Thanks for the reviews! New chapter! He's back…
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Rory woke up early that morning and poured herself a cup of coffee. She made her way over to Jemma's room, added onto the Gilmore house the summer before. She looked at Jemma's nightstand and smiled at the picture she saw. It was Tristan, holding Jemma with his arm around Rory, they were smiling.
Tristan DuGrey. The boy who'd tormented her for so long in high school, was now her fiancé. Surprisingly, she was happier than ever.
Rory knelt beside Jemma's bed. "Jemma, sweetie, it's time to wake up."
Jemma stretched and looked up at her mother. "Momma? Is Tristan back?"
Rory smiled and shook her head. "Not yet. He'll be here tomorrow to pick you up from daycare."
Jemma giggled and quickly got out of bed. Rory was surprised that Jemma, at the age of four, wanted to go to daycare, but Jemma was different.
Of course, Jemma was raised by Emily Gilmore, her strict yet loving great-grandmother, Richard Gilmore, the kind, caring great-grandfather, Lorelai Gilmore, her coffee-crazed fun loving grandmother, Luke Danes, the health nut grandfather, and Rory. Of course, she was also raised by the town of Stars Hollow.
Rory smiled as Jemma struggled to put her shirt on. "Hold on, babe, let me help you."
Jemma stopped struggling, her hands raised over her head. "Okay."
Rory laughed, gently tugging the shirt down over Jemma's head and making sure the sleeves weren't messed up.
"Alright, babe, ready?" Rory asked.
Jemma nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I can't wait to see Ms. Patty."
Rory rolled her eyes as she watched Jemma make her way over to the door. Rory hated to admit it, but Jemma looked like Jess more and more each day.
"Come on, Mom!" Jemma squealed.
Rory smiled, grabbing her keys, and she walked out the door, Jemma following close behind.
"Yay!" Jemma exclaimed.
Rory picked Jemma up and hugged her. "You're a sweetheart, baby girl."
Jemma smiled. "I know that. Can we go get coffee?"
Rory nodded. Jemma had also inherited her mother and grandmother's love for coffee, much to the dismay of Luke, who had married Lorelai on Jemma's second birthday. They were, in every essence, just like an old married couple.
"Come on, Mom! I want coffee!" Jemma squealed.
Rory laughed and opened Jemma's car door. She made sure Jemma was safe and secure in the backseat and then got into the car. Then, they made their way to Luke's.
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Jess Mariano parked his car on the street across from Luke's Diner. He looked at the building, not wanting to go in, but knowing he had to.
California had been good to him, but he'd moved to Austin, Texas soon after leaving Stars Hollow. He'd managed to complete three years at the University of Texas, and upon summer break, he'd started driving back to Connecticut.
Now here he was, and all he wanted to do was find Rory, and hold her and tell her he'd never leave again. But he knew Rory, and knew she wouldn't be that forgiving.
Jess sighed, and willed himself to walk into the diner. Much his to dismay, Luke was standing at the counter.
"Jess." Luke sighed. "What is it now?"
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Rory got out of her car and made her way to the back to get Jemma. "Hey, baby girl, come on. Let's get you some coffee."
Jemma smiled. "Yay!"
Rory got Jemma out of the car and watched her run inside. She turned to her right and saw Dean and Paris walking down the sidewalk.
"Hey, you two. I thought the honeymoon wasn't over until Saturday," Rory stated.
Paris smiled. "We missed Stars Hollow too much."
Rory nodded. "Understandable."
"Yeah, well, we better get going. I'll be by later to take Jemma so you can go get Tristan," Paris said.
"Thanks, Paris, really. I'll see you two later," Rory replied.
"Bye," Dean said, and he and Paris made their way down the street to Doose's.
Jemma ran outside to her mother.
"Momma?" Jemma asked.
"Yes, sweetie?" Rory turned around.
"Who's that? Grandpa Luke looks mad." Jemma giggled.
Rory looked behind her. "Oh, God."
"Momma?" Jemma asked.
"Uh, sweetie, how about if you go get you and me some coffee. Uh, Babette?" Rory asked.
"Yeah, sugar?" Babette replied.
"Could you go in with Jemma to get some coffee? I need to make a phone call," Rory struggled to say.
"Sure thing, sugar. Come on, Jemma, sweetie," Babette said, taking Jemma's hand.
Rory got into the car and stared ahead. She was breathing hard, and didn't know what to do.
"Jess." She sighed. "God, what is it now?"
Babette and Jemma came out moments later, and Babette gave Rory a sympathetic smile.
"Here she is, safe and sound with two coffees and two danishes. Luke said it was on the house," Babette said.
