Fights and Fiascos
Jess sat groggily on at the counter in Luke's Diner the next morning, head lying on the counter between his arms.
"Are you okay?" asked concerned Kirk next to Jess, poking him on the arm.
Jess grunted meanly in response and protest.
"Coffee?" asked Luke, almost as a joke, as he came behind the counter. Jess lifted his head off his arms to look at Luke for a moment before nodding. Luke set a cup before Jess and poured him some Lorelai strong caffeinated coffee.
Jess sat up all the way reluctantly and took a large sip from the mug and then sat as he reveled in the glorious wonder as the caffeine brought some of his dulled senses alive.
"Um, Jess, the diner is packed today, so when you're done their can you give me a hand?"
"Sorry, Luke," retorted Jess, some of his energy restores, "My diner days are over….but maybe when I'm finished."
Luke glared at him, "Fine."
So instead of helping Jess sat on his stool and watched Luke run around the diner in amusement, making sure to drink his remaining coffee extra slowly as to not be roped into busing tables or to give up his spot to a waiting customer. Jess could be very cruel sometimes. He thought it a rather handy attribute.
A good half an hour the rush had died down and Jess had still managed to avoid helping with a refill and a doughnut.
"What put you in such a charming mood this morning?" asked Luke as he was wiping down the counter with a rag.
"Have you ever tried sleeping on that couch of yours? It is the single most uncomfortable thing I have ever been on. I tossed and turned all night."
"I thought you were sharing the bed with Rory."
"I was. But you know how small Rory's bed is?"
Luke nodded.
"You kind of have to be in a cuddling mood to share it," said Jess cryptically.
"And you guys weren't?" questioned a confused Luke.
"We had a sort of," Jess trailed for as in for search of the right word, "Disagreement last night."
"Oh," said Luke in understanding acknowledgement, setting down his rag to give Jess his full attention, "About what?"
"Well, all of the sudden Rory said she wanted to have…"
"Yes?"
"She said she wanted to have a baby."
"Wow!"
"I know."
"What did you say?"
…
"Nothing!" asked Lorelai is disbelief.
"Nothing," repeated Rory in confirmation, mother and daughter talking over breakfast delivered from Luke's at the kitchen table, "I told him that Amber was soon going to grown up and moving out and that we were not too old and I wanted another child. And he said, 'Huh-'"
"In that annoying little way he did when he was seventeen?" interrupted Lorelai.
"And that's all he said…like my request was lunacy or something."
"Oh, that little punk," fumed Lorelai.
"Mom," Rory said indignantly, "That little punk is your little girl's husband."
"But your mad at him right?" Rory rolled her eyes at her mother in spite of herself.
"And he slept on the couch?" asked Lorelai without getting an answer for her previous question.
"Yup," Rory replied with a sort of fire in her eyes.
"Oh, man," said Lorelai with a few evil laughs under breath, "I've had that couch since we moved in this house."
"I know… that is one old, uncomfortable couch. Why haven't you and Luke gotten a new one."
"Because I can't dare part with it," said Lorelai placing a hand over her heart, "It's like a memorial, a new stage in our lives, a steeping stone from a rough beginnings. A memorial of us moving into this house."
"I think the actual house is a memorial of us moving into this house," retorted Rory mockingly.
"Luke and me tried, but we get in arguments at the furniture store…and the grocery store, and clothing store, basically anytime we try shopping together," explained Lorelai.
"That sounds more like it," agreed Rory.
"Remember the window curtain shopping fiasco of 2008?" asked Lorelai with a smirk.
"Very well."
"Morning," said a voice from the doorway, Amber.
"Hey their sleepyhead," said Lorelai in a too cheery voice, "I was wondering when you were going to get up."
"Ha, ha, ha," said Amber dryly as she shuffled into the kitchen to get some breakfast.
"Mom, give her a break. She's a teenager, she needs her sleep."
"Hey, I'm old and I need my sleep, but I was up before six in the morning," said Lorelai in a preaching way.
"That's because Uncle Luke woke you when he had to get up to go to the diner," retorted Amber.
Lorelai just gave her a look.
"Wrong answer," whispered Rory to Amber as Lorelai sat huffily on the opposite side of the table. Amber looked at Rory bemused.
"It was a test," Rory explained. "This is the right response..." continued Rory before telling Lorelai, "Mom. You're not old."
"That's it!" said Lorelai, pointing at Rory wildly across the table, "That's why you're my favorite."
Amber looked amused at the two before ignoring them and eating breakfast
Next chapter- you will just have to wait and see hint drama hint