Hello, hello, hello I can't actually remember when I last updated this...was it like last week or something? Anyway, I'm here (again) with a new addition. This chapter includes baseball, which I have no idea about by the way, but I did a little research and I hope I didn't mess anything up :P And if you're a New York Mets fan, sorry if I offend you, but Luke does like the Red Sox so...
Thanks for the reviews, there are less people reviewing, but I won't complain. I'm just thankful that there are actually reviewers in the first place. Thank you! And enjoy the chapter.
"Hmm," Lorelai hummed when Luke shifted in the bed the next morning.
"Go back to sleep," he whispered close to her ear before he began to climb out of bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked sleepily, her eyes never opening.
"I'm gonna take a shower," he replied. "Go back to sleep." He secured one foot on the floor and was about to fully stand up, when Lorelai grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to the bed. "Hey," he exclaimed as he hit the mattress. "What are you doing?"
"Let's sleep in," she mumbled as she pulled the covers back over Luke and snuggled closer to him. "We don't need to be up for hours yet." Luke sighed. As much as he wanted to take a shower, lying in bed next to his girlfriend was a lot more appealing to him at the moment. He rolled onto his side and pulled her body flush against his, causing her to giggle into his t shirt. "Mr Danes," she gasped as she brought her hand up to rest on his shoulder. Surprisingly, her eyes were still closed.
"Hey, look at me," he told her, nudging her side lightly. Lorelai made some incoherent sound, and buried her head further into his chest. "Lorelai," he cajoled.
"Sleepy," she muttered as her nose nuzzled his top. Luke tightened his arms around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head, as he let sleep overtake him once again.
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"Rory," Emily whispered that same morning as she leaned over the crib. It was nine now, and Rory was supposed to wake up an hour ago, that was her usual time.
"Ahh," came the peaceful sound from the still sleeping toddler. Emily watched her roll onto her back and fling her arms out around her, she looked adorable, she thought.
"Rory," she said a little louder as she gave her granddaughter a soft shake.
"Seepy," she mumbled, just the way her mother does.
"You can't be sleepy, it's nine o clock, you should be awake by now." Rory opened one eye and looked up at Emily's soft expression. When the elder woman smiled, the little girl opened the other eye and grinned widely. "You're a monkey, aren't you?" she cooed as she lifted Rory from the crib. "You're not sleepy at all." Rory nodded.
"Yes, Rory seepy," she exclaimed as she sat on her grandmother's hip.
"It sounds like it too," Emily replied sarcastically. "Now what do you say about getting some breakfast?"
"Breakfassss!" she said excitedly.
"Ok then, let's go see what you can have." They made their way towards the stairs, and Emily put Rory on her feet at the top, before taking both her hands. "Now, you're going to have to learn to walk down a staircase sweetheart, so do you want to try now?" Rory looked down the first set of stairs uncertainly, but stuck a foot out anyway, finding that she landed on her bottom straight away.
"No," said Rory while she shook her head.
"Why don't you try it backwards?" she suggested. "Like this." Emily gathered her skirt in one hand, then kneeled down and began descending the staircase backwards. Rory watched with interest, and also a little amusement at her grandmother's behaviour. "Come on Rory, try it," she pushed.
"Emily, what on earth are you doing?" asked Richard incredulously, as he stopped at the foot of the stairs, newspaper in hand. Emily sprung to her feet and fixed her dishevelled skirt, before looking up at him in alarm and meeting his questioning stare.
"I was teaching Rory how to walk down the stairs," she told him.
"Backwards?"
"Well we tried it forwards but she fell over," she retorted. "I was just thinking of the best way for her." Richard let out a hearty chuckle as Rory watched them curiously, standing at the top of the stairs in her pink sleeper. She giggled when she saw both her grandparents looking at her. "Do you find this funny?" Emily asked.
"Yes," answered Rory cheekily. Emily gasped fakely.
"We can't have that can we?" she asked herself. She scooped her granddaughter up and tickled her sides, causing Rory to laugh loudly in response.