Rory nodded, running her fingers through her hair. "Thanks, Babette."
Babette nodded and walked down the street to her own car.
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Rory sat down in the corner, shaking violently.
Ms. Patty, the all knowing, had volunteered to take Jemma home, knowing Rory wouldn't be okay enough to come and get her.
Lorelai made her way into the kitchen and sorted through the mail. She heard the door slam and then heard the giggling of Jemma.
"Grandma!" Jemma squealed.
Lorelai bent down to pick up Jemma. "Hey, crazy kid."
"Watch me!" Jemma exclaimed, making a face like she was mad. "I'm Grandpa Luke!"
Lorelai laughed. "Rory, this kid has talent. Rory?"
Rory looked up at her mother, tears staining her cheeks. "He… he came back."
Lorelai's eyes widened. "Oh, God."
Lorelai bent down and pulled her daughter close to her. Rory started crying, and Jemma, sensing something was wrong, quietly made her way to her room to color.
"It's okay. It'll be fine," Lorelai soothed. "If Dean finds out he's here, he'll beat him up."
Rory couldn't stop crying. She needed to see Tristan, even thought it was only so she could forget the love she still carried for Jess.
She stood up slowly, and, drying her tears, made her way over to Jemma's room.
"Hey, babe," Rory said. "What're you doing?"
Jemma stared intently at the paper in front of her. "Coloring."
"Really? Let me see," Rory urged, sitting down next to her.
"Mommy?" Jemma asked, setting the crayon down. "Why are you sad?"
Rory smiled at Jemma. "I'm not sad. It's just been a hectic day, you know?"
Jemma nodded. "Yeah. When is Aunt Paris and Uncle Dean coming to get me?"
"In about an hour, so how about if we pack your things?" Rory asked.
Jemma smiled and nodded excitedly. "Okay!"
Rory went over to the closet and got Jemma's things out.
And on the porch of the house, Lorelai was talking to Jess.
"What are you doing here, Jess?" Lorelai asked. "Is it Rory?"
Jess stared at the ground, not wanting to answer.
"Great." Lorelai sighed. "I thought you were over her."
Jess shook his head. "I… I love her too much to let go."
"And what, Jess, brought on this sudden want to come back after -- what is it now -- four years?" Lorelai questioned.
Jess looked at the ground, and, not answering, walked away.
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Rory woke up early that morning and poured herself a cup of coffee. She made her way over to Jemma's room, added onto the Gilmore house the summer before. She looked at Jemma's nightstand and smiled at the picture she saw. It was Tristan, holding Jemma with his arm around Rory, they were smiling.
Tristan DuGrey. The boy who'd tormented her for so long in high school, was now her fiancé. Surprisingly, she was happier than ever.
Rory knelt beside Jemma's bed. "Jemma, sweetie, it's time to wake up."
Jemma stretched and looked up at her mother. "Momma? Is Tristan back?"
Rory smiled and shook her head. "Not yet. He'll be here tomorrow to pick you up from daycare."
Jemma giggled and quickly got out of bed. Rory was surprised that Jemma, at the age of four, wanted to go to daycare, but Jemma was different.
Of course, Jemma was raised by Emily Gilmore, her strict yet loving great-grandmother, Richard Gilmore, the kind, caring great-grandfather, Lorelai Gilmore, her coffee-crazed fun loving grandmother, Luke Danes, the health nut grandfather, and Rory. Of course, she was also raised by the town of Stars Hollow.
Rory smiled as Jemma struggled to put her shirt on. "Hold on, babe, let me help you."
Jemma stopped struggling, her hands raised over her head. "Okay."
Rory laughed, gently tugging the shirt down over Jemma's head and making sure the sleeves weren't messed up.
"Alright, babe, ready?" Rory asked.
Jemma nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I can't wait to see Ms. Patty."
Rory rolled her eyes as she watched Jemma make her way over to the door. Rory hated to admit it, but Jemma looked like Jess more and more each day.
"Come on, Mom!" Jemma squealed.
Rory smiled, grabbing her keys, and she walked out the door, Jemma following close behind.
"Yay!" Jemma exclaimed.
Rory picked Jemma up and hugged her. "You're a sweetheart, baby girl."
Jemma smiled. "I know that. Can we go get coffee?"
Rory nodded. Jemma had also inherited her mother and grandmother's love for coffee, much to the dismay of Luke, who had married Lorelai on Jemma's second birthday. They were, in every essence, just like an old married couple.
"Come on, Mom! I want coffee!" Jemma squealed.
Rory laughed and opened Jemma's car door. She made sure Jemma was safe and secure in the backseat and then got into the car. Then, they made their way to Luke's.
