Less Than a Second
Part 3: Hello, Rory Gilmore
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Pairing: Lorelai and Luke
Summary: Luke and Lorelai met in Stars Hollow while Lorelai's pregnant with Rory. Sixteen years later, they've found happiness with each other and the entire past (as fans know it) has been changed (for the better, perhaps :). This is a response to a challenge posted on the Luke and Lorelai Fan Fic group at Yahoo.
Rating: PG 13 (to be safe, for now)
Disclaimer: I do not own or in any way have connection to those that do own the Gilmore Girls.
A/N: There's some Lorelai/Christopher stuff in this chapter (a kiss or two). That's it, though, for now. He won't appear again for a few chapters, at least I don't think he will. Also, it was a little difficult for me to grasp how Lorelai would act during delivery, so if it's out of character or out of touch with the rest of the story, sorry. :) Please review! Thanks!
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*In a hospital in Hartford, 7 weeks later*
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Lorelai cried, loudly. "Pain! Mister...uh...doctor...doctor..." She couldn't remember his name "...you...yes, you...OW! God, this is painful! Can I get some kind of medication here? Maybe some morphine...a little codeine? Anything?"
The doctor looked towards her and was about to say something as Christopher rushed into the room. "Lor? Lor...you haven't had the baby yet, have you?"
"No, you're just in time to see how much physical pain you have brought on me and you get to stand here as I yell and shout and say things like 'why did you do this to me?' 'what the hell were we thinking?' and 'why should I have to push this baby the size of a watermelon out of my body when you were there too!?' "
"Perfect timing then," he smiled. He kissed her forehead and took her hand. Another contraction went through her and she bit her lip until it bled. "Lor...you okay?" He touched her lip with a cloth near him. She pushed it away so she could talk.
"I'd be a whole hell of a lot better if that guy over there, Mr.-I'm-a-doctor-but-of-course-I'm-not-going-to-give-you-any-drugs-to-relieve-you-of-the-discomfort-you-are-feeling-though-that's-my-job!, would give me something! Anything! And you, Chris, need to understand that I am *IN PAIN*! Can I make this anymore clear to you people? I now know why my mother hates me so much!"
Christopher stifled a laugh as the doctor came over to them. "Lorelai, if you'll just roll to your side and curl up as well as you can, I can give you an epidermal which will help with the pain." She did as she was told and rolled back over onto her back when he was finished.
She smiled, now that the medication was helping the pain at least a little. "Now that...*that* is what I'm talking about." She looked over at Chris. "Sorry, I yelled."
He kissed her forehead again. "It was just the pain..."
"Are you staying?"
"Here? Of course...I wouldn't miss our baby's birth."
"I mean, are you staying in Connecticut for a while...longer than just today?"
"My flight home is on Sunday." Christopher's home was now California. The night he and Lorelai had been together was the night before he and his family moved. When his parents had found out that Christopher had fathered the child Lorelai was pregnant with, they decided they would not return the following fall, to Connecticut, as planned. Instead, they would stay in California and begin new social lives where their son's mistake couldn't touch them.
"Oh," she answered. There was another contraction, but she didn't scream out this time. This time, she squeezed his hand tight, her eyes filling with tears. She wasn't sure if she was crying because of the fact that she and her baby would be alone (she had just come to this realization, fully), because of the pain, or both. She turned away from him and allowed the tears to fall, slowly, until one of the doctors walked over to her.
"Lorelai?" She looked up. "Your contractions are close and you're fully dilated. Are you ready to start pushing?" She nodded and took a deep breath as another contraction shook her body. "All right...push!"
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Eighteen minutes later, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was born at 4:03AM on Monday, October 8, 1984. There was silence for a moment, everyone waiting for a cry. When the small baby the nurse was holding finally cried, Lorelai began to cry, too.
Christopher kissed her mouth softly as the nurse handed Lorelai their baby. "She's beautiful," he said, touching her cheek.
"She has your nose." She smiled, looking at him.
"And your eyes."
"Yes."
"Did you choose a name for her?"
"I-I..." she couldn't remember any of the names she'd chosen at that moment. "I don't remember."
"What does she look like to you?"
She looked down at her baby. "I'm not sure. What do you think?"
"This is going to sound weird, but she looks like a 'Lorelai' to me." He said after a moment.
"You want me to name her after me? That could get confusing..." She paused. "But, she does, doesn't she? Lorelai. Lorelai. Lori...Rory..."
