The Gilmore-Grey Union

By Michael Weyer

POV: Rory

Ok….ok….calm…must be calm….calm must be the keyword.

I got married. I got drunk, got married and it's possible I may have gotten

knocked up as well. Oh, this is not good, not good at all. What's Mom gonna say? What's

Grandma going to say? Oh, no, what's Grandma going to say to Mom?"

At least he's good-looking, which I suppose is a plus. Be bad if I got married to some old ugly guy Grandpa's age.

Oh, that is not a visual I should have given myself.

I study him carefully, trying to clear my head. Funny, he looks familiar somehow. He looks under 30 or so, dark hair, not a bad build or face. That face, there's something about it…

It hits me and my eyes widen. "You're Vincent Grey? The author? A Time of Luck and Kindness Vincent Grey?"

He's thrown. Really, he actually backs up from it as he stares at me. "Um…you read my book?"

"Yeah! I loved it! Are you writing another one? I really wanted to see another book from you because you're so talented…" I pause as I realize I'm gushing to my naked husband. "Whoa. Um..sorry, I didn't mean to babble."

"It's understandable," he replies, trying to smile. He's trying to set me at ease. He must be filled with his own confusion and he's concerned about me. Wow.

I realize I've pulled the covers around my body. I know, it might be too late but as I don't remember anything about last night, I'm hoping he doesn't either. "Um…are there…clothes around?"

He glances around too and then points at a pile on the floor. I nod as I get up, sheet around me and walk over. I see my jeans, I see my panties and bra, I see my shirt…

With the buttons ripped off it. Oh. My. God. Did he…

I swallow and try to calm myself. Clothes first, then try to figure this out.

I quickly slide on my panties and pants and then hook up my bra. I glance over to see he's pulled his jeans on. He turns as he pulls over his shirt and I see a scar at his mid-section. "Whoa. What happened?"

He glances at it and I instantly regret asking. "Oh, that. I...got shot a couple of years ago."

"Oh my God!" I don't mean to screech, it just comes out that way.

"This woman was getting robbed, I went to stop it and got a bullet for it."

Wow. I married a Samaritan. Yay me.

Wait, what am I saying? I'm married, there is no 'yay' here. No yay at all.

I take a deep breath. "Um…so…what do we do now?"

He runs his hands through his hair. "I honestly have no idea. I don't know, maybe get an annulment? Or a divorce?" He winces. "I don't want to get divorced again."

"Again?" Oh no, not this. "Um…you're married?"

His head shoots up. "No! No! Not anymore! I was but she…left me."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I can't help feel sympathy for him. Lord knows, it doesn't look like either of us are going to get much in the next few days. Which reminds me…

I look around. "Um…you see a cell phone around here? I…I need to call my Mom. I…I think she needs to know."

"Yeah, mine too." By the look on his face, he's looking forward to his call as much as I am mine. I have to wonder what kind of woman his mother is and whether she'll be understanding of her son getting married again.

Me, I've got a bigger problem. I've got to give my mother the call that will finally push her over that fragile edge. Bad, bad Rory Grey.