WEYLYN'S POV
The ride to Stars Hollow was hilarious. I was sprawled across the backseat watching my parents banter in the front. Daddy was holding Mom's hand, kissing it occasionally as Mom whined.
"Please, please, PLEASE Bible Boy!" She begged. Daddy looked at me through the rear-view mirror, rolling his eyes as I smirked.
"No Mary." short and sweet.
"PLEASE! Just one!" she was getting desprate. This is too funny.
"Nope." Mom started pouting, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
She huffed, glancing over at Daddy who kept his eyes on the road. She huffed again, louder this time, then shot Daddy a quick look. I was biting my knuckle trying to keep laughter in. Daddy kept ignoring her, as Mom huffed another time. She looked at me, winking, then bent over the thingy in the middle of the car with the stick shift in it and whispered something in Daddy's ear.
He frowned, looking at Mom, then he pulled the car over onto the curb and turned, leaning against the driver's side door. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked at Mom with a frown. She leaned against her door with a smirk, sticking her tongue out at him.
Daddy sighed, then pulled the car back into the street as he said, "Fine. One cup. That's it! Then we tell them. And then it's De-caf until those little buggers come out."
Mom beamed bending over and planting a huge kiss on the side of his face. He smiled and I rolled my eyes.
"What did you say to him?" I ask.
She smirks, "I wouldn't be...nice to him for a month." Aw GROSS! I scrunch my face up and stick my tongue out in disgust as Mom continues, "Now Weylyn, it's not digusting. It's tactics. Remember that, very useful in getting what you want."
"It's not like Daddy can say 'no' to you anyway..." I mutter.
Mom shrugs, "True," She then reaches across and starts playing with the little hairs at the back of his neck, "But he made a valiant effort in trying."
"Thank god there's going to be another male in this family. I need more testostorone." He mutters, reaching back and capturing Mom's hand in his, kissing the knuckles gently.
"No you don't. You love being surround by girls that love you." Mom says. Daddy shrugs, then nods, pulling the car into park in front of Luke's.
I fly out of the car, running straight in and smiling when I hear the little dingle of the bell. I slide past the counter, into the kitchen, then I knock Luke over in my rushed hunt for him. We're both laughing as he helps me up from the floor, then I rush into his arms and hug him tightly.
"Hey Kiddo," He says smiling, "How ya been?"
"Great! I would be even greater if I had some of your elixer of life though..." I whisper behind my hand, like it's a conspiriousy. Luke laughs, pouring me a cup, then places it on the counter as Mom walks over and gives him a hug.
"Hey Luke, coffee right now!" Mom's a geek. No questions asked. Luke shakes his head with a frown.
"No." Mom's jaw drops to the floor.
"What do you mean No?" she asks.
"No."
"But...but...you gave Weylyn coffee!"
"I like Weylyn." I smirk at that. I love being the princess.
"You like me too!" Daddy's rolling his eyes, walking behind the counter and pouring himself a cup of java.
"Nope. You don't get any. Weylyn's my granddaughter. It's my job to spoil her." Mom glares at me and I shrug, tossing my hair over my shoulder.
"It's not my fault I'm loved..." Mom lunges at me, tackling me off of the stool. I laugh as she starts to tickle me, trying to push her off.
"AH! Help! Daddy! Luke! Get this crazy lady off of me!" I yell. Daddy laughs then pulls Mom off, handing her a full cup of coffee.
She smiles, settling back into her chair and fixing her hair. Oh my god, she's turning into Grandma more every second. Speak Of The Devil. Grandma Lorelei comes bounding in through the diner, in a Tom Cruise sliding underwear move, then squeezes me into a huge hug.
"Look, it's my minion! The one to rule the world after I leave! It's my very own Weylyn Gilmore-DuGrey!" She laughs. I smile, hugging her.
"Mighty powerful ruler Lorelei! Guess WHAT!"
"WHAT! You stole all the coffee from Columbia for your super AMAZING Grandmother Lorelei!" she says eagerly, looking like a puppy dog.
"No...I GOT SUSPENDED!" Lorelei stops moving completely, then rushes forward and crushes me in her arms.
"I'm so proud of you Weylyn. You have no idea." She whispers, wiping fake tears from her eyes. She lays a big kiss on my forehead then smiles.
"I missed you Grams!" I laugh.
"Missed you too. Rory! Come here right now!" She calls.
Mom stands up, walking quickly over. Lorelei hugs her for a second, then pulls back and looks at her.