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Jess Mariano parked his car on the street across from Luke's Diner. He looked at the building, not wanting to go in, but knowing he had to.
California had been good to him, but he'd moved to Austin, Texas soon after leaving Stars Hollow. He'd managed to complete three years at the University of Texas, and upon summer break, he'd started driving back to Connecticut.
Now here he was, and all he wanted to do was find Rory, and hold her and tell her he'd never leave again. But he knew Rory, and knew she wouldn't be that forgiving.
Jess sighed, and willed himself to walk into the diner. Much his to dismay, Luke was standing at the counter.
"Jess." Luke sighed. "What is it now?"
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Rory got out of her car and made her way to the back to get Jemma. "Hey, baby girl, come on. Let's get you some coffee."
Jemma smiled. "Yay!"
Rory got Jemma out of the car and watched her run inside. She turned to her right and saw Dean and Paris walking down the sidewalk.
"Hey, you two. I thought the honeymoon wasn't over until Saturday," Rory stated.
Paris smiled. "We missed Stars Hollow too much."
Rory nodded. "Understandable."
"Yeah, well, we better get going. I'll be by later to take Jemma so you can go get Tristan," Paris said.
"Thanks, Paris, really. I'll see you two later," Rory replied.
"Bye," Dean said, and he and Paris made their way down the street to Doose's.
Jemma ran outside to her mother.
"Momma?" Jemma asked.
"Yes, sweetie?" Rory turned around.
"Who's that? Grandpa Luke looks mad." Jemma giggled.
Rory looked behind her. "Oh, God."
"Momma?" Jemma asked.
"Uh, sweetie, how about if you go get you and me some coffee. Uh, Babette?" Rory asked.
"Yeah, sugar?" Babette replied.
"Could you go in with Jemma to get some coffee? I need to make a phone call," Rory struggled to say.
"Sure thing, sugar. Come on, Jemma, sweetie," Babette said, taking Jemma's hand.
Rory got into the car and stared ahead. She was breathing hard, and didn't know what to do.
"Jess." She sighed. "God, what is it now?"
Babette and Jemma came out moments later, and Babette gave Rory a sympathetic smile.
"Here she is, safe and sound with two coffees and two danishes. Luke said it was on the house," Babette said.
Rory nodded, running her fingers through her hair. "Thanks, Babette."
Babette nodded and walked down the street to her own car.
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Rory sat down in the corner, shaking violently.
Ms. Patty, the all knowing, had volunteered to take Jemma home, knowing Rory wouldn't be okay enough to come and get her.
Lorelai made her way into the kitchen and sorted through the mail. She heard the door slam and then heard the giggling of Jemma.
"Grandma!" Jemma squealed.
Lorelai bent down to pick up Jemma. "Hey, crazy kid."
"Watch me!" Jemma exclaimed, making a face like she was mad. "I'm Grandpa Luke!"
Lorelai laughed. "Rory, this kid has talent. Rory?"
Rory looked up at her mother, tears staining her cheeks. "He… he came back."
Lorelai's eyes widened. "Oh, God."
Lorelai bent down and pulled her daughter close to her. Rory started crying, and Jemma, sensing something was wrong, quietly made her way to her room to color.
"It's okay. It'll be fine," Lorelai soothed. "If Dean finds out he's here, he'll beat him up."
Rory couldn't stop crying. She needed to see Tristan, even thought it was only so she could forget the love she still carried for Jess.
She stood up slowly, and, drying her tears, made her way over to Jemma's room.
"Hey, babe," Rory said. "What're you doing?"
Jemma stared intently at the paper in front of her. "Coloring."
"Really? Let me see," Rory urged, sitting down next to her.
"Mommy?" Jemma asked, setting the crayon down. "Why are you sad?"
Rory smiled at Jemma. "I'm not sad. It's just been a hectic day, you know?"
Jemma nodded. "Yeah. When is Aunt Paris and Uncle Dean coming to get me?"
"In about an hour, so how about if we pack your things?" Rory asked.
Jemma smiled and nodded excitedly. "Okay!"
Rory went over to the closet and got Jemma's things out.
And on the porch of the house, Lorelai was talking to Jess.
"What are you doing here, Jess?" Lorelai asked. "Is it Rory?"
Jess stared at the ground, not wanting to answer.
"Great." Lorelai sighed. "I thought you were over her."
Jess shook his head. "I… I love her too much to let go."
"And what, Jess, brought on this sudden want to come back after -- what is it now -- four years?" Lorelai questioned.
Jess looked at the ground, and, not answering, walked away.