AUTHOR'S NOTE: QUESTION? HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED HOW MANY TEENAGERS GET MARRIED OR ATTEMPT TO GET MARRIED ON ABC FAMILY SHOWS? IT'S QUITE MIND BOGGLING IF YOU ASK ME. HAHA. ANYWAY I HOPE YA'LL ARE PLEASED WITH THIS CHAPTER. I SPENT A GREAT DEAL OF TIME THINKING ABOUT IT.
RATING: PG-13 IF ONLY FOR LANGUAGE
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE MAJORITY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY, BUT I DO OWN A FEW THAT PEOPLE LOVE LIKE THE FABULOUS ANNE MARIE. BUT IF I DID OWN GG SHE WOULD HAVE SO SAID YES.
CHAPTER TEN: ARE YOU SURE? I'M POSITIVE
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Pamela thought she was going to explode. She sat on her bed glaring at a photo of them when he surprised her at the Cape over the summer. How dare he not return her phone calls or answer her texts? It was bad enough that he was escorting that dumb bitch to her debutante ball, but now he was refusing to acknowledge her when he was obviously with her. She picked her pillow up and screamed into it. Her roommate Makayla didn't even flinch. Instead she just continued to read and listen to her iPod. She was used to Pamela's fits of rage. She was about call his phone for what had to have been the millionth time when suddenly it started vibrating in her hand. His name flashed across the screen. She flipped it open. "It's about time James."
James knew that she was going to mad when she answered the phone. She hated to be ignored. That still didn't make him feel like dealing with it. "I know I'm sorry. I've been busy all day. This is my first free moment."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a horrible liar? You had enough time to turn your phone off even though you'd seen that I had been trying to get a hold of you." She pointed out. It was when she realized that he'd turned his phone off that she went from being pissed to furious.
James didn't say anything. He knew there was nothing he could say to dispute her accusation.
"Silence means you know I'm right. Were you fooling around in the Range Rover? Did you let her get farther than you let me?" When they'd first started dating she'd thought that the fact that he was a virgin was adorable. She also thought it was exciting that she'd probably be able to conquer him. It seemed guys were always the conquerors. When he'd shown up at the beach looking adorable in the bright yellow Lacoste polo she'd bought him she'd thought that that he was telling her he was ready, but when she tried to consummate the relationship he said he wanted to wait. Things hadn't been the same since then.
James groaned. "No we weren't fooling around. God Pamela is that all you think about? Are you sure you're not a boy?" He knew she was unhappy with his unwillingness to do the deed. He just didn't want to become yet another name on her list.
"Well then what were you doing James? I mean for fuck's sake pictures don't take that long."
"I went to her grandparent's house for dinner if you must know."
Pamela gasped. He was always so reluctant to deal with her family. "When's the wedding?"
"Don't do that Pamela. It was just dinner."
"I bet Honor is pleased with herself. Can't you see she's manipulating you? What does it say about this girl if she has to have her brother-in-law wrangle her a date this close to her debutante's ball? I mean she must be so tragic looking."
James rolled his eyes. "We both know you've checked out her Facebook so we both know she's not tragic looking. And I explained to you that her boyfriend dumped her for another girl. As far as Honor is concerned there is no need to bring her into this discussion. She was just trying to help Gigi out."
"We both know that isn't all she's doing. She's trying to replace me. Admit it James." The first time Pamela met Honor she knew right away that the other women disliked her immensely. Honor was just too polite. Still James assured her that it didn't matter what Honor thought about her that he was the one actually dating her, whether this was actually true or not had yet to be seen.
"It doesn't matter what she's trying to do. If I've told you once I've told you a million times you're my girlfriend Pamela. Don't you trust me? I trust you even though you've actually proven that I shouldn't." James knew that little comment would push her further over the edge, but he honestly didn't give a shit.
"Fuck you James. You said you were over that. We were on a break." Pamela had a brief fling with her family's gardener while James was sailing with his family following the week school got out last year. He'd been upset with her academic performance and had decided to take a break to think. When he'd returned he discovered a hickey on her neck he hadn't given her. It had taken a lot of pleading for him to forgive her. Despite saying he was over it the fact that he was quick to bring it up suggested differently.
"Well maybe I'm not." James whispered quietly. It was true that he had tried to get over it, but try was the keyword. He tried, but didn't succeed.
Pamela sighed. "I just don't understand why you had to escort her to her debutante ball? You know how much it hurt me that no one would allow me to debut all because my family's status as new money. Is she better than me James? Is she sweeter? Does she love school? Would your parents approve?" She already knew the answer, but wanted to hear him say it.
"Honestly yes she is and they would." He knew that if he had answered any differently she would have pushed him until he told her truth. She was difficult that way. He couldn't help but think that made her a bit of a masochist.
"We're not working are we?" Her voice was soft. This was the side of her that only James could bring out. He was the only one who could make her this vulnerable.
"We haven't been for a long time Pam. I mean we seem like one of those overly dramatic couples on One Tree Hill."
