Title: Always You
Chapter 7: And Again With The Government!
Well, I got absolutely no reviews. I don't know whether that's good or bad. I also don't know whether anyone is even reading this story anymore. That makes me sad. And kinda mad. I'm smad! Sorry. Now I'm stealing my lines from Sookie. I loved her in this week's episode, though. "I'm a whore!" It was wonderful. Anyway, here's the story.
I am so smad about the whole no-reviews-so-I-don't-know-whether-or-not-I'm-writing-crap thing, I wrote another chapter to a story I haven't looked at for, oh, about forever. Life As I Know It. Starts when Lorelai's fifteen and not pregnant, and continue's until she's thirty-two with a sixteen-year-old. Well, it will. And plugging that story to get reviews probably won't work here, because apparently no one is reading this!!! AGH!!! I'M SO SMAD!!!!
Here's the story.
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Lorelai paced around the bathroom for another two minutes. When the timer rang--funny. This was the same timer she'd used the last pregnancy test she'd taken, eighteen years ago. Wow, eighteen. Rory was almost eighteen. Lorelai sighed and walked the few steps to the edge of the sink. She lifted the plastic contraption. With her eyes closed, she shook the stick and breathed deeply a few times.
In. Out. In. Out. In....
Lorelai opened her eyes and immediately they focused on the tiny window. Purple. What the hell did purple mean? She picked up the box from the other edge of the sink. Pink means yes, blue means no, and purple means...what? "We haven't decided yet. We'll let you know soon?" Lorelai sighed disgustedly and threw the test in the trash can and the cardboard box on top of it. She was stupid to use the same brand she'd used the last time. She decided she'd buy a new test, a more accurate test, in the morning. She pulled a long strand of toilet paper off the roll and started ripping the individual sheets. She then crumpled the sheets into balls and threw them on top of the stupid test. She threw the last sheet and walked out of the bathroom, flipping the light off as she went. She put up her remaining tarts of heaven in the refrigerator, threw the non-used fork into the already full sink, flipped off that light, and started upstairs. She crawled underneath Christopher's arm.
"I want a baby," she whispered.
"Okay," he whispered back, holding her tight against him. "Goodnight, Sugar."
Lorelai smiled at the reference from Some Like It Hot. "Goodnight, Daphne."
Christopher chuckled and kissed her hair.
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"I'm going home tomorrow, I'm going home tomorrow," Rory said sing-song into the phone.
"I know, I know," Lane said sing-song back.
"I'm just so excited!"
"I bet you are. Six weeks without your mom, your best friend, or Mr. Perfect."
"Well, he would have left me anyway."
"Stupid boyfriend. Has to go and visit his grandmother."
"Yes, I agree. But anyway, enough about my boyfriend and his family obligations. I need to ask you a favor."
"Gossip?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"It's Stars Hollow. You don't want to be out of touch."
"Exactly."
"Okay, somebody left a banana peel on Taylor's front stoop, and he slipped and fell and is now in an electric wheelchair."
"No way!"
"Yeah. It was actually a few days ago; your mom hasn't told you yet?"
"No, she's been kind of weird the past few days."
"Huh. Okay."
"Have you seen them around town the last few days? My mom and dad, I mean."
"Yeah, I have. They were the resident couple at movie night two days ago."
"Okay. Good."
"Lorelai didn't tell you about Taylor?"
"Nope."
"That's weird."
"More gossip!"
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"Lor?" Chris called as he entered the house. Upstairs in the attic, Lorelai froze.
"Come on, I know you're here! The annoying French guy at the inn said you came home!"
Lorelai silently cursed Michel, vowed she'd fire him tomorrow, and called out, "Attic!" She heard Christopher's footsteps on the stairs, and then his head popped up.
"Hey! What are you doing up here?"
"Nothing. Just pulling some stuff out of storage."
"Yeah? Like what?" Christopher walked completely into the attic and sat down next to Lorelai.
