WHAT IT IS: A sequel, to my other Trory, What Happens When. Now, I had no
intentions at all to do a sequel. However, you're getting one, because of
all the Jess/Dean/Rory angst currently on the show—it's stressing me out.
So, since I had decided that fluff was probably all I'd get out of a sequel
and fluff is what I need right now (it's either fluff or unbearable angst
coming out of me right now)—here's a sequel.
WHAT I OWN: Nada.
RATING: PG-13, just to be safe. It is fluff after all.
Luke had taken Will fishing for the weekend, giving Lorelai a whole weekend to herself. She was ecstatic at the idea of having a whole two days of uninterrupted time, with no responsibilities, nothing she had to do but relax. At least, she was excited for about two hours. After that, she was looking for things to do. Luke had insisted on not taking a cell phone with him, so she couldn't reach him. Sookie was busy at the Inn all weekend, and didn't have time to talk, and Rory was all the way down in New York. She had read all the magazines she didn't have time to read before, watched television, ordered food and was sitting on the couch, eating out of a Chinese food container staring at the phone. Taking another bite of the noodles, she picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
"Hey," came the reply through a noodle-filled mouth.
"Mom?"
"Yeah," she said, swallowing.
"Well, you lasted longer than I'd thought you would."
"What are you talking about?"
"Isn't this your weekend to do 'nothing'?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, I'm guessing you've exhausted the novelty of the idea and called me because I was the only person you knew that would be home and doing nothing."
"How do you do this all the time?" Lorelai whined.
"I'm seven months pregnant, Mom. And I can do the little work I have at home."
"Luke was doing this as a nice thing, you know. And I appreciate it, but," she cut off.
"You're going nuts."
"Yes."
Rory sighed. "Do you want to come down here?"
"Yes."
"I'll see you when you get here."
"Don't you need to check with Tristan?"
"He's house-sitting for his parents, watching over Janlan."
"Where did they go?"
"They went away to the Bahamas for the weekend."
"Fancy, fancy," Lorelai whistled.
"Well, they're really getting close again, it seems."
"Huh. Well, you never know, I guess."
"So, you'll be here soon?"
"Yeah. As soon as I can."
Lorelai hung up the phone, threw some things into a bag and left for Rory's house. She was grateful to encounter little traffic and got there in record time. Rory was sitting on the couch, eating ice cream when she heard her mother knock.
"Come in!"
Lorelai poked her head into the front door, and smiled at her daughter.
"Not able to get up?"
"Not without help. Well, I can, but it involves rolling onto my side and sliding down the couch, it's a very complicated process. And I'm eating here," she said, pointing at her bowl on her stomach.
"Ah, pregnant stomachs, the ultimate in tray tables," Lorelai giggled.
"So, my mommy is here to take care of me!"
"No, your mommy is here because she's bored out of her mind. Who would have figured we'd be lost without men?"
"It's shameful, really," Rory agreed, amused.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"Well, run a marathon, of course."
"So, movie night?"
"Yeah. But I'm up for rewatching some old favorites from the DVD collection. Ooh, and ordering in, that sounds like fun too."
"Let me guess, you are tired and don't want to leave your house?"
"You remember being pregnant so well!"
"How are you doing?"
"Well, I'm gaining more and more weight every day. I know I have just under two months left, but it feels like it should be any day now."
"Just hope the kid's on time. Remember Sookie with Anna?"
"Oh, man, two weeks late. I thought she was going to kill someone."
"Is the sex still constant?" Lorelai smiled evilly.
"It's waning a little, I'm starting to feel like a beached whale."
"Aw, hon, I know how you feel, but Tristan doesn't feel that way I'm sure."
"Actually you're right. He keeps telling me I've never been more beautiful."
"All guys do that. I think it's genetic, after we're knocked up with their kid, they find you more and more attractive. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it's evolutionary. You know, they learned after their unsuccessful forbearers that in order to survive the woman during childbirth, you have to butter her up and revere her during the actual pregnancy."
"So Tristan's telling me I'm beautiful so I won't kill him during labor?"
"Well, trust me. The urge is still there, but they do lessen their chances this way, yes."
"Okay, new topic. Dinner?"
"What do you feel like?"
"Ooh, you know what I've been craving? Tacos."
"We can--," Lorelai started and stopped abruptly as Rory continued.
"OH, and moo shoo pork."
"Well, you know we--,"
"And pizza."
"So, let's get all of them."
"I love you, Mom."
"Yeah, yeah," Lorelai smiled, handing the phone to her daughter.
Once the food had arrived, and they were happily sampling all the food they had ordered, they contented themselves in turning down the volume on the television and putting in their own dialogue to Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Rory was laughing so hard at her mother's rendition of the killer bunny scene that tears were obstructing her view of the actual screen. The phone rang, and Lorelai grabbed it while Rory paused the movie, still laughing.