She let out a small laugh. "So you swear this has nothing to do with her?"
He wanted to say that yes it had everything to do with her. Today with Gigi made him realize that this was how normal relationships came across. Most couples laughed more than they fought. Most couples didn't say fuck you nearly as much as they said I love you. But because Pamela was so vulnerable and he could hear that she was on the verge of tears he lied, "I swear. We just haven't clicked. We've been trying to make it work, but it's not something you can force."
Pamela tried ignore the feeling in her gut that said otherwise. "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive." James attempted to reassure her.
"I'm still going to hate her." Pamela admitted.
"I know."
They chatted for a few more minutes and then they hung up. James knew he had to tell Gigi about Pamela, but he also knew that he'd be able to actually act on his impulses without feeling guilty. It wasn't that he wanted Gigi to be his girlfriend as much as he wanted to explore the possibility. He groaned as he got off the bed and headed down the hall to the living room where Honor was watching Clean House with Josh. He knew she was going to be so smug when he had to admit that she was right about Gigi.
(How much do you hate me for starting the chapter with James and Pamela and not Rory? Haha.)
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Rory took a deep breath and said a quick prayer before looking at the little white stick. Her eyes bulged. She put it down on the counter and then opened the bathroom door. She found Logan standing beside their bed no longer wearing a shirt with his belt and fly undone.
"Are you okay Ace?" Logan asked worriedly. "Gigi said you weren't feeling well."
Rory nodded, but didn't say anything. For some reason she couldn't seem to find her voice.
Logan noticed just how pale she looked and crossed the room to where she was standing. "Ace what's the matter? You don't look so good."
Rory looked up at him and then she started to cry. She walked back into the bathroom and retrieved the stick. She handed it to him.
"Is this what I think it is?" Logan asked. His heart sped up. He looked at the stick and then back at her. He wasn't sure what it meant. By the looks of her tears she hadn't gotten the results she wanted. "Oh Ace its okay. Don't cry. We'll have a baby soon enough. I promise. Just don't cry."
Rory pulled back. "We are going to have a baby Logan. I'm not crying because I'm sad. I'm crying because I'm happy. It's positive. I'm pregnant. I'm actually pregnant."
Logan wasn't sure what do. He picked her up and spun her around. "Oh my god Ace you scared the shit out of me." He was so relieved that she was pregnant. He was scared that it wasn't going to happen for them. He was worried that all of his promises that they would get pregnant and have children were empty and by making them he was doing more harm than good.
"It occurred to me that my nausea might be morning sickness while I was at work. I didn't want to get my hopes up. I'm so happy Logan. I just was so worried that it wasn't going to happen to me. I was scared I was barren and that the closest I would get to being a Mom was my part in raising Gigi." Rory admitted. She had been so uneasy about taking the test. She wasn't sure if she could handle another negative test. They'd gone through a similar experience a couple of months ago. It had taken three days for her to get over it.
Logan had known for a while that she was keeping all of this to herself. He'd attempted to discuss it with her, but hadn't been sure how to properly approach the subject. "Even if we hadn't been able to conceive we could have adopted Rory."
"Your parents hate me enough as it is. The last thing I need is for them to snub me because I couldn't produce a real Huntzberger heir."
"Any child we had to together whether it was biologically ours or not would be as much a Huntzberger as I am." Logan assured her. He needed her to understand that he was serious about all of this and that he wasn't just saying it because she was in fact pregnant with his child.
Rory smiled gratefully and kissed him softly on his collarbone before resting her head in his neck. It felt like this huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. "I love you so much Logan."
"I love you more."
"Impossible."
Logan smirked and then he gently placed a hand on her still flat stomach.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Logan looked at her curiously.
"Putting up with my mood swings and my highs and lows throughout all of this," Rory explained quietly. There were times when it was really bad that she wondered if he was going to leave her. It wasn't that he acted like he was going to leave her as much as she worried he would. She'd heard that many marriages couldn't survive something like not being able to have a child. What made hers any different? "I know it couldn't have been easy for you."
"It wasn't, but only because I felt so useless. I didn't know what you needed from me. I felt like I was failing you." Logan had confided all of this information to Honor. He couldn't tell anyone else because he knew it would embarrass Rory. It didn't help that other than Finn and Anne Marie the other couples weren't leaning towards wanting children at least at his point in their life.
"We need to learn to voice our feelings more." Rory couldn't believe they'd both blamed themselves. "And you weren't failing me." She gently patted her stomach. She couldn't wait to actually be a mom. Helping to raise Gigi had been so gratifying. "So it seems like Gigi and James really hit off."
"Better than I could have even imagined," Logan had been impressed with James. He'd been confident, but soft spoken. He'd been intelligent, but not in that irritating or impossible to deal with way. "We should celebrate."
"How do you propose we do that?" Rory asked suggestively. She was standing in the middle of her closet wearing a moss colored bra and thong.
"Well not what you're thinking. That's just too weird for me right now." Logan admitted sheepishly.