"Granma stop!" she managed to get out between giggles. Both Emily and Richard chuckled at her as she squirmed uncontrollably. Finally, Emily relented and put Rory back on her feet, allowing her to explore the downstairs area until her breakfast was ready. Emily went to the kitchen, while Rory wandered through the living room, and towards Richard's study.
"Book," she said to herself as his bookcase came into view. She stood in front of it, staring up at the variety of books, before picking one randomly from the bottom of a pile. A bunch of books went tumbling to the floor, one knocking Rory on the head and sending her down with them. "Uh oh," she mumbled, as she realised that she was messing up her grandpa's book shelves. She clutched the side of her head as she watched the last few books drop, scrunching her nose up at the pain shooting through her head.
"Richard, did you hear that?" Emily called from the kitchen. She rushed out quickly, to find Richard with his nose deep in the paper, oblivious to everything happening around him. "Where's Rory?" she asked. The series of loud bangs she just heard and the misplacement of her granddaughter immediately added up to something bad in her head.
"She went into the living room," he replied, pointing his finger in the direction distractedly as he read from the finance section. Emily hurried into the room, finding it empty, then went around to the study, where the door was wide open.
"Rory," she gasped when she saw all the books on the floor, surrounding the wincing toddler, who was still clutching the side of her head. "What happened?" she asked as she scooped the girl into her arms and rocked her from side to side.
"Book fall," she answered.
"Are you ok? What hurts?" she asked frantically. She hoped to god nothing was wrong with her. Rory patted her head and whimpered quietly, sending Emily into panic mode. "Your head," she murmured. "Ok sweetheart, don't worry," she said softly. "We'll get that checked out." She headed for the door and went back into the dining room. "Richard," she said angrily, causing her husband to glance up at her in surprise.
"What is the matter, Emily?"
"You left the door to your study wide open," she scolded him. "I just found Rory surrounded by your books on the floor, and she says her head hurts." Richard shot out of his seat and stroked his hand over Rory's head.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked, the same way Emily had just moments ago.
"She says here," she replied as she pointed to the area Rory had been holding. Richard examined it, smoothing Rory's light brown hair out of the way.
"It's very red," he told her. "And there's a bump forming there, she needs to go to the emergency room," he predicted. Emily looked down at her granddaughter worriedly, hoping that she would be ok. "She'll be fine, Emily," soothed Richard, sensing his wife's worry. "She may have a concussion, and the doctors can determine that." Emily nodded and robotically made her way towards the stairs so she could dress Rory quickly and get her to the hospital.
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"Lorelai," Luke whispered, as ten o clock arrived. They'd fallen back to sleep easily after their early morning wake up, and had slept for another four hours.
"Early," she mumbled.
"It's ten," he told her. "We have to get to the game in a couple of hours." Lorelai opened her eyes slowly and took in her surroundings, smiling at the room they were in.
"Beats Doreen's place," she muttered as she rolled over and snuggled up to Luke. "What time should we get to the game for?" she asked, stretching as she did so.
"Gates open at twelve," he told her. "So around then." Lorelai nodded against his chest, before they went into a comfortable silence.
"Last night was good," she broke through the silence, a wide smile taking over her face.
"Just good?" he asked, feigning hurt.
"I can probably think of a better word to describe it," she said huskily.
"Care to venture one?" Lorelai thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"I think you've got a pretty good idea," she replied as she patted his cheek. Luke pressed lazy kisses to her dark curls, while she toyed with the small dusting of hair on his chest. "You know," she said a few minutes later, once again breaking the silence they'd fallen into. "We should shower together, saves time," she suggested logically. Luke shrugged and untangled his arms from around her.
"Sounds good to me," he agreed. He watched Lorelai crawl out of bed, and grab his shirt from the day before, before making her way into the bathroom, giving Luke a nice view as she sauntered away. He heard the water running, and smiled as a wave of anticipation washed over him.
"You coming?" she called.