"'Ello governor! ... What's that? You're looking for 'ho? ... I believe a girl by that name resides here. Let me look about for you. ... Rory? Is there a Rory 'ere?" Lorelai continued in her bad English accent as she talked to the poor person on the other end.
"Mom, stop that!"
"Oh, neither of you are any fun!" Lorelai said as she handed over the phone and took the break to go use the restroom.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Well, hello you!"
"What's with your mom?"
"We're watching Monty Python."
"And sadly, I understand now."
"You know us well."
"That I do. How are you?"
"I'm good. Lorelai got bored, so she came down and we ordered one of everything from every take out place in a five mile radius."
"So, just a quiet Friday night at home?"
"You know it. How's house-sitting?"
"Ah, the old man is grumpy. Claims to be fine and ready to go back home. Says Mom and Dad are making him nauseous, so he's especially glad to be rid of them for the weekend."
"Aw, that's sort of nice, though."
"Rory, they're my parents. It is nauseating."
"Oh, what happened to the romantic man I married?"
"He's turning green just imagining the scene he walked in on when he got here earlier this afternoon."
"Oh no, what did you see?"
"Dad had Mom backed up against a wall, and well, I won't go into detail, but you remember that time I came home after getting an A on my Psych 497 final?"
"Oh, my," Rory said, remembering that particular occasion.
"Yeah."
"So, what are you two up to tonight?"
"Scrabble, some dinner, how about you?"
"Well, we're continuing the English insanity. Be glad you called now, we're watching Snatch next."
"She'll be incoherent in her babbling soon."
"Exactly."
"Alright. Call me if you need anything."
"Mom's here, I should be fine."
"I know. Soon, I won't be able to leave you."
"Sweet boy."
"I try. Night, Rory."
"Night, Tristan."
She hung up and saw her mom coming back into the room eating marshmallows out of the open bag. She handed the bag to Rory's grabbing hands, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"What did he want?"
"Just checking up on me."
"Men are truly lost without their wives. Can't find anything, become little boys again."
"So, when is Luke calling?"
"He wouldn't take my cell phone. Said I'd call him too often, and he wanted me to have some quiet time."
"Has he met you?"
"Hey, I can be quiet!"
"Sure, Mom, I forgot," Rory rolled her eyes.
"What?"
"You even talk in your sleep!"
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
"Well, at least I don't sleepwalk!"
"I did that once, and I was like eight!"
"Well, you've still done it."
"Geez."
Lorelai smiled at her daughter, who was popping another marshmallow into her mouth. She picked up the remote and stopped mid-chew to look at her mom.
"What?"
"This is nice. We don't get to do this much anymore," Lorelai looked sentimental.
"We haven't done this in years," Rory agreed.
"Damn boys."
"Menaces to society."
"We should swear off men and move to a woman's only commune."
"Yeah."
"Yeah!"
"Except," Rory pointed to her stomach.
"Yeah. And Will."
"But after this one is all grown up, I'm with you."
"We'll ditch them, and move in with Lane and Paris and become the Golden Girls!"
"Definitely a plan."
Lorelai smiled as Rory hit play on the DVD player, and they reentered the quest to find the grail. They only got halfway through Snatch when Rory's yawns started to drown out Lorelai's voice-overs. She stood up and held her hand out to Rory.
"What?"
"Come on, let's get you to bed."
"But we're not done with the movie!"
"But obviously my grandchild wants you to get to bed."
"Mom, I'm fine. I sleep all the time."
"You can't even hold your eyes open."
"Fine. But we're watching the rest of this tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, with the full breakfast buffet. Hmm. Too bad Luke isn't here, he makes the best waffles."
"Ooh, and omelets."
"Okay, okay, enough about food. At least you have something to wake up looking forward too."
"And hash browns!"
"Yes, yes."
"Those little sausages," Rory licked her lips.
"Are you having twins?"
"No, why?"
"That's just a lot of food cravings for one kid."
"Funny. I'll see you in the morning."
"First thing. Yell if you can't roll yourself out of bed."
"Rodger Dodger."
Rory kissed her mom goodnight and disappeared into her room. Lorelai made her way to the guest bedroom, that Rory had finished a couple of weeks ago. She had a lot of free time on her hands, even though she was doing little bits of work from home now. Her boss had put her on early maternity leave, but she was still keeping up with some things from home. Rory had insisted on getting the house done as much as she could, since she knew soon she'd be too pregnant to do much, and too busy after the baby came. Lorelai settled in, wondering if the baby would be a boy or a girl, and thinking about ways in which to instill the true Gilmore qualities into this child.
