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On with the story:
It seemed like she could do that for an eternity. Forever and ever, just his lips against hers. Dancing a secret dance, talking a language that was not invented yet and nobody could understand but them. Being a carbon-based human being that Rory was the lack of oxygen began to be unbearable. Slowly she pulled away.
She kept her eyes closed for another moment, until she forced herself to open them again and to take her surroundings in. Just like he said, look around and tell me what you see. That was what she did. Her eyes focused on the large Christmas tree that stood in the middle of the room. Under the tree there were many presents, placed neatly under the tree. A fire was burning, giving the room a cosy touch. A few socks were hanging over the fire. Two to be exactly. One with the name Nigel on it and the other one with the name Colette. The room was decorated with golden and silver lamenter. It was hung on the walls and on the doors. It almost looked too neat for a Christmas decoration of some sort. But apparently that was it. Two chairs were placed next to the Christmas tree one on either side.
Rory shook her head, over and over again. This room looked just too creepy. So not like Christmas at all. It looked like a Stepford Christmas, all creepy neat, with nothing to complain about, with nothing remotely dirty or random. It simply didn't look like Christmas at all.
"What is this? Is it supposed to be Christmas?" Rory asked him.
"Well why wouldn't it be? All signs point to that happening. Well done baby." He smiled.
"But its so ugh." She said.
"Neat?" he suggested.
"No." she said.
"Organized?" he tried.
"No." she said.
"Baby. Just say it." He said gently.
"Ok. Fine. It looks…creepy." She said.
"Well…" he started.
He looked around.
"…you are totally right. This room looks creepy. But the fire gives it a nice touch now doesn't it?" he admitted.
"But the fire is the only thing, really." She shook herself demonstratively.
"Well…everybody has their own taste." He said.
"Fine. But not many people have such a taste. Who would really decorate their living room like that and thought it looked…" she started.
"… like it was filled with love, like its supposed to be on Christmas." He finished for her.
"Exactly. I mean who would…" she started again.
A little girl walked in, blonde hair covering her head. That blonde hair was combed back neatly into a ponytail that was held together by a red ribbon that exactly matched her red dress. She had brown eyes that did not really fit to her blonde hair. She looked exactly like a kid from a country club or at least like Rory used to figure Country club kids were supposed to look like. She took her place under the tree, not facing the presents. That was strange for a kid this age. This child could after all be not older than five years. Shortly after her a boy entered. He looked exactly like his sister, with blonde hair and brown eyes. Only his hair was combed neatly on his head. He was wearing what looked like a little suit, in black and white. Just like every Country club kid would, at least in Rory's imagination. He sat next to his sister. He was not facing the presents either. He seemed to be a little older than his sister, maybe one or two years. He slid over to her and put an arm around her. He started to whisper in her ear and the little girl laughed. He looked at her shocked and held his hand over her mouth to show her not to be so loud.
Rory raised an eyebrow.
The little girl whispered something in the little boy's ear and he smiled.
A moment later she walked in, accompanied by a man. That was her, Lorelai Gilmore in all her glory, wearing a long black dress that showed off some of her features and kept others well hidden. Her hair was straight and streamed down to her shoulders. Just like at her graduation.
Rory smiled.
The man seemed very well suited for her mother with his blonde hair and brown eyes. He wore a suit just like his son, it fitted him very well. He accompanied Lorelai, a today's version, to the seat on one side of the Christmas tree. She sat down and he walked over to the other seat and sat down.
The two little children were in awe looking at their mother. It seemed like they were bewitched by her beauty.
"Nigel and Colette." Lorelai sighed.
"Could you just be quiet for this day at least?" she sighed.
Rory stared at her mother. The children had done nothing but stared at her and whispered, yes whispered, earlier. That was so against her mother's nature.
"Start and unpack your presents already." She said boredom evident in her voice.
Both of the kids nodded and turned towards the presents. Carefully, trying to make as less noise as possible the kids started to unpack their first present.
"A dress. Thanks mother." Colette said smiling.
Lorelai narrowed her eyes and focused her attention at the little girl.
"Colette for heavens sake, haven't I told you how a proper young lady thanks her parents for a gift? I think we will have to talk about that again. That seriously is no behaviour for a young lady." Lorelai said in a strict tone that Rory had never heard her mother use before.
The little girl nodded slowly.
"I am sorry mother." She whispered.
Tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.
"Colette. What have I told you about proper excuses? Seriously, what have I done wrong with you? Sometimes I think you are as stupid as you act." Lorelai said.
The little boy looked over at his sister, pity in his eyes.
"Damian? I don't think I can bare this any longer. I will be up in my bedroom." Lorelai said.
She looked at her husband and turned around to leave the room. She didn't even cast one glance back at her two children, of which one of them was crying now.
Rory shook her head, over and over and over again.
"No. That can't be happening! Who is this? This is not my mother. My mother would never act that way! My mother would never do things like these…" Rory said furiously.
"Your mother wouldn't do all that baby. But she is not your mother anymore." He said gently.
"Have you seen how she treated that little girl? Her daughter? Nothing could satisfy her. For goodness sakes! Whispering was too loud for her!" Rory screamed.
"She is not your mother anymore baby. That's all I can say." He said slowly.
"All that reminds me of her is the way she looks, that has not changed. How could she become such a cold woman? How could she become so cold and distant?" she asked.
"Baby. Your mother did everything her parents told her. Your mother became one of the trophy wives everybody is after. She is just like her mother, she has nothing but her functions and her meetings." He said.
"Have you seen that little girls eyes? Have you seen them? She was so sad that she couldn't please her mother whatever she did it was just not enough. That is how Mom must have felt when she was a kid. All alone with a distant mother and an absent father." She thought.
"That is the way she has been brought up. But she escaped, with you." He smiled.
"No. This time she didn't. This time she stayed, and look what it has gotten her. It's like she lost herself along the way. I hope I will never have to look into these eyes again. My mother's eyes that have no love for me, nothing. Eyes that just seem cold and dead." She shuddered.
"So what do you think now?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Are you glad you have been born?" he asked.
She nodded.
"If I had not been born she would have changed into a shallow being." She said.
"I'm glad baby, very glad. Come here. I have to take you home." He said.
"No. Wait a minute. I want to see one more thing." She said.
"Oh. And what's this?" he asked.
"My mom in five years from now." She said.
He shook his head.
"Oh come on." She started.
He looked at her.
"Please please please." She begged.
He still looked at her.
"Pretty please?" she asked.
And he still looked at her.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" she begged.
She pouted.
He looked at her and laughed.
"Okay, okay baby. I can't say no to you. Let's have you born again." He smiled.
She rolled her eyes.
"Five years in the future it is." He said.
"With me being born." She added.
"Yes baby, with you being born." He smiled.
She leaned into him and kissed him. This time it was him who kissed her as if his life depended on it. This time it was him who didn't want to let go.