"Try and stop me," he replied as he scrambled out of bed, completely naked, and rushed into the bathroom. Lorelai grinned when he entered the room, sans clothes, and pulled him into the small shower cubicle, drawing the curtain across so they were concealed in the small space.
After a very exhilarating shower, and a lot more rubbing dry than necessary, Lorelai emerged from the bathroom in Luke's shirt, Luke following close behind with a towel wrapped around his hips.
"I'm gonna call mom," said Lorelai as she dropped onto the bed and picked up the phone the hotel provided from the nightstand. She dialled the all too familiar number, and listened as it rung off onto voicemail. "Hmm, strange," she muttered.
"What?" Luke asked as he used the towel that was around his waist, to part dry his hair.
"They must be out," she said. "It's only ten thirty."
"They probably went for a walk or something," he assured her, trying to shift the worried frown from her face. "Why don't you try again just before we go out?"
"Ok," she murmured as she fell back onto the bed so she was lying on it.
"Hey, don't lie down now," he ordered as he pulled his jeans up over his boxers. "You'll never get ready if you do." Lorelai huffed and remained in the same place. Luke watched her, then walked over and pulled her up from the bed by her arms, eliciting a groan from her. "Rory will be fine," he said firmly. "Now get your ass into gear, there's no way in hell I'm missing this game." Lorelai smiled as she watched Luke grin like a kid in a candy store. That was all the motivation she needed to prepare herself for the day.
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After waiting two hours to actually see the doctor, Emily and Richard were made to wait a further thirty minutes while they carried out tests on Rory.
"We take any bump to the head very seriously," he had explained to them, which actually made them feel better about the situation. At least their granddaughter was in good hands. So after the tests had been carried out, Rory had been taken to the children's ward, where she had been dressed in a small gown and had had her blood pressure taken, which she didn't take kindly to.
"She has a minor concussion," he told the anxious pair. "I want to keep her in for a few hours, just to monitor her for any abnormalities, but from the look of things, she'll be fine."
"Thank you doctor," said Richard gratefully. The doctor tickled Rory under the chin, before heading off to check on his other patients. Emily sighed heavily as she watched Rory mess around with the bed sheets. "You've had a lucky escape sweetheart," said Richard, smiling softly at her. They sat in silence for a few minutes, as Richard played with Rory, trying to keep her entertained.
"Do you think I should call Lorelai?" Emily asked, completely out of the blue. Richard took his attention to his wife and frowned slightly.
"Does she need to know?" he asked. "Rory's fine."
"I know, but if something like this happened to Lorelai as a child, I would want to know about it," she argued. "She's her mother; she has a right to be informed about this."
"But if you call her, she'll want to come home to be with Rory," he said softly. "Do you really want to interrupt their weekend?" Emily shook her head slowly.
"Of course I don't, but she needs to know," she said firmly. "I'm going to call her right now, will you stay with Rory?" Richard nodded and watched his wife stride away from him through the children's ward. Emily reached a payphone, and slotted some money into it. That's when she realised that she'd left the contact number, that Luke had given them, at home. She sighed heavily and pushed the return button to get her money back, before trudging back to Rory's bedside.
"Any luck?" Richard asked. Emily shook her head sadly. Richard smiled softly and pulled his wife down into his lap, brushing her hair away from her face. "Call her when we get home," he said. "They'll probably be on their way to that baseball game anyway." Emily nodded.
"I hope she doesn't blame us for this," she said, in a close whisper. "I don't want to lose them."
"You won't lose them," he assured her. "These things happen. Like when Rory swallowed that ring just the other day, Lorelai had taken her eyes off her for two minutes and look what happened. Sometimes these things can't be helped." Emily leaned into him as she looked at Rory, who was watching them curiously.
"Thank you Richard," she said gratefully. She would definitely call Lorelai after Rory had been discharged from the hospital; she just hoped that Lorelai would see things their way.