Lorelai's eyes lit up and she pulled something out of her pocket. She looked at it and then back at Chris. "I've been carrying this around for days," she explained. After one final look, she handed over the plastic stick. Chris looked down at the pregnancy test in his hand and the plus sign in the little window.
"Wha--does this mean what I think it means?"
Lorelai nodded, a huge smile on her face. "We're pregnant!"
"Oh, my God!" Chris stood up and hit his head on the sloping roof. "Ah!" He sat back down and pulled Lorelai into a hug. "This is great news!"
"I'm glad you think so."
"Of course I do. It means I can give you this." Chris took something out of his pocket and stared at it for a minute. "I've also been carrying this around for days." He opened it and turned it around to face Lorelai. He watched as she took in the modest diamond set in a white gold band. Her face looked shocked, and then surprised, and finally, delirously happy.
"Does this mean what I think it means?"
Chris nodded, a huge smile on his face. "Will you marry me?"
"Oh, my God! Yes!" Lorelai threw her arms around Christopher again. "This is a wonderful day."
"And Rory's coming home tomorrow afternoon."
"And we have our first doctor's appointment tomorrow morning."
"We do?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, ten. I figure we leave here at nine, get to the doctor's office early, leave by ten-thirty, and go to the airport and wait for Rory."
"That's like five hours early."
"Which means we can waste time in the shops. I love airport shops."
"Okay. We'll be early."
"Yeah, we will!"
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"See? Since the ultrasound machine was broken and we had to spend two hours in an OB-GYN's office, it's already eleven, and we're only four hours early." Lorelai said in the car the next day as they drove from the doctor to the airport.
"Yeah. The only downside is we had to spend two hours in an OB-GYN's office."
"But look at the cute picture!" Lorelai showed one of the many copies of the sonogram picture to Christopher for the fiftieth time. He glanced at it and smiled.
"Yeah, it is a cute picture."
"And we got a movie of our baby too! God, technology is so cool."
"Yep. How far along did he say you were again?"
"Seven weeks and three days."
"And the due date is...?"
"Febuary 11. Three days before Valentine's Day!" Lorelai said giddily.
"Great. That's wonderful."
"I know!"
An hour and a half later, they were wandering through a souvenier shop.
"Everything says Hartford on it." Lorelai complained.
"Gee, imagine that. Now, what town are we in, again?"
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Ooh, a Hartford, Connecticut shot glass!"
"Just perfect for our seventeen-year-old daughter."
"Oh, she won't use it. I might."
"Not with a baby."
"Ugh, I don't want a baby anymore."
"Too late."
"Hey, let's strike up a deal. How about, you carry the baby this time, and deal with the morning sickness, swollen ankles, intense back pain, and no alcohol rule, while I sit back and drink margaritas."
"Because we're in Mexico?"
"No, just Texas. Hey, maybe if I drink enough and start smoking pot without inhaling, I can be president!"
"Won't work."
"Oh, why not?" Lorelai pouted.
"Well, first of all, you have had no extra-marital affairs--"
"That can wait till after I'm in office."
"Oh, right. But your dad hasn't been a president and can't help you out."
"He can be. I haven't moved to Texas yet."
"How are you going to drink enough alcohol and smoke enough pot to be smart enough to be president?"
"Yeah, I guess you can't really lose that many brain cells in one lifetime."
"Yeah. So I guess you'll just have to stay pregnant."
"Ugh. Stupid president."
"I agree. But hey. Maybe I'll be nice and not drink while you're pregnant."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Sure. Besides, being the only drinker in the house really dampens the whole drinking games."
"Ah. Real motives exposed."
Another hour and a half later, they were sitting in chairs near the security check-ins. Bomb/drug-sniffing dogs were patrolling the row of metal detectors, pulling government workers along behind them.
"Give me the gummi bears you bought," Lorelai said to Chris, sticking her hand out.
"Why?" he asked, already digging through his bags to find them.
"You see that cute dog over there?"
"The cute police dog?" Chris asked incredulously.
"Yeah, the cute police dog. He's sitting there all alone and he looks hungry."
