Well would you look at that! It actually decided to upload today! I went to upload this chapter yesterday and the site wouldn't let me. I was extremely angry and I even ranted a bit. So, how is everyone's day? Mine is just great. I have a nice little story to tell you. Yesterday, I wanted to change social studies classes because I am having a huge problem with all but one of the other students in my class. So I went to my counselor who directed me to the head of the social studies department. I asked him and he said there shouldn't be a problem but that I should just check in with him in the morning. So this morning, I go into his office and he tells me that my teacher doesn't want me to leave the class because I am one of the two who actually does my work and pays attention. He then tells me that I can request to switch if I want to, but he wants me to wait a week! It is driving me insane. I can never concentrate in that class because of these three guys that sit next to me. They are always talking and listening to music, and when I asked them politely if they could just be quiet for a few minutes, and they were completely rude to me! And then we have 'brunette Barbie' over in the corner with her two little idiot guys who sit there staring at her as if a chance with her is like ruling the world. I am sorry, but am I the only one that sees a problem with this situation?
Sorry, I had to vent/rant. It beats bottling it up and then stabbing someone with a pencil on Monday. So, I would really like to thank my reviewers. Anyone who doesn't review but does read, I do not plan on thanking you any time soon. Wow am I in a fowl mood! So I am stuck in my room, contemplating how my day could get any worse. I have come up with a few things like "get my arm chopped off by my mother while she is randomly throwing knives through the house" and "go blind because the shampoo I am using is actually a dangerous chemical that my sister replaced it with as a practical joke" and some others, but they all are pretty much the same. On with the story!
Disclaimer: if I really owned anything, do you really think that I would need to go to a public school where I can't even switch a simple social studies class?
A/N: Flashbacks are in italics. oh, and so are thoughts. Can't forget those, they do like to pop into our heads occasionally.
Chapter 9: Carrot hater No More
"Sniffy's! We're here Jakey! Now remember, you need to embarrass daddy as much as possible in there, ok?" she asked Jake. Luke glared at her. "Don't pay any attention to him! He just doesn't understand us banana-haters." she said. That seemed to be one of the fruits that Jake refused to eat along with prunes (which Lorelai insisted that no one should voluntarily eat) and pears.
"Stop poisoning his mind." Luke insisted.
"Daddy! Stop being a pickle-puss!" she said smiling at her new found word. Dirty! She thought to herself. Yes, it definitely was. Luke just gave her another look. "Fine, let's go." she said getting out of the jeep. She then got Jake out, Luke grabbed the diaper bag (which again was magical and went wherever Jake went) and then they both walked into the restaurant.
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"Lorelai!" Maisy shouted excitedly as she ran over to greet the small family. "And this must me Jake. Why, he looks like you Lucas!" she concluded as she looked him over. Luke's face turned ten shade of red in embarrassment.
"Good job! And not even two minutes in!" she whispered in Jake's ear just load enough so that Luke could hear her.
"Why don't you come sit down and I can have a look at this little one." she suggested as she gestured to Jake.
"Ok. Come on Lucas." she said to Luke. He glared at her. "Hey, If she can, then I can too!" she said to him. Maisy then lead them over to the booth.
"Just go sit." he said. "You are some work." he said, but he was smiling the whole time.
"Oh, you would know." she said hinting at their bedroom activities.
"Oh geez. Can you think of anything for more than two seconds?"
"You complain now and you won't get any tonight." she threatened. Luke, Lorelai, and Jake (who was being held by Lorelai still) all got into the booth while Maisy went off to get Buddy.
"Not in public please." he begged.
"Luke, were you told the stork version of the origin of babies because I assure you that is not where this little guy came from." she said referring to Jake while lightly bouncing him up and down on her knee while he chewed on her thumb. He now had three teeth with one more poking through, but Lorelai didn't mind. Luke however, was a different story.
"Lorelai! Lorelai!" Luke voice echoed through the house. He was sitting on the couch holding six month old Jake on his lap. "We have to go!" he yelled again. She then came into view as she bounded down the stairs.
"What?" she asked.
"We have to go." he repeated.
"Where?" she asked. She had no idea what he was talking about.
"The doctor's office." he answered.
"Oh shoot! I forgot. Hold on. Let me get my coat" she said as she ran to the foyer. Thankfully she was dressed to a degree of normalcy. "Ok, let's go!" she said.
"Just grab the--OW!" he interjected.
"What happened?" Lorelai asked worriedly.
"He bit me!"
"Who bit you?"
"Jake bit me!" he answered staring at his index finger.
"He…bit you? That was your big 'OW'?" she asked. Underneath all that muscle, there was a weak wimp that surfaced every once in a while. "Oh you big baby. You want me to kiss you boo-boo?" she asked while laughing.
"It hurt! Has he ever bitten you?" he asked irritated at how she didn't believe him.
"Ah yeah. Numerous times babe. Like the other day. Remember when you walked in to the house to hear me swearing?" she asked. Luke nodded. "Yeah, well that was because I was breast feeding him and he bit my boob. So yes, he has bitten me before. Look, the skin wasn't broken so let's just go, and I will give it a kiss later. Interested?" she asked seductively. Luke just grinned and kissed her. "So that's a yes?" she asked.
"yes." he answered and leaned in for another kiss. "Ow!" he yelled as he pulled away quickly.
"What finger was it this time?" Lorelai asked.
"Look Buddy! Isn't he just the spitting image of Lucas here?" Maisy asked, interrupting the little conversation that Luke and Lorelai had been having in Maisy's absence.
