Disclaimer: All characters belong to ASP. The only thing that's mine is this short ficlet. Please don't sue.
Dedication: To all my wacky friends! Thanks for believing in me!
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Lorelai Gilmore had come to one of her greatest conclusions.
She was happy, free, and chipper.
Hell, forget it, she was old.
Her granddaughter, Lorelai Jemma Mariano-Gilmore, whom everyone lovingly called Jemma, had decided to cry through the night, and sleep all day.
"Not the way I planned to spend my night, kid," she said to the child.
She heard the front door open.
And not the way I wanted this day to start, she thought as she saw Rory walk through the front door.
Jess Mariano, the infamous, the one and only, the father of the baby girl in the bassinet, was back in town. Lorelai decided she'd be damned before she let him go near Rory, or Jemma.
"Hey, Mom," Rory greeted.
Lorelai forced a smile. "Hey, kid."
"How's my little one?" Rory asked, making her way over to the small child.
"Cried all night, and sleeping right now." A pause. "I thought you weren't coming back until later today?"
"Bad party, missing my little one," Rory replied, now picking Jemma up and cradling her.
Jemma put up a small fuss, then, realizing it was her mother, went back to sleep.
Rory smiled, holding Jemma. "Hey, pretty girl. How about Luke's?"
Lorelai paused. "Uh, I think he's closed today."
"Mom, it's a Saturday morning, Luke's is never closed on a Saturday morning," Rory said.
"He became religious, yeah, and… uh… then he decided to stop giving me coffee." She couldn't think.
"You're a horrible liar, mom," Rory replied.
Lorelai sighed. "I really, really, don't think it's a good idea, Rory."
"Why not? It's not like…" Rory stopped.
Rory looked to her mother, a twinkle in her eyes showing how much she did -- and yet, didn't -- want this to be true.
Lorelai forced a smile. "No one expected it. He surprised Luke, which is surprising in and of itself."
"I guess Jemma and I should stay here, or you stay here with her and I'll go," Rory said. "I haven't seen Luke in a while."
"Well, you'll see him when he gets here," she countered.
Rory looked at her mother. "Mom."
"Okay, go on," her mother relented.
Rory smiled, gently handing Jemma back to her mother, and making her way out the door.
Lorelai watched her daughter. "God help you, Jess, you better not hurt her."
Dedication: To all my wacky friends! Thanks for believing in me!
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Lorelai Gilmore had come to one of her greatest conclusions.
She was happy, free, and chipper.
Hell, forget it, she was old.
Her granddaughter, Lorelai Jemma Mariano-Gilmore, whom everyone lovingly called Jemma, had decided to cry through the night, and sleep all day.
"Not the way I planned to spend my night, kid," she said to the child.
She heard the front door open.
And not the way I wanted this day to start, she thought as she saw Rory walk through the front door.
Jess Mariano, the infamous, the one and only, the father of the baby girl in the bassinet, was back in town. Lorelai decided she'd be damned before she let him go near Rory, or Jemma.
"Hey, Mom," Rory greeted.
Lorelai forced a smile. "Hey, kid."
"How's my little one?" Rory asked, making her way over to the small child.
"Cried all night, and sleeping right now." A pause. "I thought you weren't coming back until later today?"
"Bad party, missing my little one," Rory replied, now picking Jemma up and cradling her.
Jemma put up a small fuss, then, realizing it was her mother, went back to sleep.
Rory smiled, holding Jemma. "Hey, pretty girl. How about Luke's?"
Lorelai paused. "Uh, I think he's closed today."
"Mom, it's a Saturday morning, Luke's is never closed on a Saturday morning," Rory said.
"He became religious, yeah, and… uh… then he decided to stop giving me coffee." She couldn't think.
"You're a horrible liar, mom," Rory replied.
Lorelai sighed. "I really, really, don't think it's a good idea, Rory."
"Why not? It's not like…" Rory stopped.
Rory looked to her mother, a twinkle in her eyes showing how much she did -- and yet, didn't -- want this to be true.
Lorelai forced a smile. "No one expected it. He surprised Luke, which is surprising in and of itself."
"I guess Jemma and I should stay here, or you stay here with her and I'll go," Rory said. "I haven't seen Luke in a while."
"Well, you'll see him when he gets here," she countered.
Rory looked at her mother. "Mom."
"Okay, go on," her mother relented.
Rory smiled, gently handing Jemma back to her mother, and making her way out the door.
Lorelai watched her daughter. "God help you, Jess, you better not hurt her."