Lorelei's eyes get huge, then she beams, "OH MY GOD! YOUR PREGNANT!" She screams. Mom nods, then they both squeel and hug each other again.
Daddy comes, hugging me, "They're magical I swear. It's like they can read each-other's minds." He whispers. I smile, nodding.
Mom and Lorelei are hopping around the diner, Lorelei more excited then I had ever seen her. She loves having Grandchildren, apparantly, but it's probably the fact that she gets to corrupt into the ways of the Gilmores more than anything. I laugh, then run over to them, throwing myself into the embrace.
"So, meet Bridget Mary and Brock Tristan DuGrey." I said, patting Mom's stomach lightly. Lorelei plopped down in the nearest chair, holding a hand to her heart.
She whistled proudly, "Twins. A boy AND a girl. This is a good, good thing."
Luke beams, then gives Daddy a hug. I look at my watch, counting down.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
"Rory DAAARRRLLIIIINNNGGG! I hear your having twins, oh let me see your stomach. Have you thought of any names."
"Hello Miss. Patty, yes. Bridget and Brock." Mom says smiling.
The robust, eccentric red head rushes forward, smiling brightly. She squeezes Mom in a huge hug, then goes over to Daddy, who's eyes have gotten huge.
"Tristan, sweetie, how are you?" She asks, holding her hand out. Daddy smiles politely, taking her hand and placing a delicate kiss on it.
"Fine, Patty. You?"
"Absolutly fabulous. Congradulations on the twins sweetie, Rory, what did I tell you about first husbands?" She turns, looking at Mom.
Mom rolls her eyes, though smiling, "That the first ones are always fun, but don't let them tie you down too much."
Patty nods, with a smile, "Yes well, I lied. This one's a keeper. Good toosh too..."
"AH! I do /NOT/ need to hear about my DAD'S toosh thanks!" I say, burying my head in my arms. Patty spins quickly, pulling me up.
She spins me around as she examines with a keen eye, "My, my, Weylyn, you are getting beautiful. More like your parents every day. They're going to have to lock you up soon!" Then Patty hugs me tightly. After twenty minutes, all of Stars Hollow is in the diner congradulating us. I'm sitting in a corner table with Uncle Jess, Aunt Paris, their kids, Grandpa Luke and Grandma Lorelei, and Mom and Daddy. Everyone else is bustling around us in a huge party.
I sigh, looking out the window, thinking to myself. I'm having a blast yes, but I just have this feeling like I'm being watched more than usual. Like...a constant vigel, but I can't see anyone.
Jumping up from my seat, I smile, then excuse myself for a walk around town. Everyone knows I'm headed to the bridge. It's my place, even though it's thirty minutes away from my house. Great thinking spot.
Mom pulls me over, hugging me, then placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I hug Daddy, then leave shaking my head. Parental Units are making out again. This is a surprise...how?
Lying on my back with my legs swinging over the edge of the bridge, I look over to see Uncle Jess walking towards me. He sits down, then copies my position, turning his head so we're looking each other in the eyes.
The wierdest thing in the whole entire world is that out of anyone in the family, outside of Mom and Daddy, I'm the most comfortable with Uncle Jess. It's really funny, because I'm apparantly the most like Grandma Lorelei, and they hated eachother. But...Uncle Jess and I talk. It's wierd.
"What's bugging you, kid?" He asks. I sigh, looking up at the sky.
"Ruth Forrester." I mutter.
"Bagboy's kid?" He asks. Who the hell is bagboy?
"Who's bagboy?"
"Dean Forrester. I hate that son of a bitch..." He growls. God, Uncle Jess is great to talk to. So cynical it's funny.
"Yeah, his daughter. She has like this...freaky stalkerish thing going on. Like she's copying everything I do. It's really scary."
Jess nods, "Sounds like a Forrester. Listen, ignore her, she'll back off. Your friends know who Weylyn is. I mean, compare the names even! Weylyn, Ruth. WEYLYN, Ruth. Big difference."
I laugh, then nod, "Yeah. Your right. Thanks Jess."
He reaches over, throwing an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in for a hug. I hug him back, then leap from the bridge.
"Listen, I left a few things at Grandma's house last week, I'm going to go get them then come back to the diner, K?"
Jess nods, then walks the opposite direction as I run to my other home.
Entering the kitchen, I swerve so that I'm headed to my room. Lorelei converted it from Mom's to mine, giving Mom and Daddy the guest room Luke added on when they got married. More room for two people or whatever. So, I push the door slightly, only to find a florescent blonde head bobbing through my wardrobe, holding up old clothes from last year against her chest.
"RUTH? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
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