"What was that last one?" Christopher asked, suddenly looking up at Lorelai.
"Rory?"
"Yeah. That's pretty. I like it."
"Me too." She smiled. "Rory Gilmore. Lorelai Gilmore... Lorelai *something* Gilmore. She needs a middle name."
"Do you want it to be the same as yours?"
"Not really..."
"Okay, so not Victoria. Lorelai Christine Gilmore." Lorelai wrinkled her nose. "Christina?" He asked, trying to get his own name in there in the female form. She shook her head and he laughed. "Um...A...B..." He went through the alphabet in his head, trying to think of at least one name for each letter. "I got it! Lee."
"Lorelai Lee Gilmore." She looked up. "Can you pass me that pen and paper," she asked, pointing to where they were on a side table. "Thanks. Lore-ah-lie Lee Gil-more," she said, pronouncing the name as she wrote it down. "I don't know...it doesn't look right. It sounds good, but it needs to look good too."
"What about the L-E-I-G-H spelling of it?" She wrote it out then looked to the baby she was holding. "Lorelai Leigh Gilmore." She paused then said it again, slower, letting the words roll off her tongue. "Lorelai...Leigh...Gilmore."
"What do you think?"
"It's her." She smiled. The baby opened its eyes, slowly. "Hello, Rory Gilmore."
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"Do you really have to go?" Lorelai asked. It was Friday night, four days after Rory's birth. Lorelai had gone home to Stars Hollow. Mia was helping her with Rory. Everyone had been very kind since Lorelai's return to the small town. Many people offered to baby-sit and some donated things like diapers, bottles, or baby clothes that had once been worn by their children.
Christopher had called Lorelai's parents and told them of Rory's arrival. Richard was talking to him. In the background, he could hear Emily crying. Lorelai had flatly refused to allow them to come to the hospital. Her mother had practically disowned Lorelai as her daughter when she'd told them of her pregnancy and Lorelai felt that anyone who'd say that had no right to see her daughter (for right now, anyway). End of story.
Christopher had returned to Stars Hollow with Lorelai for the week. His plane left at five Saturday morning, so he was spending his last night in a hotel in Hartford.
"Yes, I really have to go." Christopher answered, quietly. Lorelai was holding the baby. He didn't want to go. If he could have, he'd have stayed forever, right there in that little tool shed behind an inn, with Lorelai and his daughter. But he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. He was seventeen. He was within eight months of graduating high school. He was going to go to college, he hoped. He was going to get a job. Then, he told himself, he'd come back to his "family." He knew that that wasn't necessarily true though. He'd also frowned at responsibility and a part of him (a very small part of him, but still a part) was happy to have gone to California. He could start over there if he wanted. Lorelai knew this and it was why she never asked him to do what she had done: drop out of high school, get a job, and support their child. She wanted him to have a chance in life to make something of himself. She knew that this idea of responsibility wasn't for him. For these reasons, she had refused his proposal of marriage, which had upset her parents even more than they had been when she'd told them she was pregnant with his child. Lorelai knew, had she said yes, they would have divorced or separated within their first five years together. She couldn't put him, their child, or herself through that. It was better this way, she told herself. But all of this didn't stop her from *wishing* he was different and *could* stay and *could* be reliable and that they *could* get married and grow old together and be a family and make it work.
"You'll call?"
"At least, once a week." He confirmed, stepping closer to her.
"And you'll try to come for some holiday or during the summer or something?"
"I'll be on the first plane out." He took another step towards her.
"I love you, Chris." She said, after a moment.
"I love you, too, Lor. I'll always love you." He kissed her lips softly. She reached up in touched his cheek with the fingertips of her free hand. When they drew away from each other, he looked down at his daughter. "She looks so much like you." He paused. "She's beautiful...you're beautiful." She swallowed hard and looked towards their sleeping child. Rory was cuddled close to her mother in a soft blue blanket that Mia had given her. One hand was curled near her face; the other lost under the blanket. A funny little noise came from her mouth as she yawned. Lorelai couldn't help but smile at her. Christopher leaned down and kissed her forehead before touching Rory's hand. Rory's fingers closed over his index finger and Christopher smiled. A taxi, outside, honked its horn in one loud burst.
He looked up at Lorelai one more time. "I have to go." He kissed her again. "I'll see you soon. Christmas, maybe?"
"'Sounds great." She smiled.
