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"Hey." Rory looked up. The word was spoken softly, and like the wind, sent a whisper of tingles on her skin. He stood behind as if torn straight from her thoughts.
"Hi." She responded, smiling wanly, and making room for him on the bench. Jess looked around the gazebo, a slight smile tilting his lips. "I thought I might find you here. I'm not sure why. I had a feeling." She nodded slowly, not trusting the fact that he was really there. After all, her mother and Luke had said-
"I know what you're thinking. They don't know I'm back, and its easier this way, trust me." She nodded again, her eyes wide. He was beautiful, she noted, his hair, rumpled from the wind, his eyes somber. Her breath caught. God, she had messed everything up.
"I-" She started, but the look in his eyes stopped her.
"I promised you I'd be here when you got back, but I wasn't." She nodded, slowly processing the information. "But it's not because of why you might think." Finally he sat, and Rory couldn't tell if she was relieved or not.
"How did you," She started, her voice sounding rusty even to her own ears. "If you weren't here…my things, how did you send them? The boxes had a Stars Hollow return address." Inwardly, she sighed. Next to her sat the man she'd been dreaming about for months, and all she could do was ask pointless questions about return addresses.
"Luke." He responded. She nodded slowly. So it hadn't been him. She sighed, tears forming behind her eyes. Stupidly, she'd clipped those return addresses, holding onto them as if holding on to a part of him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "So…" She nodded, her gaze never leaving her hands clasped in her lap. "You're home." She nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"Yeah." Jess frowned as he looked at her, sitting there stoically. He didn't miss the significance of the beam of light that had just now decided to shine on her hair, causing it to glow.
"Did I do something?" He asked at last, his eyes fixed on her face, trying to gauge her response. Slowly she looked up, catching his eyes with her own. She shook her head, small tears spilling out of the corners of her eyes. And in an instant she was closer to him, her lips on his, her tears wetting his cheeks. "Rory-what?" He asked when she pulled away, his expression adorably befuddled. She bit her lip, and stood, her cheeks red, her lips bruised.
"I'm pregnant."
Author's Note: I think I just got it back! Score. I hope you liked reading it, as much as I liked writing it. This chapter was a lot of fun.
