How many thirteen (fourteen on Christmas) year old girls own the best TV
show in the world? I don't own (and I'm not in any way affiliated with)
"Gilmore Girls." It's 10:05, I don't feel like writing an authors note, so
on with the fic.
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"Hey Ror? Lai and I are off. We'll see you this afternoon." It was Christmas Eve, and Dad and I were off to do our last minute Christmas shopping. We had gifts for Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Tristan (who was actually becoming friends with Dad,) Aunt Paris (she and Uncle Tristan eloped last week,) and I had my gift for Mom, but Dad and I were hunting for his gift to Mom, a certain diamond ring that would (hopefully) be shortly followed by a gold band.
"Okay, bye Dean, bye Lai." Mom was upstairs wrapping the gifts she hadn't got to yet. No one had been allowed near her room for the past week, but the piles of presents beneath the tree were growing bigger and bigger.
"Bye Mom!" I called upstairs to her as I threw my scarf around my neck and slammed the front door behind me. "You have any idea where to start looking?"
"I think we need to get out of Stars Hollow, she'll know in an instant if we go to a jewelry store in town." Dad and I had been planning this outing for weeks. We hadn't told anyone, not even Grandma, for fear they would tell Mom. Dad was going to propose on Christmas morning and everything was going to be just right.
"I agree." We drove to Hartford, and when we pulled up outside of the Kay Jewelers about a mile from Mom's office we hopped out of the car and practically ran inside. We went straight over to the display case for the engagement rings. Dad knew that I would have a better idea as to what Mom would want in an engagement ring, after all, I'd been around for the past seventeen years, and so I was the person he chose to accompany him. After we searched every jewelry store this side of Kansas we finally agreed on the first ring we'd looked at, a thin silver band with an opal in the center and a diamond on each side. Now we just had to wait until tomorrow.
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"It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" I couldn't help reverting back to my five year old tendencies every year when the clock struck 12:01. We always stayed up on Christmas Eve so we could open presents as soon as it was officially Christmas. When I was seven I tried to talk my Mom into letting us open presents at 5:01, using the excuse that it was 12:01 in England, but it didn't work.
We ripped through our gifts. (Well, actually Grandma ripped through her gifts, the rest of us were a little bit more gentle, but . . .) Finally, when everything was open, Dad walked over to Mom. He slowly got down on one knee, and only I knew what was going to happen. "Rory, I fell in love with you when I was just 16. I didn't know whether you returned my interests, or whether you even acknowledged my existence, but I knew that I loved you. When I finally told you that three months later, it ended in disaster, but we overcame that, and the day that happened will forever be cemented in my memory. I know that I haven't been here for the past 18 years, but I hope we can change that. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore . . . will you marry me?"
Mom was just staring straight ahead, as if in shock. She snapped out of it a few seconds later. "Of course I'll marry you, why wouldn't I?" Mom pulled him into such a sweet kiss that even my knees melted. The rest of the evening (morning?) was spent hugging and kissing and cheering. Everything was surprisingly magical, I was going to have parents who were in the same state, the same city, the same house, the same bedroom. My parents were getting married. It was like a dream come true.
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The next chapter will probably be the wedding. I know this one was short, but it's 11:47 PM!! No it didn't take me a really long time to write this, I took a break for a little while.
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"Hey Ror? Lai and I are off. We'll see you this afternoon." It was Christmas Eve, and Dad and I were off to do our last minute Christmas shopping. We had gifts for Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Tristan (who was actually becoming friends with Dad,) Aunt Paris (she and Uncle Tristan eloped last week,) and I had my gift for Mom, but Dad and I were hunting for his gift to Mom, a certain diamond ring that would (hopefully) be shortly followed by a gold band.
"Okay, bye Dean, bye Lai." Mom was upstairs wrapping the gifts she hadn't got to yet. No one had been allowed near her room for the past week, but the piles of presents beneath the tree were growing bigger and bigger.
"Bye Mom!" I called upstairs to her as I threw my scarf around my neck and slammed the front door behind me. "You have any idea where to start looking?"
"I think we need to get out of Stars Hollow, she'll know in an instant if we go to a jewelry store in town." Dad and I had been planning this outing for weeks. We hadn't told anyone, not even Grandma, for fear they would tell Mom. Dad was going to propose on Christmas morning and everything was going to be just right.
"I agree." We drove to Hartford, and when we pulled up outside of the Kay Jewelers about a mile from Mom's office we hopped out of the car and practically ran inside. We went straight over to the display case for the engagement rings. Dad knew that I would have a better idea as to what Mom would want in an engagement ring, after all, I'd been around for the past seventeen years, and so I was the person he chose to accompany him. After we searched every jewelry store this side of Kansas we finally agreed on the first ring we'd looked at, a thin silver band with an opal in the center and a diamond on each side. Now we just had to wait until tomorrow.
~*~*
"It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" I couldn't help reverting back to my five year old tendencies every year when the clock struck 12:01. We always stayed up on Christmas Eve so we could open presents as soon as it was officially Christmas. When I was seven I tried to talk my Mom into letting us open presents at 5:01, using the excuse that it was 12:01 in England, but it didn't work.
We ripped through our gifts. (Well, actually Grandma ripped through her gifts, the rest of us were a little bit more gentle, but . . .) Finally, when everything was open, Dad walked over to Mom. He slowly got down on one knee, and only I knew what was going to happen. "Rory, I fell in love with you when I was just 16. I didn't know whether you returned my interests, or whether you even acknowledged my existence, but I knew that I loved you. When I finally told you that three months later, it ended in disaster, but we overcame that, and the day that happened will forever be cemented in my memory. I know that I haven't been here for the past 18 years, but I hope we can change that. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore . . . will you marry me?"
Mom was just staring straight ahead, as if in shock. She snapped out of it a few seconds later. "Of course I'll marry you, why wouldn't I?" Mom pulled him into such a sweet kiss that even my knees melted. The rest of the evening (morning?) was spent hugging and kissing and cheering. Everything was surprisingly magical, I was going to have parents who were in the same state, the same city, the same house, the same bedroom. My parents were getting married. It was like a dream come true.
~*~*
The next chapter will probably be the wedding. I know this one was short, but it's 11:47 PM!! No it didn't take me a really long time to write this, I took a break for a little while.