A Dream Come True Chapter Thirteen James Dean Jr.
Disclaimer: I think you get by now that I own nothing except for joint custody of Milo with Tye.
"Okay… Okay… Really?… Okay… How much?… Wow… Okay… Thank you so much… You too… Bye." Jess hung up the phone with a huge grin on his face, then ran over to Rory. He picked her up and swung her around, then putting her down and giving her a huge kiss.
"Somebody's happy. What was that call all about?" Rory eagerly joined his happy state. "Who was that? What did they want?" She stopped partying with Jess long enough to sit down and try to get him to settle down.
"When I first met you, I started to write a book. I finished it the day I proposed to you. I sent it to a few publishers just to get their opinions. "That was a publisher from Scribner Paperback Fiction. He wants to publish my book." Jess knelt on the floor in front of the couch where Rory was sitting, holding her hands.
Rory shrieked and jumped on Jess. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"I wanted it to be a surprise, and I didn't want to disappoint you if it didn't get published."
"Whether it gets published or not doesn't matter. Just writing a book is an amazing achievement." Rory pulled Jess on to the couch with her, covering him with kisses.
"I'm gonna dedicate it to you and James Dean jr."
Rory laughed and ran her fingers through his hair. "That is so awesome. Did you tell anyone you were writing this?"
"Luke knows. He caught me editing one day. He took a page of it and wouldn't give it back until I told him what it was. I made him promise not to tell you. I wanted to keep it a surprise."
"Well can I read it?" Rory anxiously asked.
"I don't think you'll like it. The editor said it's a lot like Hemingway." *I have read Hemmingway's work, and I must say he is quite a good author.*
"Well I want to read it, even if it is horrible. A book reveals a person's soul, and I want to know more about yours." Rory poked Jess in the chest.
"Hey. Wanna read some reviews that I got from editors?" Jess handed Rory a piece of paper that had a list of reviews on it. "I particularly like the third one."
Rory scanned the list until she came to the third comment on the page. 'The next Hemingway' the person had claimed. "Ugh. I don't know if I want to read this now. I might fall asleep. I'll just have to be comfy when I read it just in case." She smiled smugly and pulled Jess onto the couch with her. She sat next to him, grabbed his arm, and draped it over her shoulder. She snuggled up to him and handed him the book. "You can read it to me. Hmm... This is fun, bossing you around. Can we do this more often?" She laughed and turned sideways, so that her legs were up on the couch, and her head and shoulders were on Jess' stomach.
Jess leaned back a bit and put his feet up on the coffee table, then opened the book.