me."
"Aw, mom, Dad would never do that, he loves you. Why didn't you tell me about this back then?"
"It was still early in our relationship and well, we didn't see any sense getting your hopes up," Lorelai sniffled again. "Now look at me, wanting it more than anything and it just won't happen. I mean today I was playing with little Ann and then I started thinking about that missed chance before, about what a great baby you were and what a fantastic job I did on my own," Lorelai chuckled with mock humility and tears. "Imagine, how wonderful the baby will be this time around with Luke there to help. I can see a baby with my charm and your father's steadfastness, our combined powers of sarcastic, dry humor. God, it would be such a great kid. I want him or her here, tomorrow, now, this instant."
Rory smoothed her mother's hair, "Mom, why don't you lie down, I'll make you some coffee."
"No, no coffee, I haven't had any all day," Lorelai grumbled, "For real this time."
"None all day?" Rory now knew this was serious.
"Well, what if that's what's been holding me back? You know Luke has been trying to get me to give it up during our trials," Lorelai worded delicately, "and frankly I have been cheating, I'm unsupervised all day at the inn, what if this is my fault?"
"Mom, this is not your fault."
"How do you know?"
"Mom, do you have a headache?"
"Yes," Lorelai admitted.
"You have your period and the caffeine withdrawal on top of it, that's why you aren't thinking clearly, that is why you feel so awful. Besides, it's coffee, a legal addictive stimulant, not birth control…"
"Ha, if that were true I'd be barren, Oh God what if I'm barren?"
"Mom stop, go lie down, I will bring you some tea, it will relax you."
"Tea?" Lorelai grimaced.
"Yes, peppermint tea," Rory made it sound enticing.
"That does sound good, and I have to admit you guys have made me curious. It's not going to taste like twigs in water is it?"
"It will be minty and happy, like a peppermint stick, I promise. I'll even put lots of honey in it for you. Now upstairs…" Rory pointed.
Lorelai sighed and went up to her room to rest.
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Luke came home surprised to find the living room so dim, "Lorelai?"
"Dad?" Rory called from the kitchen.
"Rory? It's a school night. Aren't you usually in bed by now?"
"Mom's wigging again."
"What?"
"She's got babies on the brain still, I did my best to calm her down but I thought I should warn you. She thinks it's her fault. You know, that she's not getting pregnant."
Luke knew her silence on the subject couldn't have lasted long, especially since they wanted it so much. "Did she mention doctors? Or professional help?"
"I think I cut off her just short of that."
Luke sighed, concerned for his wife. They had been so happy the last few years, the three of them as a family and then Lorelai announced she was ready to expand that family, ready for more kids just around the anniversary of her first pregnancy scare back when they were dating, a few weeks after July Fourth.
"Dad, another doctor's visit might put her mind at ease."
"We went months ago…"
"For a check up, not to see if there were any, you know, problems," Rory said, attempting to be sensible.
"Well, isn't that the point of the check up," Luke grumbled, "they couldn't have been good doctors if they missed something."
"Dad, I know you hate doctors, but this is for the greater good, this is to get what you both want."
"I know… I know," Luke leaned on the kitchen table. "I'll talk to her. Thanks."
Not knowing what else to say, Rory kissed Luke on the cheek, "Night."
"Night."
When Luke got up to the bedroom, he found Lorelai conked out, finally still, finally relaxed as if she didn't have a care in the world. Luke smiled at his wife and at the half-finished cup of tea. Luke adjusted the blanket over her and discovered a book hiding beneath the covers.
A book simply titled How to Get Pregnant. Luke sighed at the cover and saw his beautiful, determined wife, still trying to get what they both wanted on her own. He put the book on her nightstand and changed for bed. He crawled under the covers with his wife and was content to spoon with her, figuring a "night off" would do them both good, since Lorelai needed to rest and Luke needed to come to terms with inevitable doctor's appointments.
The truth was Luke was worried, too. Luke was scared, not that it would be Lorelai's fault, but was wondering if maybe he was the problem and the effect that may have on his ego and family. He had never had to father a kid before, he didn't know if the male equipment could go bad some how.
Lorelai stirred, "Hmmm, Luke?"
"Nope, it's just me, Jack the Ripper, because you girls didn't lock the door again," he whispered playfully.
"Hi Jack," Lorelai yawned, settling against her husband's body better. "Hmm, love you."
"I love you, too," Luke said, moving a strand of hair out of her face and settling beside her again. Luke had been always able to give Lorelai and Rory what they wanted before, but he wasn't sure what to do if there was something wrong with either of them and they couldn't have a child.
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A/N: I know my pets, the show sucks now… (my sister keeps me informed)
QUOTE: Times are hard for Dreamers
Join the resistance, turn off your tv, write Ausiello, read fan fiction.
A/N: since this new story idea was "conceived", the opening scene was the first one I wrote in reference to this story. I was going to open this story with this scene, but felt some background and exposition was necessary. So please, enjoy the banter.
A/N: EXCHANGE OF THE CHAPTER!
Luke defended himself and his hormones, "You said you were ovulating…"
"Aw, baby, you know I'd say anything to get you into bed," Lorelai dismissed and settled into her pillow.
Even after almost three years of marriage and Luke still had trouble gauging when she was kidding, "So you weren't ovulating?"
"No, I was" she smiled.
AND
"Do you think I'm pregnant yet?" she asked Luke.
"Well, give it a minute," Luke teased.
A/N: name that movie! Edwina McDunnough
a/N: to POD Lorelai
The Ancient Booer: Boo. Boo. Boo.
Buttercup: Why do you do this?
The Ancient Booer: Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up.
Buttercup: But they would have killed Westley if I hadn't done it.
The Ancient Booer: Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you NON POD Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity, ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) At least one specific thing you liked
Please! It makes me feel good...inside (Dirty!)
Hence the Rant option below.
Insert Rant here V
A/N: if not completely satisfied with this chapter, please return unused portion for a full refund...