Title: What Sam Says
Chapter 2: The First Words
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: I'm continuing. It's still weird.
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Rory sighed as she looked around her car. It seemed so small with the top up, and all her crap in the backseat. She pushed the button that caused the top to go back down, and shivered a little as the cool air hit her completely. She turned the heater off—it was useless now. Sam continued singing, and Rory's stomach continued growling, so finally she pulled off to the side of the road and got out of the car. She popped the trunk and dug through a few bags before finally coming up with an unopened package of Chips Ahoy cookies; she tore open the package and the first bag and stuffed three in her mouth.
"Happy now?" she asked her stomach, carrying the cookies back to the car and getting back in. She drove fifteen feet before she realized the trunk was open, and she got back out of the car, picked up the few bags that had spilled out, and closed the trunk.
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Lorelai leaned against her front door, refusing to cry as the tears burned the back of her eyelids. She continued squeezing her eyes shut as tight as she could, but eventually a tear leaked out, revealing her, so she pushed herself off of the door and headed upstairs, disgusted with herself. As she kicked off her shoes and slid into bed, she glanced out the window—quickly—and noticed the snow. Another tear leaked out and she buried her head deep into her pillow, hoping that in the morning it wouldn't be soaked.
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Rory pulled up to the most familiar house in the world. All of the lights were off…well, she'd suspected that as soon as she'd driven into the snow. Rory was a little sad—one of the first emotions she'd really felt in a long time—because she'd made a promise to her mother, and hadn't even been able to keep it. She leaned into the backseat, grabbed her bag, and left the car, shutting the door softly behind her, so as not to wake up the town.
As the snow settled into her hair, Rory tried to pull her coat tighter around her, and wished once again that she could button it. But she couldn't, and she'd just have to get over it, she told herself. She walked up the porch steps, and then tried the doorknob, surprised that it was locked. She looked around for the turtle the key was kept in, but it had disappeared, so she shrugged and rang the doorbell.
The lights in the upstairs bedroom came on, and soon Rory heard her mother coming down the stairs, groaning as she ran into things in the dark. Finally, she reached the door, and unlocked it, not pausing to see who it was first. She pulled open the door and almost fell down in shock as she looked upon her daughter for the first time in almost a year.
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Rory's beautiful long brown hair had been chopped off haphazardly, and hung around her chin in slightly different lengths. She was wearing a dark blue—or black, Lorelai couldn't tell in the dark—light jacket, not buttoned over her waist.
And her waist. It was obviously at least five months pregnant, only slightly showy, but definitely pregnant. Lorelai's eyes focused on her daughter's pregnant stomach for only a few moments, before looking back into Rory's eyes. She wracked her brain to say something, anything, to her daughter.
"You're wearing overalls?"
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Rory laughed slightly at her mother's first words to her in six months, and then stopped, remembering why she hadn't seen her mother in that long. She looked away from her mother and gazed down at the floor of the porch, focusing on the wood.
Lorelai stared at her daughter, amazed that she was here, amazed that she had shown up, amazed that she'd chopped her hair off, amazed that she was…pregnant…. Lorelai gulped, freaked once again, but now at the fact that her baby was going to have a baby….
And whose was it? Lorelai had a slight idea, but she almost hoped that it wasn't him, that Rory wasn't connected to him in anyway, because she knew, in the bottom of her soul, that if Rory was still connected to him, it could only mean bad things.
But then Lorelai thought over the things that had happened since Rory had met him, and focused on the fact that this was the first contact in six months, so hopefully he was gone, and that's why she'd contacted her.
"Come in," Lorelai said in a motherly tone of voice, thrilled that she could be motherly again, and stepped aside to let her daughter in.
"Thank you," Rory said, sounding like a guest in her mother's own home. Lorelai was a little sad at this, but tried to hide it by shaking her head.
"Let's go sit on the couch. Reminisce."
"Okay," Rory said quietly. "But…what about the snow?"
Lorelai shook her head again. "I've seen it before."
Rory realized the impact of these words and nodded.
"Okay," she repeated, following her mother into the living room.
