I'm sneaking this one in before my soccer game.
Thanks for the nice reviews! And Squiddrude, that's exactly how the uniform was in my old school. I know how you feel.
Disclaimer- Yadda, yadda, yadda. You know the drill by now. It's not mine, I just borrowed ASP/DR's toys from the sandbox (just a little dirty…).
Part THREE!
Luke had ran two miles straight and then stopped back by the rest of the track team. He picked up his water bottle and drank half, pouring the other half onto his sweaty head. All the other runners were gushing over his latest time and chattering about Clifton Regional's Cross Country team. After about another hour of running, Luke finally got to go home. He showered and went down to work the counter again.
As he was working, he spotted the girl's mother walking down the sidewalk strangely. She once again had on large sunglasses and a headscarf, and was covering her face with her hand. Way to be inconspicuous, lady, Luke thought bluntly, rolling his eyes. But he craned his neck to see her. He watched her walk down the street out of curiosity, wondering where the hell she was going, especially in that crazy get-up.
Then he went back to work, his mind clogged with possible scenarios about why that woman was there.
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Lorelai sat on the cold bleachers of the high school football field. She had tossed on a big school sweatshirt to fight off the early autumn chill in the air. She paired that with the special maternity jeans she had picked up on the way home from school, jeans that actually fit, and hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail that her mother had insisted she let one of the housekeepers do for her, complete with 2 school-colored ribbons around it. She waited for Christopher to return with her coffee and a big soft pretzel for them to share.
He came back and within 15 minutes the cheerleaders came bounding out onto the field. They did complicated stunts (one of which dropped completely to the ground). The cheerleaders, of course, received some mocking from Lorelai ("Of course, fattie's on the bottom of the pyramid", "Ooh, that one's gonna hurt tomorrow", "Could that uniform be any tighter?" " Is that the one nailing the quarterback? No, that one…or is it that one? Nope, I think it might be that one."). Then they were followed by the football team who, though extremely stupid, looked really good in the tight pants.
After the game had been going on for about 20 minutes, Lorelai grabbed Christopher's hand. She pulled her behind him, down the many layers of the bleachers. They went underneath the bleachers, among all the couples making out.
"Ooh, Miss Gilmore, you always were the straight-forward type," Chris said, raising his eyebrows.
"That's not why we're here. I need to talk to you," She replied.
"Well we're talking…" He said.
"Don't be an ass…Look, have you noticed anything different about me?" She asked.
"Uhh, not really. And don't get pissed at me if it's something like the fact that you switched juices at lunchtime, I told you, guys don't notice this stuff!" He replied, in his defense.
"It's not that…You haven't noticed that I, uh, look different?" She asked.
"Nope," He shrugged.
"I'm getting fat, Chris!" She cried bluntly. "Look, I'm pregnant."
She breathed a sigh of relief, now it was time for the reaction.
"Pregnant?" He asked. "You serious?"
"Look, Chris, I know it'll be a cold day in Hell when I stop joking around, but I am not kidding about being pregnant," Lorelai replied.
"Okay," Chris sighed deeply.
"So what now?" She asked.
"Well, I'm with you all the way, I promise," Chris replied, taking her hand and kissing her forehead.
Author's Note- No, I don't support Chris/Lorelai, but that's what's going on at the time of this fic, and L/L don't really even know each other yet. I might post later today, but I'm not too sure yet. I usually like to be pretty ahead of myself and have at least the 2 next chapters already typed up on the computer (I've written up to Part 5 by now). Mini-spoiler Alert! Next Chapter: Luke & Lorelai actually meet!