Chris, who had just found the gummi bears, hesitated before handing them to Lor. "You're gonna feed gummi bears to an extremely overweight police dog."
"Shush! It's not overweight. Give me the bears." She grabbed the package from him and started creeping towards the dog, sitting all by itself. "Here, doggy doggy doggy doggy. Here, doggy." Lorelai crept under the table the dog was sitting by. "Here, you want some gummi bears? Here, have some gummi bears." Lorelai poured some into her hand and extended it towards the dog. He lapped them up quickly and looked at her with his puppy-dog eyes for more. "Aww, you're such a cutie." She poured more into one hand, petting him with the other. Suddenly someone behind her cleared his throat. She looked and saw a large security guard with a nasty look on his face crouching near her. "Uh, hi. Jim and I here were just getting to know each other."
"Lor? What happened?" Chris asked as she walked towards him a minute later, prodded by the security guard's hand on her shoulder.
"They're very touchy about their dogs." Lor said as she was released and slightly pushed towards Chris.
"I told you not to do that."
"Well, Jim was very nice," she defended herself as they started walking away from the security check-ins.
"Jim?"
"The dog. Jim Belushi was in that movie, K-9, I think, about the policeman and his dog."
"Ahh. I see the connection."
Another hour later, they were standing near the television screens proclaiming departures and arrivals, Lorelai bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
"She's almost here, she's almost here, she's almost here!"
"Yes, she is, yes, she is, yes, she is!" Chris mocked her.
"Is that her? Is that her? Oh, I think that's her!"
"Great!"
"Gilmore!" Lorelai yelled, running towards Rory, ignoring Christopher completely.
"Mom!" Rory yelled, running towards Lorelai. They met in a hug somewhere in the middle, but both the force with which they hit and the combined weight of their bags caused them to topple over and sink into a sitting position on the floor. By the time Chris caught up with them, Lorelai was already showing off the shot glass.
"Oh, cool," Rory announced. Lorelai gazed up at Chris with a look that plainly said 'ha, ha, I'm right again!' in a sing-song voice. Only Lorelai could have a look with a sing-song voice.
"Hey, look who's back," Chris said to his daughter, ignoring Lorelai and her look.
"Dad!" Rory tried to get up, but her bag and Lorelai pushing her knees toward the floor kept her down.
"That's okay. I'll join you." Christopher sat down next to the girls.
"Oh, great, now we'll never get up." Lorelai groaned.
"So did your mother tell you the news?"
"News? No. What news?" Rory looked at her mother.
"First you tell her what you asked me." Lor said to Chris. He nodded and pointed to Lorelai's finger.
"I asked her to marry me."
"And you said yes?" Rory asked. When her mother nodded, she shrieked. "Oh, my God! That's great!" Rory leaned across her and her mother's bags and squeezed Lorelai.
"Yes, it is. The other news is...show her the picture."
"You have the picture."
"No, I don't. You have all of them."
"But I thought I gave it to you."
"They're in your purse."
"Oh, okay." Lorelai started searching through her bags and then turned to Christopher. "You have the bag with my purse in it."
"Oh, yeah." Chris searched through his bags and finally extracted Lorelai's purse. She snatched it from him and started digging through it. Rory just watched all of this with an entertained smile on her face. "A-ha!" Lorelai raised the small pile of pictures in the air and then shoved them at Rory. "That's your baby brother or sister."
"Oh." Rory nodded. And then it hit her. "Really?" She looked between her mother and father, once again with huge smiles on their faces. They both nodded and she shrieked for the second time in the few minutes she'd been home. "Ahhh! I'm never leaving again!" Rory threw her arms around both of her parents.
"Okay," Lorelai and Christopher both agreed.
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A/N: Just in case you haven't already figured it out, I'm a democrat like Lorelai and Rory. Now, Dubya's our prez, but since we live in America I don't have to like him. As a matter of fact, earlier this year in a paper for a national contest I called him a 'dumb hick from Texas who cheated his way into the Oval Office.' I didn't win.
