Lorelai slowly opened the door after arriving home from the most romantic
evening of her life. Her brow wrinkled as she noticed her bouquet of roses
hadn't been put in water. She tiptoed into the kitchen and saw the vase
still in the sink. She quietly filled it with water and put her flowers in
it. Peeking into Rory's bedroom after placing the flowers on the table,
Lorelai noticed Rory's bed was unmade but empty. She turned around and
walked to the living room. Rory was covered up by a blanket, sleeping
soundly on the couch. Next to her was a book. Lorelai smiled, thinking of
the many nights over the years that Rory had fallen asleep reading. She
kissed her daughter and was about to turn off the lamp when she noticed two
empty mugs on opposite sides of the couch.
"No, Rory, you're smarter than that. You can't!" she whispered in shock.
With a heavy heart and tears in her eyes, Lorelai turned off the light and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She dropped into her bed and fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning, Rory woke up early, made some coffee, and wrote a note to her mother saying she was going on a walk and didn't know when she'd be back. She walked out the door and paused on the porch; breathing in the steaming coffee she loved so much.
"Rory," came a whisper. Rory jumped out of her peaceful daze.
"Dean? What are you doing here? It's 8:00! My mom's home!" Rory pushed him out of clear view of the house, behind a tree.
"Rory, Lindsey went to the doctor last night. She didn't want me to know." It was then Rory noticed how awful Dean looked. His eyes were red and a little swollen, and he looked as if he'd been up the whole night. "Rory, she's pregnant."
Rory's knees gave in. "What?!"
"But Rory, it's not mine. We haven't...I mean, Lindsey and I never..."Dean tried to explain.
"What?! Dean, what about your wedding night?" Rory asked incredulously, her mouth hanging open. Dean shook his head. "So what are you going to do? Do you know whose it is? I mean, jeez, a baby. Are you ready? Is she ready?"
"Rory, I don't know! I don't know anything! I don't even know if I'm ready for us anymore!" Dean shouted. "I've gotta go."
"Dean! Please!"
"No, Rory, I can't do this right now. I'll call you when I figure out what I'm doing with my life," Dean said and ran out of Rory's sight, possibly forever.
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"No, Rory, you're smarter than that. You can't!" she whispered in shock.
With a heavy heart and tears in her eyes, Lorelai turned off the light and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She dropped into her bed and fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning, Rory woke up early, made some coffee, and wrote a note to her mother saying she was going on a walk and didn't know when she'd be back. She walked out the door and paused on the porch; breathing in the steaming coffee she loved so much.
"Rory," came a whisper. Rory jumped out of her peaceful daze.
"Dean? What are you doing here? It's 8:00! My mom's home!" Rory pushed him out of clear view of the house, behind a tree.
"Rory, Lindsey went to the doctor last night. She didn't want me to know." It was then Rory noticed how awful Dean looked. His eyes were red and a little swollen, and he looked as if he'd been up the whole night. "Rory, she's pregnant."
Rory's knees gave in. "What?!"
"But Rory, it's not mine. We haven't...I mean, Lindsey and I never..."Dean tried to explain.
"What?! Dean, what about your wedding night?" Rory asked incredulously, her mouth hanging open. Dean shook his head. "So what are you going to do? Do you know whose it is? I mean, jeez, a baby. Are you ready? Is she ready?"
"Rory, I don't know! I don't know anything! I don't even know if I'm ready for us anymore!" Dean shouted. "I've gotta go."
"Dean! Please!"
"No, Rory, I can't do this right now. I'll call you when I figure out what I'm doing with my life," Dean said and ran out of Rory's sight, possibly forever.
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