Hey, I am back with a new chapter , hopefully you like it, let me know please, since I didn´t get that many reviews for the last chapter, just tell me if you are still reading this.
Anyhow, I wanted to thank Deborah for her amazing review, you actually made me write this one and believe it or not I actually wanted to include most of the suggestions you wrote, are you psychic? Anyhow, thank you so much, I really appreciated it and yes you are right, these things happen, sadly, but they do. And yes, although I like reading all these teenage stories, I wanted to make this more grown-up, since I stopped being a teenager some time ago (ah, I feel old…)
Still don´t own them:
Rory's POV:
I was standing in front of our full length mirror in the bedroom, examining my body. I only wore my bra and panties, which did not help to cover up the pounds I had gained during my pregnancy. My hips were slightly curvier but I still wondered how Tate made his way through there. I let my eyes travel down my body, taking in every inch of it. My stomach was still flat, but I could notice the stretch marks when I took a really close look as if I was actually forcing me to discover something that would make me doubt myself. I groaned in frustration when I noticed my boobs… they were, what's the right term? Oh yeah, they were big. I frowned at myself in the mirror and had to laugh when I caught the expression of my face. I wrinkled my nose and let out a frustrated groan. I called out to Jess, who was watching TV with Tate on his lap.
"Jess?" I exclaimed and I could hear footsteps approaching. He popped his head into the room and started to laugh.
"Am I interrupting the two of you?" his smirk grew wider as his eyes travelled the same road mine had a minute ago.
"I think you forgot to introduce me to your friend." He walked forward and extended his hand towards the mirror, and then he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Don´t take that the wrong way, but I think she's hot." I slapped him playfully on the chest and sighed.
"So not the time to joke around." He raised an eyebrow at me, trying to read me.
"So, when is the time then? " I pushed him away as he tried to wrap his arms around my waist and sighed again.
"My boobs are big." Jess instantly shut up and looked at me intensely, surprised. Then his face lit up and he beamed a smile at me.
"I don´t see how that is wrong." He said still smirking.
"Out of all things you could have said, this is like the worst thing, Jess." I glared at him, avoiding his eyes though. He flinched and I instantly regretted being so harsh about it, but I am a woman! He took a deep breath.
"so, is this gonna be one of those conversation where you ask me if I thought that you were fat and then I would say no, and you would be accusing me of lying and then I would hesitate and you would start to cry because you'd be implying that I think you are fat and then you wouldn´t talk to me for days, because if that's the case I should probably get into more comfortable clothes since you would slam the door into my face and I would have to sleep on the couch because apparently I wouldn´t be able stand the sight of you." Jess was ranting, he never ranted. I let out a deep breath at the same time as jess and we locked eyes.
" no, I was going to say that I'm gonna look like Pamela Anderson on my wedding day before she got her fake boobs removed, because apparently huge breast sizes have multiple obstacles and are so last summer." I smirked at him despite my insecure feelings.
I turned away from him again and took another close look at the mirror.
"How am I ever gonna find the perfect dress, looking like that, huh?"
I could tell that Jess was concentrating really hard to come up with a reply.
"Perfect dress, huh?" I took a few steps back and let me fall on the soft mattress, lying flat on my back, my legs hanging over the edge, not touching the carpet.
Jess was still staring at me with his dark brown eyes that seemed to have caught the sun light coming through the window, as they appeared to have turned into a light shade of green.
"The perfect dress?" he repeated.
I swallowed.
"My mom and I always talked about the perfect dress, you know the one that makes you look gorgeous, even if you have a bad hair day or if your make up sucks…" I was interrupted by jess.
"I doubt that your mom would let you walk down the aisle with bad make up and.." this time I interrupted him.
"So not the point, jess. The one dress that you wanna wear all the time, the one that makes you feel like a princess, like the most beautiful woman on the world, like the happiest woman in the world, that one dress that you'd buy the instant you see it in the store. The dress that makes you feel save and at the same time sexy and irresistible and.." I swallowed again.
" The one dress that I won´t be able to find because I look like a huge whale." I bit on my lips, trying to suppress the tears that were about to fall, never once locking eyes with Jess as he scanned my face, listening to my rant attentively. Suddenly he pulled me up, dragging me over to the mirror. He stood behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders as if to secure my position. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned forward.
" Close your eyes." He demanded in a whisper. I obliged, curious of where he was leading this.
" I want to show you what I see every time I look at you." His voice was pure sex.
I felt his hands in my hair, playing with the ends of it.
