Claim: I own Bella, Ryan and maybe a few short scene characters…
AN: I'm a little rusty, considering I haven't written any fan fiction in months… This chapter is Rory P.O.V
Sum it up: "I never cared that much," Rory stubbornly retorted, and watched as he sauntered out of her life…again.
Mental notes:
-flash backs will be represented in italic
-Less dialogue than most of my stories
-More happened during Rory's time at Yale
-I love Trory )
Warning: Short chapters…
Feedback: would be beautiful
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I had the same dream last night- the one I had over and over years ago
It took me long before I remembered that I actually had this dream
I know why I had it though…
I had it because I thought he ordered his morning coffee yesterday
At the same café I went to everyday for the last three years
And he was never there…
Until my imagination took control, and he was in the café
He sounded so charming too
And so as I lay my head down on my pillow that night
I relived the same dream that I've almost forgotten
A dream that is not mirror image of reality, but complete opposite
In my dream- he never left
He refused…
He was stubborn, and in the end- I was grateful
But it was only a dream
That's all it will ever be…
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Isabella lee Gilmore spread her numerous amount of crayons on the table, examining each color with her piercing blue eyes.
"Bella Lee Gilmore," her mother's tone was stern, as she crossed her arms in front of her daughter, "did I not tell you that homework…"
"Comes first," The mini Rory mimicked her mother, and rolled her eyes in the process, "But can I please color first?"
As stunned as Rory was- to hear her five year old daughter's sarcasm- she brushed it aside, and shook her head. "Nope, and I want to see your homework when your done."
The little girl pouted, and threw down a yellow crayon in tantrum, "Dad let's me color first."
Again, Rory brushed aside her daughters' stingy words, and ignore the pain clenching her heart. "Well, I'm not Dad, am I?"
It was an understatement to say that this five year old girl was not only intelligent but beautiful. She owned a mirror image of her mothers' eyes, her father's full pink lips, long- light brown hair, and a small button nose to top it off.
The petite girl, hurried off of her seat, and retrieved her homework. As if alls well, the little girl smiled up at her mother, "Mommy, Ms. Baker said that I'm the smartest kid in my class."
Rory stared adoringly at her daughter, and takes her in her arms lovingly. "Did she? Well, I think you're the smartest kid in the world."
"Wow, really?" Bella's eyes lit up as she beamed brightly at her beautiful mother. All she ever wanted since she could remember how to spell her name was to be like her mommy.
"I sure do," Rory winked, and tightened her embrace on Bella. "And you know what? After you finish your homework, we'll go stop by the café and get you a jelly doughnut."
Little Bella, hugged her mommy tightly, and squealed; "You're the best-est Mommy."
(Tears adorned Rory's sea blue eyes, causing a storm in the mist of beauty. She hiccupped heavily, and tried hard to look into her mothers worried eyes. But Rory was so ashamed, so ashamed and so disappointed with herself that she knew her mother would be as well. If there was one thing Rory Gilmore couldn't handle, it was the hurt look in her mother's eyes, but she had to do what she had to do.
"Mom, I'm…" a new sea of tears cascaded down her cheek as she pushed her mother's hand away, "don't comfort me, please Mom."
"Baby, what's wrong?" Lorelai Gilmore was paining inside, but hid her worry with a joke, "you didn't get your morning coffee, huh?"
Little Lorelai did not smile- instead more tears ran down her rosy cheeks, "I'm pregnant." )
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Done…
I know, it was short, but don't say I didn't warn you a head of time… I love short chapters anyway, and the quicker you review- the faster I put up the next chapter. )
There are a lot of unspoken truths that need to be told in this story. It may be a bit confusing now, but bear with me and I'll get to it!
Love
NOI
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