Chapter 7: And Again With The Government!
Well, I got absolutely no reviews. I don't know whether that's good or bad. I also don't know whether anyone is even reading this story anymore. That makes me sad. And kinda mad. I'm smad! Sorry. Now I'm stealing my lines from Sookie. I loved her in this week's episode, though. "I'm a whore!" It was wonderful. Anyway, here's the story.
I am so smad about the whole no-reviews-so-I-don't-know-whether-or-not-I'm-writing-crap thing, I wrote another chapter to a story I haven't looked at for, oh, about forever. Life As I Know It. Starts when Lorelai's fifteen and not pregnant, and continue's until she's thirty-two with a sixteen-year-old. Well, it will. And plugging that story to get reviews probably won't work here, because apparently no one is reading this!!! AGH!!! I'M SO SMAD!!!!
Here's the story.
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Lorelai paced around the bathroom for another two minutes. When the timer rang--funny. This was the same timer she'd used the last pregnancy test she'd taken, eighteen years ago. Wow, eighteen. Rory was almost eighteen. Lorelai sighed and walked the few steps to the edge of the sink. She lifted the plastic contraption. With her eyes closed, she shook the stick and breathed deeply a few times.
In. Out. In. Out. In....
Lorelai opened her eyes and immediately they focused on the tiny window. Purple. What the hell did purple mean? She picked up the box from the other edge of the sink. Pink means yes, blue means no, and purple means...what? "We haven't decided yet. We'll let you know soon?" Lorelai sighed disgustedly and threw the test in the trash can and the cardboard box on top of it. She was stupid to use the same brand she'd used the last time. She decided she'd buy a new test, a more accurate test, in the morning. She pulled a long strand of toilet paper off the roll and started ripping the individual sheets. She then crumpled the sheets into balls and threw them on top of the stupid test. She threw the last sheet and walked out of the bathroom, flipping the light off as she went. She put up her remaining tarts of heaven in the refrigerator, threw the non-used fork into the already full sink, flipped off that light, and started upstairs. She crawled underneath Christopher's arm.
"I want a baby," she whispered.
"Okay," he whispered back, holding her tight against him. "Goodnight, Sugar."
Lorelai smiled at the reference from Some Like It Hot. "Goodnight, Daphne."
Christopher chuckled and kissed her hair.
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"I'm going home tomorrow, I'm going home tomorrow," Rory said sing-song into the phone.
"I know, I know," Lane said sing-song back.
"I'm just so excited!"
"I bet you are. Six weeks without your mom, your best friend, or Mr. Perfect."
"Well, he would have left me anyway."
"Stupid boyfriend. Has to go and visit his grandmother."
"Yes, I agree. But anyway, enough about my boyfriend and his family obligations. I need to ask you a favor."
"Gossip?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"It's Stars Hollow. You don't want to be out of touch."
"Exactly."
"Okay, somebody left a banana peel on Taylor's front stoop, and he slipped and fell and is now in an electric wheelchair."
"No way!"
"Yeah. It was actually a few days ago; your mom hasn't told you yet?"
"No, she's been kind of weird the past few days."
"Huh. Okay."
"Have you seen them around town the last few days? My mom and dad, I mean."
"Yeah, I have. They were the resident couple at movie night two days ago."
"Okay. Good."
"Lorelai didn't tell you about Taylor?"
"Nope."
"That's weird."
"More gossip!"
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"Lor?" Chris called as he entered the house. Upstairs in the attic, Lorelai froze.
"Come on, I know you're here! The annoying French guy at the inn said you came home!"
Lorelai silently cursed Michel, vowed she'd fire him tomorrow, and called out, "Attic!" She heard Christopher's footsteps on the stairs, and then his head popped up.
"Hey! What are you doing up here?"
"Nothing. Just pulling some stuff out of storage."
"Yeah? Like what?" Christopher walked completely into the attic and sat down next to Lorelai.