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"No answer, again," said Lorelai as she listened to the voicemail message. "Hi mom, it's me, I was just calling to see how Rory's doing," she said into the receiver. "I tried to call earlier but you were out, and it looks like you're still not home, so could you call me when you get this? We're about to go to the game now, but we'll be back at five-ish. Anyway, bye." She ended the call and sighed heavily. Luke emerged from the bathroom and looked at her quizzically.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"They're still not home," she replied. "I wonder where they've gone."
"They've probably taken Rory out for the day." She nodded, obviously unsure of whether it was true or not. "Come on, we need to get going." He handed her jacket to her as he spoke.
"Have you got your giant foam hand?" she asked excitedly, remembering that she'd bought him that for Christmas, along with the tickets.
"It's in my back pocket," he deadpanned, looking at her pointedly.
"Ha ha," she said, not amused by his comment. "You need to bring it along with you, I didn't buy for you for the sake of it." Luke rolled his eyes.
"I'll look stupid with that thing on my hand," he complained. "Do you want me to make a fool of myself at this game?" Lorelai shrugged.
"I'll need something to entertain me, and I'm pretty sure the game's not gonna do that." Luke eyed her suspiciously for a few moments, narrowing his eyes as he did so.
"Fine, we'll take it with us," he allowed. "But you're wearing it." Lorelai shrugged.
"Ok by me," she grinned. Luke grabbed the foam hand from their suitcase and tossed it towards her.
"Time to go," he told her as she slipped into her jacket. The young couple finally made their way out of the door, and Luke hailed a cab to take them to their destination; Shea Stadium in Queens. They stopped outside the stadium not long after that, and Lorelai stared up at the giant building before them, as Luke paid the cab driver.
"Wow," she whispered.
"I can't believe we're here," said Luke as he came to stand next to her. "I've always wanted to see the Red Sox play."
"The Red Sox?" Lorelai asked, turning to look at him with confusion written across her face.
"You've never heard of Boston Red Sox?" he asked, not believing it. Lorelai shook her head. "So you bought the tickets but had no idea which teams were playing?"
"Bootsie got them for me, I just told him that I wanted us to go to a baseball game," she shrugged. "Lucky that he knew which team you liked."
"It's the Red Sox versus the Mets," he told her. "It's the first game these two teams have played together in the 1986 season," he explained. "It's a big game."
"Sounds like it," she said, trying to scrounge up some enthusiasm. Luke seemed to be enjoying himself already, and they hadn't even made it into the stadium yet. They joined the long queue to get in, and Lorelai observed all the baseball fans around her. She found herself wondering what the big deal was; it was just a bunch of guys running around a field, right? It obviously meant a lot more to the people here today.
Luke removed his jacket, and Lorelai took a moment to notice that he wasn't wearing his usual flannel. Instead, he was wearing a white jersey, which read 'Boston' across the front. She thought it suited him; it was baggy, but clung to his upper arms and chest, the contours of his muscles visible through the material. Luke caught her staring at him, and felt his cheeks flush.
"What?" he asked, feeling a little self conscious. Lorelai shook her head to clear it, before smiling at him seductively.
"You look really great in that jersey," she told him quietly. Luke blushed furiously, what the hell was wrong with him?
"Oh yeah?" he asked, at the same volume she had. Lorelai nodded and inched a little closer to him.
"As much as I love the plaid, sometimes it's nice to have a bit of a change." She ran her fingers down his chest, smiling when she noticed him looking around nervously.
"Stop it," he whispered huskily. The line began moving forwards quickly, and Luke grabbed the hand that was currently travelling over his stomach, entwining his fingers through hers. Lorelai pouted at him and tried to get her hand free of his grasp. "Behave," he said close to her ear.
"But...it's boring standing in this line," she whined. Luke rolled his eyes.
"We'll be in there soon," he assured her. "Can't you hold on for a little while?"
"Fine," she pouted further.
"You're impossible," he told her.
"You like me that way," she said knowingly. Luke eyed her for a moment before finding that they were at the front of the queue. He showed their tickets, before they were let into the huge stadium through the massive double doors.