AN: Yikes. I had no inspiration to write whatsoever yesterday. I pretty much only did it today to make myself feel better. Hence, the slightly shorter chapter. It's hella hot here, and I'm only writing now cause it's too hot to sleep. Anyhow, keep me motivated while I'm in my own personal oven called a condo, review, review, review!
WHAT I OWN: Nada.
RATING: PG-13, just to be safe. It is fluff after all.
Luke had taken Will fishing for the weekend, giving Lorelai a whole weekend to herself. She was ecstatic at the idea of having a whole two days of uninterrupted time, with no responsibilities, nothing she had to do but relax. At least, she was excited for about two hours. After that, she was looking for things to do. Luke had insisted on not taking a cell phone with him, so she couldn't reach him. Sookie was busy at the Inn all weekend, and didn't have time to talk, and Rory was all the way down in New York. She had read all the magazines she didn't have time to read before, watched television, ordered food and was sitting on the couch, eating out of a Chinese food container staring at the phone. Taking another bite of the noodles, she picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
"Hey," came the reply through a noodle-filled mouth.
"Mom?"
"Yeah," she said, swallowing.
"Well, you lasted longer than I'd thought you would."
"What are you talking about?"
"Isn't this your weekend to do 'nothing'?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, I'm guessing you've exhausted the novelty of the idea and called me because I was the only person you knew that would be home and doing nothing."
"How do you do this all the time?" Lorelai whined.
"I'm seven months pregnant, Mom. And I can do the little work I have at home."
"Luke was doing this as a nice thing, you know. And I appreciate it, but," she cut off.
"You're going nuts."
"Yes."
Rory sighed. "Do you want to come down here?"
"Yes."
"I'll see you when you get here."
"Don't you need to check with Tristan?"
"He's house-sitting for his parents, watching over Janlan."
"Where did they go?"
"They went away to the Bahamas for the weekend."
"Fancy, fancy," Lorelai whistled.
"Well, they're really getting close again, it seems."
"Huh. Well, you never know, I guess."
"So, you'll be here soon?"
"Yeah. As soon as I can."
Lorelai hung up the phone, threw some things into a bag and left for Rory's house. She was grateful to encounter little traffic and got there in record time. Rory was sitting on the couch, eating ice cream when she heard her mother knock.
"Come in!"
Lorelai poked her head into the front door, and smiled at her daughter.
"Not able to get up?"
"Not without help. Well, I can, but it involves rolling onto my side and sliding down the couch, it's a very complicated process. And I'm eating here," she said, pointing at her bowl on her stomach.
"Ah, pregnant stomachs, the ultimate in tray tables," Lorelai giggled.
"So, my mommy is here to take care of me!"
"No, your mommy is here because she's bored out of her mind. Who would have figured we'd be lost without men?"
"It's shameful, really," Rory agreed, amused.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"Well, run a marathon, of course."
"So, movie night?"
"Yeah. But I'm up for rewatching some old favorites from the DVD collection. Ooh, and ordering in, that sounds like fun too."
"Let me guess, you are tired and don't want to leave your house?"
"You remember being pregnant so well!"
"How are you doing?"
"Well, I'm gaining more and more weight every day. I know I have just under two months left, but it feels like it should be any day now."
"Just hope the kid's on time. Remember Sookie with Anna?"
"Oh, man, two weeks late. I thought she was going to kill someone."
"Is the sex still constant?" Lorelai smiled evilly.
"It's waning a little, I'm starting to feel like a beached whale."
"Aw, hon, I know how you feel, but Tristan doesn't feel that way I'm sure."
"Actually you're right. He keeps telling me I've never been more beautiful."
"All guys do that. I think it's genetic, after we're knocked up with their kid, they find you more and more attractive. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it's evolutionary. You know, they learned after their unsuccessful forbearers that in order to survive the woman during childbirth, you have to butter her up and revere her during the actual pregnancy."
"So Tristan's telling me I'm beautiful so I won't kill him during labor?"
"Well, trust me. The urge is still there, but they do lessen their chances this way, yes."
"Okay, new topic. Dinner?"
"What do you feel like?"
"Ooh, you know what I've been craving? Tacos."
"We can--," Lorelai started and stopped abruptly as Rory continued.
"OH, and moo shoo pork."
"Well, you know we--,"
"And pizza."
"So, let's get all of them."
"I love you, Mom."
"Yeah, yeah," Lorelai smiled, handing the phone to her daughter.
Once the food had arrived, and they were happily sampling all the food they had ordered, they contented themselves in turning down the volume on the television and putting in their own dialogue to Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Rory was laughing so hard at her mother's rendition of the killer bunny scene that tears were obstructing her view of the actual screen. The phone rang, and Lorelai grabbed it while Rory paused the movie, still laughing.