" Your hair makes me wanna play with it all day." He kissed my shoulders softly.
" Can you see these freckles on you shoulder?" he asked and I nodded, my eyes still closed.
" They make me wanna kiss each one of them." I swallowed, Jess was acting so differently; I liked it.
His index finger travelled down my arm to my left hand. He interlaced our fingers.
" There is not one hand I would have liked to place the ring on more." He let go off my hand and traced my collar bones, he stopped at the spot where they nearly met, right above my sternum.
"When you swallow, I can´t take my eyes off of this very place, remember the English patient? The same thing." I swallowed accidentally and I could feel his smirk against my cheek.
He travelled down, resting his index finger between my breasts on the lace of my bra.
" This makes me lose my head and I really should stop imaging it right now, because I have still a trip ahead of me." I smiled at this, leaning my back fully against him, letting him support me. He embraced me from behind, resting his hands on my hipbones.
" When you move, all I can do is watching you." I liked the emotional Jess that came out occasionally.
He laced his hands above my navel, drawing lazy circles on my stomach.
" This is better than any champagne flute ever, tastes better even." I smiled when I remembered what it felt like to have jess drink champagne out of my navel.
" And I don´t even like champagne." He added playfully, while examining my body with his hands. Although this would be called the most sexual thing by many, for me this was beyond it. It was emotion, passion and Jess letting me know that he was there for me, supporting me when I was doubting myself. I had always laughed about people who would talk about looking for their other half, but at this very instant I knew that I had found mine.
I was too distracted by my thoughts that I nearly missed Jess telling me to open my eyes.
I opened them slowly, emotionally tired, but in a good way.
" Look at me." Jess ordered and I locked my eyes with him in the mirror. He was still standing behind me, spooning me, supporting me, not an inch apart.
" You will find the perfect dress, I promise, but even if you don´t .." he trailed off, swallowing hard.
" You'd still be the most beautiful woman on the world for me." I noticed Jess's eyes when he said that and I knew he was being honest, vulnerably so. I grabbed his hands that were still tightly wrapped around my waist and intertwined our fingers and when I said the next words to him, it was like a promise.
" I love you." He just nodded and kissed my neck lightly. He smirked at me said.
" So, now that we have that covered, you're in for pizza?" I let out a chuckle and nodded.
" Always, but I have to call mom first, I promised her that we would get that wedding planning started."
When I was sure that Jess had closed the door behind him, I grabbed the phone and dialled the familiar number.
I could hear someone pick up at the other end and blurted out without waiting for my mother's voice.
" Mom, I have found my other half and I will find the perfect dress, but even if I don´t, I'd still be the most beautiful woman on the world for him." Silence, then someone clearing his throat.
" So, I guess, you wanna talk to your mom?" I made out Luke's voice and suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Oh, hey Luke." He chuckled slightly.
" So, I assume you are happy?" always the father figure for me.
" Yes, I am. I am happy." Before he could respond I heard my mom yelling in the background.
" Is that Rory? I wanna talk to my offspring, hey, Lukey, give me that phone, if that's Rory of course, I mean if it´s my mom, tell her I am not home and that that voice yelling in the background belongs to your twenty year old mistress." I heard Luke groan and then a sound that sounded like a wrestling match. Then my mom was on the line.
" Offspring, how have I missed talking to you." She exclaimed dramatically.
" You talked to me this morning, Mom. Grow up." I laughed at my mom's immature behaviour.
" So, okay, down to business, what's the call for? " I smiled and then again started ranting.
" I found my other half and I will find the perfect dress, but even if I don´t I ´d still be the most beautiful woman on the world for him." I took a deep breath, beaming at myself in the mirror.
" So I assume that you are happy." Like Luke like Lorelai.
She sighed and groaned.
" Oh, I can´t believe that you are getting married before me. My little baby is getting married and I will die as an old spinster." I laughed.
" Mom, you know what the exact definition of a spinster is, right?"
" Man, that Ivy League thing got to you, huh? Don´t take everything literally." I just rolled my eyes and let her continue as I knew my mom would.
" So, I may have been to the bridal shop today." I grinned, let's get the wedding started.
" So, you may have been to the bridal shop, huh?" mom was taking a deep breath at the other end and I knew that I would now be bombarded with her suggestions. I leaned back on the bed and let her rant.
So, I thought that would be a good place to let that chapter end, please tell me what you think, I really wanna know if I totally suck or not. REVIEW PLEASE. Thanks for taking the time.