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"I love baseball," said Lorelai as they settled in their seats. Along the way, they had stopped at all the food stands, and Lorelai had picked up a variety of things to keep her occupied.
"The game hasn't even started yet," mumbled Luke. Lorelai simply ignored his comment.
"You hungry?" she asked. "To my right, there are hot dogs, cotton candy, twizzlers and Hershey's. To my left, there's popcorn, milk duds, fries and coke. And here in my lap, there are nachos with chilli and cheese." She looked at all the food dreamily, not quite sure what to eat first.
"That's disgusting," said Luke, not even daring to look at the food. "I'd never eat any of that stuff in a million years."
"Ooh wait, I got these for you," she said as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a clear container, filled with prepared fresh fruit.
"Where from?" he asked warily.
"The hotel," she replied. "I went to the dining area while you were in the bathroom and picked up some of the leftover fruit."
"Thanks," he said gratefully. He leaned forward to kiss her and she gladly complied, accepting his gratitude.
"Wow," she said as they pulled away. "I'm gonna give you fruit more often." Luke chuckled and put the container next to his bottle of water. Lorelai watched his eyes scan the stadium, and noticed the smirk as it made it's way across his lips. "You having a good time?" she asked, he looked happy.
"Yeah, thanks for the tickets," he replied.
"You can thank me later," she told him, "When we're alone." Luke's smirk grew wider as he turned his attention to the stadium. The commentator's voice could be heard over the speaker and the crowd begun cheering as the players ran out onto the field. The Red Sox were the second team to make their appearances, seeing as they were the away team.
As soon as the first player made it onto the playing field, Luke jumped to his feet and began cheering, taking Lorelai by surprise. The game began a while after that, and the crowd settled down so they could get into the swing of things, no pun intended. Luke reclaimed his seat as the teams got into their positions, and Lorelai leaned towards him as she threw a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"You totally went for it then, huh?" she asked, still surprised by his lively behaviour. She'd never known him be so loud.
"That's the Red Sox," he said incredulously. "In person." Lorelai could hear the excitement in his voice. "I can't believe it."
"You'd better believe it babe, cause it's happening." She took her attention to the field, and watched as a few of the players stretched. "Man I'm going to enjoy this," she muttered, revelling in the eye candy before her.
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"Lorelai called," said Emily as she checked the answering machine. She listened to her daughter's voice through the receiver, and frowned as she put the phone back on it's cradle. "She said she's called a few times today, and we haven't been in for any of them," she said worriedly.
"It's ok, Emily," soothed Richard. "Why don't you call her back?"
"She's at that baseball game with Luke," she told him. "She said they'll be back in the hotel at five, so I'll call back then." Richard nodded in agreement as he balanced a sleepy Rory on his hip. "I'm going to go put Rory to bed, she's exhausted from all those tests they did." She took Rory from her husband, then made her way towards the staircase. Richard watched after them, before going into his study to tidy up the mess Rory had made earlier in the day.
Emily reached the nursery and changed Rory into a sleeper, before settling her in the crook of her arm, and sitting in the rocking chair. She stroked Rory's soft cheek with the back of her index finger as the little girl gazed up at her, her eyes drooping as she fought the losing battle with sleep.
"You've had quite a week sweetie, haven't you?" she asked softly. "First you swallow a diamond ring, and have to get it dislodged from your throat, then your mommy and daddy go away for the weekend, and to top it all off, a heavy book hits you on the side of your head and you get a concussion." She found herself chuckling softly, but she didn't know why.
"Rory ok," said the toddler, snuggling further into her grandmother's top.
"Yes, Rory's ok," she agreed as she dropped a kiss onto Rory's forehead. "Are you tired?" Rory replied by yawning. "Do you want to get some sleep?"
