Like Jess, Like Eliza, part 2

Disclaimer: In the first chapter, I'm not gonna put one at the beginning anymore...just because I don't feel like it. Okay, anyways, yeah, disclaimer in first chapter.

AN: Sorry it took so long to update, I was waiting for an idea to hit me. LOL. It hit me alright, right between my damn eyes!! I hope you like it. I think I'm getting a pattern here. Eliza screams and cries too much, but I was informed I cried and whined for the first three years of my life non stop. If you'd ask my mom, she'd say I still whine more than most normal human beings…Maybe I'm not human. Anyways….This is year 1. Eliza is a year old and her and Jess are living with Luke in Stars Hollow. Enjoy and Review. I'll remind u at the end of the chapter I don't give up. This wont be as long as the prologue. My knowledge of babies runs dry after the actual birth. I'm better when they can talk.
Oh, and if my works have a lack of contractions and "there are"'s starting the sentence, don't blame me, blame my English teacher, I'm not aloud to write essays that have them. -Hadlee May

Chapter 1

This was not how Jess Mariano had expected to spend the day. Sitting in an uncomfortable chair, in the cold confines of a sterile hospital waiting room. His mind racked with the thoughts of all possibilities that could be going on behind those two swinging doors that led to where his year old daughter was, being tended to by a doctor who, Jess hoped, knew what he was doing. His daughter was sick. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what he was doing. What could he do. The precious life that had been the only constant thing he'd allowed to stay in his life was near death and he couldn't think for the life of him what to do.

It had been Lorelai's suggestion for him to take her to the hospital. He'd been to the family doctor twice, being brushed off saying it was baby flu, something all toddlers got at that age.

She'd gotten worse instead of better.

"Mr. Mariano?" The sound of a stern voice interrupted his thought process. He stood up frantically, his hand shaking a little bit. "Hi, I'm doctor Murray. I was attending to your daughter." He introduced. Jess shook his hand, his palm sweaty. The doctor didn't flinch. Dr. Murray had seen stuff like this on, almost, a daily basis for the past twenty years.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jess asked.

"Fine, Mr. Mariano. It seems that your daughter has an allergy to whatever your home doctor gave you. It's a common practice. Some things she's allergic to wont show up for year."

"She'll be okay. She had the flu, and with the penicillin in her system, her body went crazy." He explained. Jess nodded his head. "We're going to keep her in observation for a few more hours…to see if the stuff we gave her takes…You're aloud to see her whenever you like." He said. Jess thanked the doctor and sat back down.

"I better call Lorelai." He decided after a moment. The cell phone he'd left off during the ordeal was turned back on and he dialed the woman who'd been treating him like family for the year he'd come back, a single father, Rory's daughter in tow. "She's fine." He stated when she picked up the phone. Lorelai sighed in relief on the other side. She'd wanted to come along, but the dragonfly was over crowded , a conference going on, and she'd been obligated to stay.

Jess hadn't minded going alone, it gave him time to think, despite the thoughts he'd had weren't exactly the best. Four hours in a hospital, so far, had done him good, and he'd learned something: for the rest of his life, this was it. Hours of waiting room sitting, uncomfortable folding chairs at school functions, small desks and plastic chairs when he met with teachers.

In the year she'd been there, he hadn't thought much about life's changes. He had a daughter. She slept, he slept. She cries and wakes, he cries and wakes up. It had become second nature to him. The thought of tomorrow had never been etched into his brain. Not until now.

After he hung up with Lorelai, he had a nurse direct him to his daughter.

He cringed at the sight of her. So tiny, connected to wires. Her eyes were closed, peacefully sleeping, none of the obtrusive appendages slighting her in the least. He smiled touching her miniature hand gently. "You better be okay, Eliza, or I will ring your little neck myself." He joked. He could almost hear a grunt coming from her. "My little girl." He mumbled.

The doctor was true to his word. Eliza was released five hours later with, not a clean bill, but a slightly less messy one. He'd been given an antibiotic that she was supposed to take for the next few weeks. The hospital had faxed the local doctor, warning him of the baby's allergy. Things were right with the world as Jess strapped her into the car seat and he sat in the driver's seat and drove the thirty minutes back to Stars Hollow.

There was a small gathering of people outside Luke's as he brought Eliza inside the diner. Luke gave him a smile, telling him not to worry about it. Jess slipped upstairs and went to put Eliza in her crib. She took this moment to awaken, looking up at him with her Gilmore baby blue eyes. She cooed for a moment before forming the small pronunciation, "Da" Jess grinned widely, a special smile he saved only for her.

"Yeah, that's me, Da…" He whispered, "now go back to sleep, you need your rest." And she instantly closed her eyes, happy for permission. "Night Angel." He kissed her forehead and went to the other side of the apartment, picking up a book and beginning to read.

AN2: Still not as long as the first one, I don't think. Including the first Author's note, it's 1000 words, so it might appear long, but it's not. I try my hardest to make sure that each chapter has at least a thousand words, which is why it takes so long for me to write. i get aggrivated with 6 line chapters, so I'm not gonna do it. It should get more interesting as it goes along. I've got the later years planned out.. Like age four, when she can start mocking the hell out of people (pardon my French). Yeah, so please Review. If you have any suggestions, as I believe I said in another one of my stories (it's an Angel the series story, but I'd love you if you read it.), I'm open to them. I love feedback, and love suggestions, it drives me, which is a good way for me to be. Please, please, please, please Review. I'll love you if you do…I'll love you if you don't, but less than if you did, so Please Do. I'd appreciate it.