"'Ello governor! ... What's that? You're looking for 'ho? ... I believe a girl by that name resides here. Let me look about for you. ... Rory? Is there a Rory 'ere?" Lorelai continued in her bad English accent as she talked to the poor person on the other end.
"Mom, stop that!"
"Oh, neither of you are any fun!" Lorelai said as she handed over the phone and took the break to go use the restroom.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Well, hello you!"
"What's with your mom?"
"We're watching Monty Python."
"And sadly, I understand now."
"You know us well."
"That I do. How are you?"
"I'm good. Lorelai got bored, so she came down and we ordered one of everything from every take out place in a five mile radius."
"So, just a quiet Friday night at home?"
"You know it. How's house-sitting?"
"Ah, the old man is grumpy. Claims to be fine and ready to go back home. Says Mom and Dad are making him nauseous, so he's especially glad to be rid of them for the weekend."
"Aw, that's sort of nice, though."
"Rory, they're my parents. It is nauseating."
"Oh, what happened to the romantic man I married?"
"He's turning green just imagining the scene he walked in on when he got here earlier this afternoon."
"Oh no, what did you see?"
"Dad had Mom backed up against a wall, and well, I won't go into detail, but you remember that time I came home after getting an A on my Psych 497 final?"
"Oh, my," Rory said, remembering that particular occasion.
"Yeah."
"So, what are you two up to tonight?"
"Scrabble, some dinner, how about you?"
"Well, we're continuing the English insanity. Be glad you called now, we're watching Snatch next."
"She'll be incoherent in her babbling soon."
"Exactly."
"Alright. Call me if you need anything."
"Mom's here, I should be fine."
"I know. Soon, I won't be able to leave you."
"Sweet boy."
"I try. Night, Rory."
"Night, Tristan."
She hung up and saw her mom coming back into the room eating marshmallows out of the open bag. She handed the bag to Rory's grabbing hands, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"What did he want?"
"Just checking up on me."
"Men are truly lost without their wives. Can't find anything, become little boys again."
"So, when is Luke calling?"
"He wouldn't take my cell phone. Said I'd call him too often, and he wanted me to have some quiet time."
"Has he met you?"
"Hey, I can be quiet!"
"Sure, Mom, I forgot," Rory rolled her eyes.
"What?"
"You even talk in your sleep!"
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
"Well, at least I don't sleepwalk!"
"I did that once, and I was like eight!"
"Well, you've still done it."
"Geez."
Lorelai smiled at her daughter, who was popping another marshmallow into her mouth. She picked up the remote and stopped mid-chew to look at her mom.
"What?"
"This is nice. We don't get to do this much anymore," Lorelai looked sentimental.
"We haven't done this in years," Rory agreed.
"Damn boys."
"Menaces to society."
"We should swear off men and move to a woman's only commune."
"Yeah."
"Yeah!"
"Except," Rory pointed to her stomach.
"Yeah. And Will."
"But after this one is all grown up, I'm with you."
"We'll ditch them, and move in with Lane and Paris and become the Golden Girls!"
"Definitely a plan."
Lorelai smiled as Rory hit play on the DVD player, and they reentered the quest to find the grail. They only got halfway through Snatch when Rory's yawns started to drown out Lorelai's voice-overs. She stood up and held her hand out to Rory.
"What?"
"Come on, let's get you to bed."
"But we're not done with the movie!"
"But obviously my grandchild wants you to get to bed."
"Mom, I'm fine. I sleep all the time."
"You can't even hold your eyes open."
"Fine. But we're watching the rest of this tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, with the full breakfast buffet. Hmm. Too bad Luke isn't here, he makes the best waffles."
"Ooh, and omelets."
"Okay, okay, enough about food. At least you have something to wake up looking forward too."
"And hash browns!"
"Yes, yes."
"Those little sausages," Rory licked her lips.
"Are you having twins?"
"No, why?"
"That's just a lot of food cravings for one kid."
"Funny. I'll see you in the morning."
"First thing. Yell if you can't roll yourself out of bed."
"Rodger Dodger."
Rory kissed her mom goodnight and disappeared into her room. Lorelai made her way to the guest bedroom, that Rory had finished a couple of weeks ago. She had a lot of free time on her hands, even though she was doing little bits of work from home now. Her boss had put her on early maternity leave, but she was still keeping up with some things from home. Rory had insisted on getting the house done as much as she could, since she knew soon she'd be too pregnant to do much, and too busy after the baby came. Lorelai settled in, wondering if the baby would be a boy or a girl, and thinking about ways in which to instill the true Gilmore qualities into this child.
AN: Yikes. I had no inspiration to write whatsoever yesterday. I pretty much only did it today to make myself feel better. Hence, the slightly shorter chapter. It's hella hot here, and I'm only writing now cause it's too hot to sleep. Anyhow, keep me motivated while I'm in my own personal oven called a condo, review, review, review!