"Sweep," said Rory as her eyes drooped again. She closed the fully this time, and Emily watched as she gave herself over to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, my Angel," she whispered as she gave Rory another kiss. She watched her granddaughter sleep in her arms for a while; she wasn't really sure of how long she was sitting there, she was just enjoying the peace and quiet, and the fact that she was bonding with Rory alone. Before long, Emily had fallen asleep as well, as both grandmother and granddaughter slept together in the wooden rocking chair.
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"So are we winning so far?" Lorelai asked when the interval rolled around. People had begun to get out of their seats and head towards the restrooms and food stalls, but Luke and Lorelai stayed put.
"Nah," he answered. "It's 3-4 to the Mets." Lorelai frowned.
"Do you think we will win?" she asked. Luke shrugged.
"I can't really say," he said. "I hope so."
"Me too," she agreed enthusiastically as she finished the last of her cotton candy. Luke widened his eyes when he realised that she'd finished every last ounce of food they'd purchased at the beginning of the game."
"When you're thirty, you're gonna weigh five hundred pounds," he told her. Lorelai shrugged her shoulders.
"But you'll still love me anyway," she pointed out knowingly. Luke chewed his tongue thoughtfully, gaining a slap on the arm from Lorelai. "Hey, stop being mean," she whined.
"I'm not," he replied innocently. "Of course I'll still love you when you're all big and fat; I'd love you at any size or shape." Lorelai pouted.
"Why are you so certain that I'm gonna get fat?" she asked teasingly.
"Well the amount of food you eat is a pretty good indicator," he chuckled.
"But what if my metabolism stays this way forever?"
"Then it'd be freakish," he chuckled. "Anyway, I think there's another way you'll gain weight sometime in the future, that doesn't involve food," he said quietly, close to her ear. Lorelai gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment or two, before she caught on to what he was saying. Was he thinking about having a baby with her? No, she thought, teenage boys don't think about things like that, they think about baseball, and sex.
Her eyes had widened considerably when she'd realised what he was referring to, and Luke noticed immediately. He internally began to panic; what if he'd just messed up and freaked her out? He didn't mean that he wanted a baby with her now, he meant way, way in the future. He'd already thought about marriage, not in much detail, but he'd pictured his mother's engagement ring on Lorelai's finger, and how well it would suit her. He brought himself out of his imagination, and suddenly realised how awkward the air had turned around them.
"Um...I didn't mean...I mean..." he stumbled on how to word it right. Lorelai looked up at him, hanging on his every word. But when he opened his mouth to speak again, no words came tumbling out like they were supposed to.
"You didn't mean now?" she asked, finishing the sentence for him. Luke nodded. "I know," she whispered.
"Sorry if I freaked you out," he apologised. "I've hardly even thought about it." This time Lorelai nodded and smiled slightly at him.
"You didn't freak me out," she returned, as groups of people began piling around them again. The chatters of the people surrounding them drowned out their own voices, so they decided just to sit in silence until the game started.
The commentator's voice could be heard again, but instead of the players appearing, the giant screens situated around the field began playing animations. The famous 'kiss me' frame came on, showing a young couple in their early twenties. The guy pulled his girlfriend in for a kiss, and the two pulled apart with wide grins on their faces. Lorelai smiled to herself.
"That's so cool," she said in awe. "I wanna be on there!" Luke looked at her, his eyes wide with scepticism.
"You're kidding right?" he asked. Lorelai shook her head. "There's no way I'd kiss you while fifty thousand people were watching."
"Seriously though, it's so cool," she gushed.
"Hey lady, you got your wish," said the guy in front of them as he pointed to the screen. The couple looked up and found that they were in the frame, and Lorelai grinned happily.
"You totally have to kiss me," she said to Luke.
"You've gotta be kidding me," he muttered, covering his face with his hands.
"Luuuke," she whined. "You're gonna look like such a coward if you don't kiss me right now," she teased. He turned to face her and she puckered her lips jokingly, as the crowd surrounding them chanted 'kiss her' over and over. He quickly leaned in, pecked a light kiss to her lips, then went to move back. But as he pulled away, Lorelai grasped the back of his neck and pulled him back towards her, gaining a happy cheer from the crowd. They were still sharing that kiss when the screen had switched to the players coming onto the pitch, and Lorelai finally pulled away from him when she noticed that people were getting to their feet.
