Rory was still crying, leaning against the wall when Lorelei got home. Her tears were quiet, her sobs unheard, but Lorelei knew she was crying, and as a mother knew that Tristan had done something. Lorelei hugged Rory, and handed her a huge cub of Luke's special blend of coffee, that he had sent over especially for her. Word was starting to spread in the small town that Rory was back home. Rumors and whispers of why were discussed.
Over a week, Lorelei found out what had happened. Rory didn't leave the house, but was kept alive with tubs of Godiva ice cream and thousands of mugs full of coffee. Tristan called the house 17 times, Lorelei hung up each of them.
Rory was emailed a new assignment from Manhattan. A piece on pre-marital sex, and teens who abstain. She started crying when she saw it, but she wasn't about to let Tristan interrupt her professional work, and she promised to make this the best piece ever.
Rory spent 3 weeks with her mother. She worked hard, watched movies, drank coffee, and even occasionally ventured out, but only to go to Luke's. She became strong, and started (slowly) getting over Tristan. It was a quiet day, with light rain, her mother at the inn, when Rory realized that she had skipped a period. The realization hit her suddenly, and with no apparent reason. She didn't know what to do. She had to know, knowledge was power, no matter if the knowledge would kill her or not. The worrying would eat her alive. She couldn't simply walk to the market, and buy a pregnancy test. Soon the whole town would know, and she couldn't have that. She found her keys, and drove to Hartford. She ducked into a crowded Super Wal-Mart. She bought the "EPT" error proof test. The results would be correct, or at least that's what the box said. She bought some Twizzlers and Skittles and walked slowly to the "Speedy" checkout. The lady didn't give her a funny look with the test, but Rory felt as though everybody was staring at her. She grabbed her bag and hurried through to her car.
She had to know now. This could change her life. She carried the Wal-Mart bag into a small public restroom, which was empty. She followed the instructions, and then waited, praying that only one line would appear. She was breathing hard, her head felt faint, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Three Minutes. Only three minutes and Rory would know the truth. At 11:37, one pink line appeared, and Rory breathed easily. But then a second line appeared. Lorelei Leigh Gilmore was pregnant.
She half expected the line to disappear again, for it to all be a mistake, but it didn't. She sat stunned, in wild disbelief that this had happened to her. She was supposed to be happily married, and anxious for a little baby. Not single, and recovering from an awful ending to a relationship. She didn't want to have Tristan's baby. She wanted to die. She threw away the test and drove home, the street blending in with its surroundings, her tears clogging her view. She stumbled into her home, and fell onto the couch, her tears blinding her.
Lorelei got home from a stressful day at work. She was eager to enjoy the day with Rory, maybe they could de-stress with Willy Wonka. But Rory was on the couch, crying. Lorelei woke her. Lorelei didn't say a word, but through tears Rory whispered to the only person in the world that she fully trusted. "Mom, I'm Pregnant."
I know this is a really short chapter! Sorry. The next chapter will be here soon!
-Desire