He walked to the door, her following closely behind him. He opened it before turning back, "bye."
"Bye." Rory began to cry. Lorelai walked around the room, rocking her gently until she fell back asleep. "And then there were two..."
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*Another six weeks later*
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"Rock a bye, baby
On the treetop,
When the wind blows,
The cradle...will...rock..." Lorelai sang, trying to get Rory to fall back asleep. She closed her eyes. Lorelai hummed the rest of the song. She walked around a little then placed her into her crib in the corner of the room, by Lorelai's bed. She hadn't walked three feet before Rory started crying again. Lorelai got the baby bag and the baby sling. She put Rory in a warm outfit. It had gotten significantly cold in the past week. It had snowed two days before and even tonight it was cold. Lorelai loved the snow. The night Rory was born, it snowed (a record low for that time of year). She then got herself ready, put on her hat, coat, and scarf and then adjusted the sling before putting Rory into it. She covered her with the blue blanket from Mia and put two more in the baby bag, just in case, before leaving.
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The streets were quiet. Barely anyone was out even though it was only seven. She guessed it was the cold that kept everyone inside. Every few minutes or so, she checked Rory and placed another blanket on her, if needed, or adjusted her slightly in the sling. Rory was wide-awake, but quiet. She could now smile and did so at Lorelai on occasion. During their walk, she did a few times. It was a cute little smile that made Rory's eyes light up and sparkle, which always prompted a smile from Lorelai. She wished that Christopher was there to see some of it.
The bell above the door to the diner jingled as Lorelai went inside. Luke was at a table in the corner, serving food. He looked up when Lorelai came in and smiled with a little nod to her. She went to the counter and sat down on one of the stools, placing the baby bag next to her.
"Hey." He said, walking over to her.
"Slow night?" She asked, looking around at the almost-empty diner. The people he'd been serving when she walked in were the only other people there.
"The cold is keeping everyone inside," he shrugged. "Is that...?" He asked, looking down at the bundle she was holding.
"Rory. Yes." She hadn't been to the diner since Christopher left. Instead, she'd ordered in food for herself or she'd eaten at the inn when they served a meal. Tonight, she'd been craving coffee. Coffee from Luke's diner. It was the best in town, she'd decided.
"She looks like you."
"If you'd seen her father, you wouldn't really think so. She looks more like him. She has my eyes, but his nose and general face shape..." Lorelai looked at Rory and moved the blanket away from her face. She was blinking slowly and yawning a little. Lorelai hoped that she would finally fall asleep. She looked back up to Luke who was also looking at Rory. When he raised his eyes to meet hers, his somewhat gruff appearance seemed to melt. He was smiling (he did usually smile at Lorelai, but normally he was reserved and quiet which kind of put her off) and there was something bright about his face. She saw something there for a moment before the glow faded and he was just Luke again.
"Coffee?" He asked, picking up a mug from behind him. The only other customers in the diner were standing to leave.
"Uh...yes. Please." He poured some coffee from the pot into her mug and he handed it to her.
"Here ya' go."
"Thanks." She laced her free hand through the handle and mug and took a sip. She looked at it. "You remembered," she smiled.
"Huh?"
"To fill it all the way."
"I guess so." He shrugged.
"Thank you." She said again.
"Yeah...well..." Luke smiled then walked over to the empty table on the other side of the diner.
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A/N: Question(s) for those of you who are reading this: should I keep jumping a month or a month and a half or so and tell you, or does it not matter? What age would you like Rory to be in the next chapter (I mean, what kind of time should I skip-a few weeks, months, years, etc)? Your opinion decides the future of the story, so please read and review. The next chapter should be up in the next week or so.
Also, if you read chapter two, where it said that Taylor was a "governor-hopeful" or whatever I wrote, it's been corrected (Thanks to a reviewer! Thank you, again! :) to "mayor" (as of July 15).
Last but not least, being a Gilmore Girls fan living in Massachusetts, I was able to catch Lauren Graham (Lorelai) in "Once in a Lifetime," a play she has been performing for the last month. I strongly recommend, if she returns next year, that, those of you who can, go see it. I also got the chance to meet her and have her autograph my program. It was very exciting. The run of the play ended yesterday (July 14) at the Williamstown (Massachusetts) Theatre Festival. Again, the play was wonderful and I recommend those of you, who can go, to go next year (especially if she does another play)! :)
Please review! Thanks! I appreaciate it!