"I can't believe you made me do that," he murmured, his cheeks turning red.
"You enjoyed it though, right?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Luke shrugged his shoulders.
"It was ok, I guess," he chuckled. Lorelai narrowed her eyes at him before standing up and pulling him to his feet.
"Game's starting again," she told him as they turned their attention back to the field, their hands twining together as Lorelai waved the giant foam finger around with her free hand. She was actually enjoying herself.
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"Did we win, did we win?" asked Lorelai eagerly as people began screaming and jumping up and down around them.
"Like hell we did," replied Luke happily as he lifted Lorelai off her feet and swung her around. She tilted her head forward and kissed him, before pulling away and grinning widely.
"I knew our team would win," she boasted. "They were obviously better than the other team, what were they called, the Moths?" she asked, not really caring.
"The Mets," he corrected. "And they didn't play that good this time."
"Of course they didn't, cause they suck," she said triumphantly.
"Hey, pipe down," said Luke. "There are Mets fans here, you know, we're in New York after all." Lorelai nodded.
"Wouldn't wanna get beaten up, would we?" she chuckled. They fought their way out of the stadium, picking up a coke for Lorelai along with way, then caught the shuttle bus back into Manhattan. Once they were in the hotel room, the phone started to ring, so Lorelai answered it quickly.
"Oh hi mom," greeted Lorelai enthusiastically as she fell onto the bed, bringing the corded phone with her.
"Lorelai, are you having a nice time?" Emily asked, feeling anxious about her impending news.
"Yeah, it's great here," she replied. "And Luke's team won the baseball game."
"Well that's wonderful," she said, trying to muster up some enthusiasm.
"So, I tried to call you this morning, twice actually," she said. "Did you go out or something?" Emily shut her eyes tightly before letting the next words tumble from her mouth.
"Well, we went to the hospital," she informed her. Lorelai immediately sat upright on the bed.
"The hospital?" she asked quickly. "Like, to visit a friend of yours or something?" It was wishful thinking, but she was hoping to god that it wasn't something else.
"No, um, Rory..."
"Rory?" she asked, feeling the panic rise inside of her. "What's the matter with Rory?" Luke heard her voice rising from the bathroom and quickly came out to see what was wrong.
"She's fine now," she assured her daughter, not wanting to worry her over nothing. Lorelai was already in full on panic mode though, so those words didn't really mean anything to her.
"What happened?" she asked frantically.
"I was preparing her breakfast, and your father was reading the paper, so Rory wandered off to his study. She found the books, and she must have tried to get one of them off, but a whole load of them came barrelling off the shelf and one hit her on the head," she explained.
"Oh my god, on the head?" she asked. She hoped there was nothing wrong with her.
"Yes, we took her to the emergency room, and the doctors did some tests," she said.
"Mom, is she ok?" Lorelai asked loudly, trying to speak over her mother's play by play of events.
"She's fine," she told her. "She had a minor concussion, nothing major or life threatening." Lorelai let out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding, and put her hand to her heart.
"Thank god," she breathed. "Where is she now?"
"She's in the living room playing with her toys," she said. "Would you like me to put her on?"
"Yes please." While Emily went off to retrieve Rory, Lorelai put her hand over the mouthpiece so she could tell Luke what had happened. By the way she was speaking, he was sure to be terrified too. "Rory hit her head, and she has a concussion," she told him, trying to stay calm.
"Is she ok?" Lorelai nodded.
"Mom says the doctor told them it's minor, and they're at home now." Luke let out a big puff of air and ran his right hand through his hair. Emily sat Rory in the chair by the phone, and gave her the receiver.
"It's mommy," she told her granddaughter. Rory's face lit up and pressed the receiver to her ear.
"Mama!" she exclaimed.
"Hi baby," she cooed. "Are you ok?" she asked worriedly.
