Jess entered the unlocked doors of the apartment. He had just taken Lora to
school, and he was getting worried that Rory would be frantic if she had
come out and not found Lora.
But once he got inside, he saw that nothing from earlier that day had been touched. It was left where it was, and was silently answering his question.
Jess walked down the hall of the semi-clean apartment, he got to a room. The door was open, so he walked in. Considering that it had a twin bed, and a book labeled "The Little Prince" next to the lamp, he assumed it was Lora's room.
He looked around silently. He saw that the bed wasn't made, figure: it was a 6-year-old's room.
But something next to the bed caught his eye. He went closer to it.
It was a respirator. A respirator? What was it doing by her bed? What was it doing in this house?
Jess exited the room backwards, thoughts swirling around his head.
When he went further in the hall, he noticed a closed door. He knocked.
When he heard a faint, "Yeah?" he decided to go in.
He opened the door to reveal a stationary Rory on her desk chair, looking at a blue cup of Luke's coffee in front of her. She didn't even look up.
"Rory?" he asked.
"I can't do it Jess."
"What?" he walked over to her and kneeled beside the chair.
"I can't look at it without memories overtaking me and..." but Rory didn't finish before cascading tears. She turned to him and crawled in his arms. And he held her.
He let all her tears cry out on him as he rubbed her back. He knew that she couldn't possibly have all her tears out.
So he held her.
But finally, she fell asleep on his shoulder and he took him in his arms and carried her across the room to her bed.
Then he went back to the kitchen to make some breakfast for her, since the before breakfast was already cold.
--- About a half an hour later ---
The doorbell rang.
Jess panicked. What was he supposed to do? Answer it? But this wasn't his home.
Curiosity got the best of him, and he went to the door and opened it.
A young, probably his age, blonde was outside. She spoke: "Whoa, um... is, uh, is Amy here?"
"Yeah, but she's sleeping." Jess said to the girl.
"Oh...," but then it looked like a light bulb went off in her head. "Oh! Oh, um, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt you two..."
"No!" Jess eyes widened. "We weren't... we didn't... no, no."
"Oh," the girl's cheeks turned pink as she looked at the ground.
"When she wakes up, I could tell her you stopped by...?"
"Yeah, um, I'm Abby, and you are...?"
"Jess," he shook her outreached hand.
Abby's eyes bulged out of her head. "Je-," she stuttered, "You mean, 'The Jess'?"
Jess rolled his eyes, "Yes."
"You mean... you're the one that-."
"Yes, I was the second one that made Lora," he said in a sarcastic tone.
Abby's mouth dropped. "Wow. I mean, I never thought you would..."
"Come back?"
"Well... yeah."
"Well, it would have been sooner, if I had known that I actually had a daughter."
Abby suddenly looked confused. Had he just said what she thought he said? "What?"
"Rory never told me."
"Rory?"
"Oh, um... Amy... I mean, I just call her Rory."
"Mm. Why?"
"Huh?"
"That has nothing to do with her name," Abby replied thoughtfully.
"Well, aren't you the smart one?" he snarled, sarcastically of course.
Abby looked to the ground. And after a few moments, she looked back up to him. "She comes in the café every morning. She hasn't in the past two days... I was worried... that's all."
Jess nodded.
"So are you two back together?"
Jess looked up at the ceiling. "No. I'm just trying to get to know my daughter."
"Oh," Abby looked to the ground.
"You can come in and wait for her to get up...?"
"Um... sure, just let me use the phone."
--- Later ---
"So what do you do, Jess?" Abby asked, trying to start a game of 20 questions.
"Actually, I write books."
Abby's eyebrows rose up and Jess saw this action.
"Surprised?"
"Uh, no!"
"I know what you're thinking: How does a guy that leaves his girlfriend pregnant have such a good career?"
"Well, can you blame me?"
"Guess not," Jess took a sip of his iced water.
"What books have you written?"
"Have you ever seen a book named 'Us'?"
"Yeah, I've heard about it. They say it's really good."
"I wrote it."
"Really?" Abby asked as she took a sip of coffee.
Jess nodded his head and started to say something when he noticed someone exit from the hall way.
"Abby?"
"Hey Amy, I was just getting to know Jess, here," she said in an expectant tone.
"Yeah and... Amy, there is some coffee in the maker for you," Jess told her, trying to use the right name.
"Is it..." Rory asked the silent question.
"No, I made a new batch."
Rory smiled, faintly and walked up to pour herself a cup.
"So what have you guys been talking about?" Rory asked the two people in her dining room.
A/N: I know you guys were asking for longer chapters, so I gave you one. I gave you hints of Rory/Jess but in the next chapter, I will put some more Lit. things in there. See ya later!