Part 3: Hello, Rory Gilmore
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Pairing: Lorelai and Luke
Summary: Luke and Lorelai met in Stars Hollow while Lorelai's pregnant with Rory. Sixteen years later, they've found happiness with each other and the entire past (as fans know it) has been changed (for the better, perhaps :). This is a response to a challenge posted on the Luke and Lorelai Fan Fic group at Yahoo.
Rating: PG 13 (to be safe, for now)
Disclaimer: I do not own or in any way have connection to those that do own the Gilmore Girls.
A/N: There's some Lorelai/Christopher stuff in this chapter (a kiss or two). That's it, though, for now. He won't appear again for a few chapters, at least I don't think he will. Also, it was a little difficult for me to grasp how Lorelai would act during delivery, so if it's out of character or out of touch with the rest of the story, sorry. :) Please review! Thanks!
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*In a hospital in Hartford, 7 weeks later*
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Lorelai cried, loudly. "Pain! Mister...uh...doctor...doctor..." She couldn't remember his name "...you...yes, you...OW! God, this is painful! Can I get some kind of medication here? Maybe some morphine...a little codeine? Anything?"
The doctor looked towards her and was about to say something as Christopher rushed into the room. "Lor? Lor...you haven't had the baby yet, have you?"
"No, you're just in time to see how much physical pain you have brought on me and you get to stand here as I yell and shout and say things like 'why did you do this to me?' 'what the hell were we thinking?' and 'why should I have to push this baby the size of a watermelon out of my body when you were there too!?' "
"Perfect timing then," he smiled. He kissed her forehead and took her hand. Another contraction went through her and she bit her lip until it bled. "Lor...you okay?" He touched her lip with a cloth near him. She pushed it away so she could talk.
"I'd be a whole hell of a lot better if that guy over there, Mr.-I'm-a-doctor-but-of-course-I'm-not-going-to-give-you-any-drugs-to-relieve-you-of-the-discomfort-you-are-feeling-though-that's-my-job!, would give me something! Anything! And you, Chris, need to understand that I am *IN PAIN*! Can I make this anymore clear to you people? I now know why my mother hates me so much!"
Christopher stifled a laugh as the doctor came over to them. "Lorelai, if you'll just roll to your side and curl up as well as you can, I can give you an epidermal which will help with the pain." She did as she was told and rolled back over onto her back when he was finished.
She smiled, now that the medication was helping the pain at least a little. "Now that...*that* is what I'm talking about." She looked over at Chris. "Sorry, I yelled."
He kissed her forehead again. "It was just the pain..."
"Are you staying?"
"Here? Of course...I wouldn't miss our baby's birth."
"I mean, are you staying in Connecticut for a while...longer than just today?"
"My flight home is on Sunday." Christopher's home was now California. The night he and Lorelai had been together was the night before he and his family moved. When his parents had found out that Christopher had fathered the child Lorelai was pregnant with, they decided they would not return the following fall, to Connecticut, as planned. Instead, they would stay in California and begin new social lives where their son's mistake couldn't touch them.
"Oh," she answered. There was another contraction, but she didn't scream out this time. This time, she squeezed his hand tight, her eyes filling with tears. She wasn't sure if she was crying because of the fact that she and her baby would be alone (she had just come to this realization, fully), because of the pain, or both. She turned away from him and allowed the tears to fall, slowly, until one of the doctors walked over to her.
"Lorelai?" She looked up. "Your contractions are close and you're fully dilated. Are you ready to start pushing?" She nodded and took a deep breath as another contraction shook her body. "All right...push!"
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Eighteen minutes later, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was born at 4:03AM on Monday, October 8, 1984. There was silence for a moment, everyone waiting for a cry. When the small baby the nurse was holding finally cried, Lorelai began to cry, too.
Christopher kissed her mouth softly as the nurse handed Lorelai their baby. "She's beautiful," he said, touching her cheek.
"She has your nose." She smiled, looking at him.
"And your eyes."
"Yes."
"Did you choose a name for her?"
"I-I..." she couldn't remember any of the names she'd chosen at that moment. "I don't remember."
"What does she look like to you?"
She looked down at her baby. "I'm not sure. What do you think?"
"This is going to sound weird, but she looks like a 'Lorelai' to me." He said after a moment.
"You want me to name her after me? That could get confusing..." She paused. "But, she does, doesn't she? Lorelai. Lorelai. Lori...Rory..."