Rory shook her head in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? We read the same baby books which means you know that it won't hurt the baby."
"Still I'm not ready for it. Give me blue balls for a couple of weeks and I'll be singing a different tune, but just not yet." He crossed the room to where they kept a small stereo. He turned it on. "How about we dance instead? They're playing our song." He swayed along with the music and beckoned for her to come join him.
She couldn't resist. She giggled when he spun her around. It was great to feel young again.
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Gigi was in the middle of working on French labs when she heard a soft tap on her bedroom door. "Come in." She called without bothering to stop what she was doing.
Christopher opened the door quietly. He smiled at the way she looked sitting at her desk. She was wearing pink pajamas and had her blonde hair piled on top of her hair. "Bonjour splendide."
"Hi Dad. Nice use of the word gorgeous instead of the usual sweet little girl." Gigi thought it was cute that her father insisted on greeting her in French. She figured it was his way of using the language that had been forced on him when he went to Chilton.
"Merci. How goes it?"
"Pretty good. Madame is horrendous and assigns us far too much lab work but other than it's good." Gigi sensed her father had something to discuss with her, but he wasn't sure how to phrase it. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah no everything's great. Everyone seemed to really like James. Is he really as nice as he seems or is he just a terrific actor?"
Gigi smiled and nodded. "We're freakishly similar, but in a good way. You guys seemed to be having a nice conversation when I walked in."
"He's got an excellent golf game. I think he could even give you a run for your money." Five years ago Christopher had given up on the dream that one day he might be better than his daughter. She was just too good. It helped that she had been bred to one day play on the LPGA.
"We'll see about that. Still it doesn't seem likely you came in here to just shoot the breeze when we both know that Kitchen Nightmares is on."
Christopher sighed. It was impressive just how well she could read him. "You're right. Sherry called me earlier today and expressed interest in your debutante ball. She'd like to come. I told her I wanted to talk to you about it first."
Gigi frowned. She rarely talked to Sherry. As far as she was concerned Lorelai was her mother. It was Lorelai who taught her how to put on mascara and took her shopping for her first bra. It was also Lorelai who made a point to make huge gestures to celebrate her birthday. Sherry had given her nothing more than her blonde hair and blue eyes. "What am I supposed to do? If I say I don't want her to be there she's just going to pester me until I give in."
"I know G. She is your Mom though. I think she's really trying to make an effort to be more involved." Christopher spent a great deal of time trying not to resent Sherry. If it weren't for Lorelai and his family he probably wouldn't succeed. He knew that Sherry's workaholic tendencies hurt Gigi.
"Fine she can come, but that doesn't mean I'm going to change my introduction to include her."
Christopher smiled. "Maybe just think about changing your intro."
"Okay."
"I love you G and I'm proud of you." Christopher stood up and softly kissed her on the forehead.
"Love you too Dad."
Once he was gone Gigi groaned she didn't feel like dealing with her mother and more importantly she didn't feel like changing her introduction. She decided not to think about it and went back to working on her labs. She was in the middle of conjugating when her cell phone started to ring. She looked down and grinned when she read his name on her caller ID, "Hey James."
"You sound stressed. Is everything okay?"
"I am now that I'm talking to you."
"Do you want to talk about it?" James asked though he got the feeling that she was going to say no.
"Nah it's just my mother being her usual irritating self."
James frowned. It seemed like she had a great relationship with Lorelai at dinner.
"Lorelai is my stepmother. My biological mother is named Sherry and she lives/works in Paris. She wants to attend the ball and I had to agree to allow her to attend even though I don't want her there. Still enough about her she'll kill my mood. How about we talk about this impromptu phone call?"
"It just occurred to me that I didn't know what color your dress was tomorrow and I wanted to see what color tie I should wear." James really just wanted to talk to her. This was just a lame excuse.
"Hot pink and black," Gigi had a feeling there was more to this phone call than he was letting on.
"Cool well I'll let you get back to your labs."
"I can talk for a few minutes. Do you by chance watch The Office?"
James laughed. "Are you kidding me? Question what kind of bear is best?"
"God James where have you been all my life?" She was half joking, half serious. Had she known that there was a guy out there that was perfect for her as he was she would have probably been the one to break up with Miles instead of the other way around.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO THAT WAS THE UDPATE. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. I'M TRYING TO GET THEM OUT AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE WHEN I GET BACK TO SCHOOL I'LL UPDATE VERY ERRATICALLY AND I KNOW HOW ANNOYING THAT CAN BE. THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ. I MUST SAY THAT I WAS HONESTLY TOYING WITH THE IDEA OF THE TEST BEING NEGATIVE BUT I FELT LIKE I WOULD HAVE A RIOT ON MY HANDS IF I DID THAT. HAHA. PLEASE REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. WHAT'D YA'LL THINK OF PAMELA? I DECIDED TO MAKE HER MORE HUMAN THAN SHIRA WAS. LOVE YA'LL. – KRiSTiNE.