!Paige!
But once he got inside, he saw that nothing from earlier that day had been touched. It was left where it was, and was silently answering his question.
Jess walked down the hall of the semi-clean apartment, he got to a room. The door was open, so he walked in. Considering that it had a twin bed, and a book labeled "The Little Prince" next to the lamp, he assumed it was Lora's room.
He looked around silently. He saw that the bed wasn't made, figure: it was a 6-year-old's room.
But something next to the bed caught his eye. He went closer to it.
It was a respirator. A respirator? What was it doing by her bed? What was it doing in this house?
Jess exited the room backwards, thoughts swirling around his head.
When he went further in the hall, he noticed a closed door. He knocked.
When he heard a faint, "Yeah?" he decided to go in.
He opened the door to reveal a stationary Rory on her desk chair, looking at a blue cup of Luke's coffee in front of her. She didn't even look up.
"Rory?" he asked.
"I can't do it Jess."
"What?" he walked over to her and kneeled beside the chair.
"I can't look at it without memories overtaking me and..." but Rory didn't finish before cascading tears. She turned to him and crawled in his arms. And he held her.
He let all her tears cry out on him as he rubbed her back. He knew that she couldn't possibly have all her tears out.
So he held her.
But finally, she fell asleep on his shoulder and he took him in his arms and carried her across the room to her bed.
Then he went back to the kitchen to make some breakfast for her, since the before breakfast was already cold.
--- About a half an hour later ---
The doorbell rang.
Jess panicked. What was he supposed to do? Answer it? But this wasn't his home.
Curiosity got the best of him, and he went to the door and opened it.
A young, probably his age, blonde was outside. She spoke: "Whoa, um... is, uh, is Amy here?"
"Yeah, but she's sleeping." Jess said to the girl.
"Oh...," but then it looked like a light bulb went off in her head. "Oh! Oh, um, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt you two..."
"No!" Jess eyes widened. "We weren't... we didn't... no, no."
"Oh," the girl's cheeks turned pink as she looked at the ground.
"When she wakes up, I could tell her you stopped by...?"
"Yeah, um, I'm Abby, and you are...?"
"Jess," he shook her outreached hand.
Abby's eyes bulged out of her head. "Je-," she stuttered, "You mean, 'The Jess'?"
Jess rolled his eyes, "Yes."
"You mean... you're the one that-."
"Yes, I was the second one that made Lora," he said in a sarcastic tone.
Abby's mouth dropped. "Wow. I mean, I never thought you would..."
"Come back?"
"Well... yeah."
"Well, it would have been sooner, if I had known that I actually had a daughter."
Abby suddenly looked confused. Had he just said what she thought he said? "What?"
"Rory never told me."
"Rory?"
"Oh, um... Amy... I mean, I just call her Rory."
"Mm. Why?"
"Huh?"
"That has nothing to do with her name," Abby replied thoughtfully.
"Well, aren't you the smart one?" he snarled, sarcastically of course.
Abby looked to the ground. And after a few moments, she looked back up to him. "She comes in the café every morning. She hasn't in the past two days... I was worried... that's all."
Jess nodded.
"So are you two back together?"
Jess looked up at the ceiling. "No. I'm just trying to get to know my daughter."
"Oh," Abby looked to the ground.
"You can come in and wait for her to get up...?"
"Um... sure, just let me use the phone."
--- Later ---
"So what do you do, Jess?" Abby asked, trying to start a game of 20 questions.
"Actually, I write books."
Abby's eyebrows rose up and Jess saw this action.
"Surprised?"
"Uh, no!"
"I know what you're thinking: How does a guy that leaves his girlfriend pregnant have such a good career?"
"Well, can you blame me?"
"Guess not," Jess took a sip of his iced water.
"What books have you written?"
"Have you ever seen a book named 'Us'?"
"Yeah, I've heard about it. They say it's really good."
"I wrote it."
"Really?" Abby asked as she took a sip of coffee.
Jess nodded his head and started to say something when he noticed someone exit from the hall way.
"Abby?"
"Hey Amy, I was just getting to know Jess, here," she said in an expectant tone.
"Yeah and... Amy, there is some coffee in the maker for you," Jess told her, trying to use the right name.
"Is it..." Rory asked the silent question.
"No, I made a new batch."
Rory smiled, faintly and walked up to pour herself a cup.
"So what have you guys been talking about?" Rory asked the two people in her dining room.
A/N: I know you guys were asking for longer chapters, so I gave you one. I gave you hints of Rory/Jess but in the next chapter, I will put some more Lit. things in there. See ya later!
!Paige!