"What was that last one?" Christopher asked, suddenly looking up at Lorelai.
"Rory?"
"Yeah. That's pretty. I like it."
"Me too." She smiled. "Rory Gilmore. Lorelai Gilmore... Lorelai *something* Gilmore. She needs a middle name."
"Do you want it to be the same as yours?"
"Not really..."
"Okay, so not Victoria. Lorelai Christine Gilmore." Lorelai wrinkled her nose. "Christina?" He asked, trying to get his own name in there in the female form. She shook her head and he laughed. "Um...A...B..." He went through the alphabet in his head, trying to think of at least one name for each letter. "I got it! Lee."
"Lorelai Lee Gilmore." She looked up. "Can you pass me that pen and paper," she asked, pointing to where they were on a side table. "Thanks. Lore-ah-lie Lee Gil-more," she said, pronouncing the name as she wrote it down. "I don't know...it doesn't look right. It sounds good, but it needs to look good too."
"What about the L-E-I-G-H spelling of it?" She wrote it out then looked to the baby she was holding. "Lorelai Leigh Gilmore." She paused then said it again, slower, letting the words roll off her tongue. "Lorelai...Leigh...Gilmore."
"What do you think?"
"It's her." She smiled. The baby opened its eyes, slowly. "Hello, Rory Gilmore."
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"Do you really have to go?" Lorelai asked. It was Friday night, four days after Rory's birth. Lorelai had gone home to Stars Hollow. Mia was helping her with Rory. Everyone had been very kind since Lorelai's return to the small town. Many people offered to baby-sit and some donated things like diapers, bottles, or baby clothes that had once been worn by their children.
Christopher had called Lorelai's parents and told them of Rory's arrival. Richard was talking to him. In the background, he could hear Emily crying. Lorelai had flatly refused to allow them to come to the hospital. Her mother had practically disowned Lorelai as her daughter when she'd told them of her pregnancy and Lorelai felt that anyone who'd say that had no right to see her daughter (for right now, anyway). End of story.
Christopher had returned to Stars Hollow with Lorelai for the week. His plane left at five Saturday morning, so he was spending his last night in a hotel in Hartford.
"Yes, I really have to go." Christopher answered, quietly. Lorelai was holding the baby. He didn't want to go. If he could have, he'd have stayed forever, right there in that little tool shed behind an inn, with Lorelai and his daughter. But he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. He was seventeen. He was within eight months of graduating high school. He was going to go to college, he hoped. He was going to get a job. Then, he told himself, he'd come back to his "family." He knew that that wasn't necessarily true though. He'd also frowned at responsibility and a part of him (a very small part of him, but still a part) was happy to have gone to California. He could start over there if he wanted. Lorelai knew this and it was why she never asked him to do what she had done: drop out of high school, get a job, and support their child. She wanted him to have a chance in life to make something of himself. She knew that this idea of responsibility wasn't for him. For these reasons, she had refused his proposal of marriage, which had upset her parents even more than they had been when she'd told them she was pregnant with his child. Lorelai knew, had she said yes, they would have divorced or separated within their first five years together. She couldn't put him, their child, or herself through that. It was better this way, she told herself. But all of this didn't stop her from *wishing* he was different and *could* stay and *could* be reliable and that they *could* get married and grow old together and be a family and make it work.
"You'll call?"
"At least, once a week." He confirmed, stepping closer to her.
"And you'll try to come for some holiday or during the summer or something?"
"I'll be on the first plane out." He took another step towards her.
"I love you, Chris." She said, after a moment.
"I love you, too, Lor. I'll always love you." He kissed her lips softly. She reached up in touched his cheek with the fingertips of her free hand. When they drew away from each other, he looked down at his daughter. "She looks so much like you." He paused. "She's beautiful...you're beautiful." She swallowed hard and looked towards their sleeping child. Rory was cuddled close to her mother in a soft blue blanket that Mia had given her. One hand was curled near her face; the other lost under the blanket. A funny little noise came from her mouth as she yawned. Lorelai couldn't help but smile at her. Christopher leaned down and kissed her forehead before touching Rory's hand. Rory's fingers closed over his index finger and Christopher smiled. A taxi, outside, honked its horn in one loud burst.
He looked up at Lorelai one more time. "I have to go." He kissed her again. "I'll see you soon. Christmas, maybe?"
"'Sounds great." She smiled.