Lorelai's eyes lit up and she pulled something out of her pocket. She looked at it and then back at Chris. "I've been carrying this around for days," she explained. After one final look, she handed over the plastic stick. Chris looked down at the pregnancy test in his hand and the plus sign in the little window.
"Wha--does this mean what I think it means?"
Lorelai nodded, a huge smile on her face. "We're pregnant!"
"Oh, my God!" Chris stood up and hit his head on the sloping roof. "Ah!" He sat back down and pulled Lorelai into a hug. "This is great news!"
"I'm glad you think so."
"Of course I do. It means I can give you this." Chris took something out of his pocket and stared at it for a minute. "I've also been carrying this around for days." He opened it and turned it around to face Lorelai. He watched as she took in the modest diamond set in a white gold band. Her face looked shocked, and then surprised, and finally, delirously happy.
"Does this mean what I think it means?"
Chris nodded, a huge smile on his face. "Will you marry me?"
"Oh, my God! Yes!" Lorelai threw her arms around Christopher again. "This is a wonderful day."
"And Rory's coming home tomorrow afternoon."
"And we have our first doctor's appointment tomorrow morning."
"We do?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, ten. I figure we leave here at nine, get to the doctor's office early, leave by ten-thirty, and go to the airport and wait for Rory."
"That's like five hours early."
"Which means we can waste time in the shops. I love airport shops."
"Okay. We'll be early."
"Yeah, we will!"
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"See? Since the ultrasound machine was broken and we had to spend two hours in an OB-GYN's office, it's already eleven, and we're only four hours early." Lorelai said in the car the next day as they drove from the doctor to the airport.
"Yeah. The only downside is we had to spend two hours in an OB-GYN's office."
"But look at the cute picture!" Lorelai showed one of the many copies of the sonogram picture to Christopher for the fiftieth time. He glanced at it and smiled.
"Yeah, it is a cute picture."
"And we got a movie of our baby too! God, technology is so cool."
"Yep. How far along did he say you were again?"
"Seven weeks and three days."
"And the due date is...?"
"Febuary 11. Three days before Valentine's Day!" Lorelai said giddily.
"Great. That's wonderful."
"I know!"
An hour and a half later, they were wandering through a souvenier shop.
"Everything says Hartford on it." Lorelai complained.
"Gee, imagine that. Now, what town are we in, again?"
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Ooh, a Hartford, Connecticut shot glass!"
"Just perfect for our seventeen-year-old daughter."
"Oh, she won't use it. I might."
"Not with a baby."
"Ugh, I don't want a baby anymore."
"Too late."
"Hey, let's strike up a deal. How about, you carry the baby this time, and deal with the morning sickness, swollen ankles, intense back pain, and no alcohol rule, while I sit back and drink margaritas."
"Because we're in Mexico?"
"No, just Texas. Hey, maybe if I drink enough and start smoking pot without inhaling, I can be president!"
"Won't work."
"Oh, why not?" Lorelai pouted.
"Well, first of all, you have had no extra-marital affairs--"
"That can wait till after I'm in office."
"Oh, right. But your dad hasn't been a president and can't help you out."
"He can be. I haven't moved to Texas yet."
"How are you going to drink enough alcohol and smoke enough pot to be smart enough to be president?"
"Yeah, I guess you can't really lose that many brain cells in one lifetime."
"Yeah. So I guess you'll just have to stay pregnant."
"Ugh. Stupid president."
"I agree. But hey. Maybe I'll be nice and not drink while you're pregnant."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Sure. Besides, being the only drinker in the house really dampens the whole drinking games."
"Ah. Real motives exposed."
Another hour and a half later, they were sitting in chairs near the security check-ins. Bomb/drug-sniffing dogs were patrolling the row of metal detectors, pulling government workers along behind them.
"Give me the gummi bears you bought," Lorelai said to Chris, sticking her hand out.
"Why?" he asked, already digging through his bags to find them.
"You see that cute dog over there?"
"The cute police dog?" Chris asked incredulously.
"Yeah, the cute police dog. He's sitting there all alone and he looks hungry."