"Rory ok," she informed her.
"Well that's good; mommy was worried about you sweets."
"Sticker," said Rory.
"What's that?" she asked, wondering where the random word came from.
"The doctor gave her a sticker," Emily clarified as she briefly took the phone from Rory.
"Wow, what sticker did you get Ror?" Lorelai asked.
"Ee or," replied the toddler.
"Eeyore?" she asked. "From Winnie the Pooh?"
"Yes," she answered happily. Lorelai smiled into the phone.
"So are you sure you're ok?" she asked.
"Me ok," she said again.
"Well good, hey Ror can you put grandma back on?"
"Granma," she said, passing the phone over to Emily.
"It's me again," said Emily.
"Oh, could you just put Rory back on a sec? I wanna say goodbye."
"Very well." Emily placed the phone back against Rory's ear, and held it there.
"Bye hon," she said. "I miss you loads."
"Miss mama too," she murmured.
"You miss me as well, aww thanks baby."
"Dada too."
"And you miss daddy?" Rory nodded, even though Lorelai couldn't see her. Lorelai held the phone out to Luke, gesturing for him to take it. "Rory says she misses you," she whispered as he put the phone to his ear.
"Hi Ror," he greeted. "You miss me?"
"Yes," she replied with a small giggle.
"We'll be back tomorrow," he told her. "So I'll see you when we get home ok? Love you."
"Wove you dada," she mumbled. Luke chuckled at the other end.
"Bye sweetie." He handed the phone back to Lorelai.
"You still there Ror?"
"Yes."
"You know I love you too right?"
"Wove you," she replied.
"Bye Rory," she said sadly.
"Bye mama." Emily took the phone back from Rory at that moment and pressed it back to her ear.
"Lorelai, are you still there?" she asked.
"Yeah, still here," she answered. "Do you think we should come home, I mean, Rory needs us."
"She's absolutely fine, Lorelai," said Emily.
"But..."
"No, you are not cutting your weekend short," she said stubbornly. "Rory is ok, she had a bump on the head but she's fine. It would be a waste of a weekend if you came back now." Lorelai sighed.
"Ok," she agreed. "But take care of her for me."
"Don't worry, I am doing," she assured her. "Enjoy the rest of your weekend." She didn't know what they had planned for the rest of their time in New York, but she hoped they enjoyed whatever they did do. The mother and daughter said their goodbyes, before they hung up. Luke shuffled closer to her on the bed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"She sounded fine on the phone," he said reassuringly.
"I know," she sighed. "I'm just worried about her."
"That's what moms do though, right? Worry?"
"Yeah I guess." He noticed her sadness and moved even closer to her, if that were possible. Lorelai noticed his close proximity and glanced up at him, a small smile curving her lips. "Lucas, are you trying to get in my pants?" she asked with a giggle. Luke groaned.
"Could you be any more obvious about it?" he asked with a smirk. He pushed on her shoulders until she was lying down, and moved to cover her body with his. "Did you enjoy yourself today?" he asked as he laced his fingers through hers.
"You wanna talk about baseball right now?" she asked as she arched an eyebrow.
"No, I wanna know if you had a good time," he corrected. Lorelai shrugged.
"Yeah, it was good," she replied. "The kissing part was by far the highlight of the day."
"Oh yeah?" Lorelai nodded.
"Definitely."
"I think I've forgotten what it was like," he said teasingly.
"Let me refresh your memory," she murmured, before pressing her lips to his. They moved into a comfortable rhythm as they kissed and shed clothes at the same time, the contact never being broken. They spent the next hour or so in bed, simply relaxing, among other things. It was the perfect day to Lorelai, but little did she know, that it was about to go up to a whole other level for her. For in less than two hours, she'd be walking like an Egyptian.
I will include the Bangles concert in the next chapter this is already getting too long to include it in this one, plus I really want to post this like now! Please review, I love reviews :D And I will see you very soon, cause I plan to update this again sometime this week.
Emily.