He walked to the door, her following closely behind him. He opened it before turning back, "bye."
"Bye." Rory began to cry. Lorelai walked around the room, rocking her gently until she fell back asleep. "And then there were two..."
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*Another six weeks later*
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"Rock a bye, baby
On the treetop,
When the wind blows,
The cradle...will...rock..." Lorelai sang, trying to get Rory to fall back asleep. She closed her eyes. Lorelai hummed the rest of the song. She walked around a little then placed her into her crib in the corner of the room, by Lorelai's bed. She hadn't walked three feet before Rory started crying again. Lorelai got the baby bag and the baby sling. She put Rory in a warm outfit. It had gotten significantly cold in the past week. It had snowed two days before and even tonight it was cold. Lorelai loved the snow. The night Rory was born, it snowed (a record low for that time of year). She then got herself ready, put on her hat, coat, and scarf and then adjusted the sling before putting Rory into it. She covered her with the blue blanket from Mia and put two more in the baby bag, just in case, before leaving.
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The streets were quiet. Barely anyone was out even though it was only seven. She guessed it was the cold that kept everyone inside. Every few minutes or so, she checked Rory and placed another blanket on her, if needed, or adjusted her slightly in the sling. Rory was wide-awake, but quiet. She could now smile and did so at Lorelai on occasion. During their walk, she did a few times. It was a cute little smile that made Rory's eyes light up and sparkle, which always prompted a smile from Lorelai. She wished that Christopher was there to see some of it.
The bell above the door to the diner jingled as Lorelai went inside. Luke was at a table in the corner, serving food. He looked up when Lorelai came in and smiled with a little nod to her. She went to the counter and sat down on one of the stools, placing the baby bag next to her.
"Hey." He said, walking over to her.
"Slow night?" She asked, looking around at the almost-empty diner. The people he'd been serving when she walked in were the only other people there.
"The cold is keeping everyone inside," he shrugged. "Is that...?" He asked, looking down at the bundle she was holding.
"Rory. Yes." She hadn't been to the diner since Christopher left. Instead, she'd ordered in food for herself or she'd eaten at the inn when they served a meal. Tonight, she'd been craving coffee. Coffee from Luke's diner. It was the best in town, she'd decided.
"She looks like you."
"If you'd seen her father, you wouldn't really think so. She looks more like him. She has my eyes, but his nose and general face shape..." Lorelai looked at Rory and moved the blanket away from her face. She was blinking slowly and yawning a little. Lorelai hoped that she would finally fall asleep. She looked back up to Luke who was also looking at Rory. When he raised his eyes to meet hers, his somewhat gruff appearance seemed to melt. He was smiling (he did usually smile at Lorelai, but normally he was reserved and quiet which kind of put her off) and there was something bright about his face. She saw something there for a moment before the glow faded and he was just Luke again.
"Coffee?" He asked, picking up a mug from behind him. The only other customers in the diner were standing to leave.
"Uh...yes. Please." He poured some coffee from the pot into her mug and he handed it to her.
"Here ya' go."
"Thanks." She laced her free hand through the handle and mug and took a sip. She looked at it. "You remembered," she smiled.
"Huh?"
"To fill it all the way."
"I guess so." He shrugged.
"Thank you." She said again.
"Yeah...well..." Luke smiled then walked over to the empty table on the other side of the diner.
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A/N: Question(s) for those of you who are reading this: should I keep jumping a month or a month and a half or so and tell you, or does it not matter? What age would you like Rory to be in the next chapter (I mean, what kind of time should I skip-a few weeks, months, years, etc)? Your opinion decides the future of the story, so please read and review. The next chapter should be up in the next week or so.
Also, if you read chapter two, where it said that Taylor was a "governor-hopeful" or whatever I wrote, it's been corrected (Thanks to a reviewer! Thank you, again! :) to "mayor" (as of July 15).
Last but not least, being a Gilmore Girls fan living in Massachusetts, I was able to catch Lauren Graham (Lorelai) in "Once in a Lifetime," a play she has been performing for the last month. I strongly recommend, if she returns next year, that, those of you who can, go see it. I also got the chance to meet her and have her autograph my program. It was very exciting. The run of the play ended yesterday (July 14) at the Williamstown (Massachusetts) Theatre Festival. Again, the play was wonderful and I recommend those of you, who can go, to go next year (especially if she does another play)! :)
Please review! Thanks! I appreaciate it!