Chris, who had just found the gummi bears, hesitated before handing them to Lor. "You're gonna feed gummi bears to an extremely overweight police dog."
"Shush! It's not overweight. Give me the bears." She grabbed the package from him and started creeping towards the dog, sitting all by itself. "Here, doggy doggy doggy doggy. Here, doggy." Lorelai crept under the table the dog was sitting by. "Here, you want some gummi bears? Here, have some gummi bears." Lorelai poured some into her hand and extended it towards the dog. He lapped them up quickly and looked at her with his puppy-dog eyes for more. "Aww, you're such a cutie." She poured more into one hand, petting him with the other. Suddenly someone behind her cleared his throat. She looked and saw a large security guard with a nasty look on his face crouching near her. "Uh, hi. Jim and I here were just getting to know each other."
"Lor? What happened?" Chris asked as she walked towards him a minute later, prodded by the security guard's hand on her shoulder.
"They're very touchy about their dogs." Lor said as she was released and slightly pushed towards Chris.
"I told you not to do that."
"Well, Jim was very nice," she defended herself as they started walking away from the security check-ins.
"Jim?"
"The dog. Jim Belushi was in that movie, K-9, I think, about the policeman and his dog."
"Ahh. I see the connection."
Another hour later, they were standing near the television screens proclaiming departures and arrivals, Lorelai bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
"She's almost here, she's almost here, she's almost here!"
"Yes, she is, yes, she is, yes, she is!" Chris mocked her.
"Is that her? Is that her? Oh, I think that's her!"
"Great!"
"Gilmore!" Lorelai yelled, running towards Rory, ignoring Christopher completely.
"Mom!" Rory yelled, running towards Lorelai. They met in a hug somewhere in the middle, but both the force with which they hit and the combined weight of their bags caused them to topple over and sink into a sitting position on the floor. By the time Chris caught up with them, Lorelai was already showing off the shot glass.
"Oh, cool," Rory announced. Lorelai gazed up at Chris with a look that plainly said 'ha, ha, I'm right again!' in a sing-song voice. Only Lorelai could have a look with a sing-song voice.
"Hey, look who's back," Chris said to his daughter, ignoring Lorelai and her look.
"Dad!" Rory tried to get up, but her bag and Lorelai pushing her knees toward the floor kept her down.
"That's okay. I'll join you." Christopher sat down next to the girls.
"Oh, great, now we'll never get up." Lorelai groaned.
"So did your mother tell you the news?"
"News? No. What news?" Rory looked at her mother.
"First you tell her what you asked me." Lor said to Chris. He nodded and pointed to Lorelai's finger.
"I asked her to marry me."
"And you said yes?" Rory asked. When her mother nodded, she shrieked. "Oh, my God! That's great!" Rory leaned across her and her mother's bags and squeezed Lorelai.
"Yes, it is. The other news is...show her the picture."
"You have the picture."
"No, I don't. You have all of them."
"But I thought I gave it to you."
"They're in your purse."
"Oh, okay." Lorelai started searching through her bags and then turned to Christopher. "You have the bag with my purse in it."
"Oh, yeah." Chris searched through his bags and finally extracted Lorelai's purse. She snatched it from him and started digging through it. Rory just watched all of this with an entertained smile on her face. "A-ha!" Lorelai raised the small pile of pictures in the air and then shoved them at Rory. "That's your baby brother or sister."
"Oh." Rory nodded. And then it hit her. "Really?" She looked between her mother and father, once again with huge smiles on their faces. They both nodded and she shrieked for the second time in the few minutes she'd been home. "Ahhh! I'm never leaving again!" Rory threw her arms around both of her parents.
"Okay," Lorelai and Christopher both agreed.
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A/N: Just in case you haven't already figured it out, I'm a democrat like Lorelai and Rory. Now, Dubya's our prez, but since we live in America I don't have to like him. As a matter of fact, earlier this year in a paper for a national contest I called him a 'dumb hick from Texas who cheated his way into the Oval Office.' I didn't win.