"He sure is!" Buddy answered.
"May I hold him?" Maisy asked politely while holding out her arms.
"Sure!" Lorelai answered and then handed him over.
"Buddy would you mind running and getting these fine kids some food?" Maisy asked. Lorelai had been surprised the first time that she had been referred to as a 'kid' but had now gotten used to it.
"Sure, what do you guys want?" Buddy asked.
"Hhhmm, well we get a choice now do we?" Lorelai asked.
"Just for now! Latter on us will give you no choice!" Maisy laughed.
"Ok well I will have--" Lorelai looked at the menu. I wonder if they have any apples. Or maybe some carrots. That sounds good! Why am I having these weird cravings? Lorelai asked herself. All of a sudden she looked up from the menu with a shocked expression on her face. "Oh god!" she exclaimed.
"What? What is it?" Luke asked her, obviously quite concerned.
"Ah…Luke you order, I have to…ah, I have to call Rory." she stuttered.
"You ok?" Luke asked while rubbing her back.
"Yeah, don't worry. I just forgot to tell her something. I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm fine hun." she reassured him. She then got up from the booth and walked outside. Maybe the combination of some fresh air and that call to Rory will calm me down. She thought to herself. As she stood outside in the cool muggy summer air, she pulled out her phone. She pressed a couple of buttons and then held the phone up to her ear.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "You have reached Luke Danes, Lorelai Gilmore--" Luke voice rang through the phone.
"And sometimes Rory!" Lorelai's yell could be heard from the background.
"And sometimes Rory. Please leave a message--" he continued but was again interrupted.
"Luke! Where is my underwear? I can't find any!" Lorelai's questions were heard shouting from the background.
"I did some laundry last night! Try in the dryer! So anyways, leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible." Luke finished. BEEP!
"Damn it! Where are you?" Lorelai yelled at her phone. She tried her house again. Nothing. "Where the hell are you?" Lorelai yelled at her phone again in frustration. She then decided to call Rory's cell phone. "God I hope you remembered to charge it kid!" she said to herself.
"Hello?" Rory answered.
"Finally! Rory! Mommy has been trying to get a hold of you for the past ten minutes! Where are you?" she asked quickly.
"Ah, I just got out of the house about twenty minutes ago. I am in Doose's right now picking up some food for the road." she said calmly picking up random foods of the shelf to read what they were. "Wait, why were you trying to reach me?" she said finally snapping out of her state of food label concentration. "Did Luke and you get into an accident? Is Jake ok? Are you ok?" she asked as she started to freak out.
"No hun. Nothing like that. But I…I uh…while trying to decide what to eat tonight at the restaurant I told you about--" she started.
"But I thought you told me that they don't let you pick what you eat there or something." Rory recalled from her memory.
"Well I guess tonight is special tonight, so any ways, I was staring at the menu, and I got cravings for carrots." she let out. Rory is a smart kid. She can deduct things right? Lorelai asked herself.
"But you hate carrots!" Rory stated in astonishment.
"I know! And the last time I craved carrots was the same time I was craving apples. Lots and lots of apples." she stated. Come on Rory, dig deep down in you knowledge of mommy's weird habits and cravings! She yelled in her head.
"And…?" Rory inquired. Why was this so important? Was she supposed to remember something? Apples. That rang a bell, but why did that ring a bell? When did she remember this from? Rory asked herself.
"Come on Rory! You know me better than Luke does! The last time I wanted carrots or apples was when I was pregnant for Jake! There! Ringing any bells? God when did this happen? Why? What is Luke going to say?" she said finally verbalizing the question that had been pestering her since the little carrot craving arose.
"Wow! Slow down! You don't know that you are pregnant yet! So stop freaking out about Luke, and how this happened! Calm down." Rory said trying to calm her mother down.
"Ok, calming down now." Lorelai said breathing out. "Rory, do you want to do mommy a favor before I go stick my head in a toilet?" she asked referring to the nervousness she felt. Butterflies were swimming around in her stomach while she felt like the birds must be flying in a ring around her head. Did she want another child? Jake wasn't that old and it might be too soon. But what if she was pregnant? What would she tell Luke? 'Hey Luke, I'm pregnant, get ready for the world of never ending emotions.'? No, she couldn't do that. She knew he wouldn't leave though. If he would have, he would have left when he found out about Jake. If I am pregnant, Luke will get to be there at every doctor's appointment, he would be there to hold her hand through labor. He might even cry when he first saw his child. Lorelai smiled at the thought.
"Sure mom, what do you need?" Rory asked pulling Lorelai out of her thoughts.
"Can you pick me up a pregnancy test and then drop it off at the house?" she asked.
"Sure, but what if Luke sees it? Do you want him to see it? Are you going to tell him before you get home?" Rory asked.
"A lot of questions there kid! Can you just put it in you room somewhere where Luke won't see it?"
"Ah, under the bed?" Rory asked.
"Under the bed is fine and I won't tell Luke until we get a positive yes." she told Rory.
"But what if it is negative?" Rory asked. Negative? I didn't think of that. What if it is? I don't really feel ready for another kid do I? Do I? Lorelai asked herself.
"Ah, well, ah, I guess Luke doesn't need to know." she stated sadly. I do feel ready. I want another baby! Lorelai screamed in her head. She smiled again at this thought.
"Ok, well then I am going to go, you go back to Luke wherever you guys are, and I will pick up that thing. Ok?" Rory asked.
"Sounds good. Thanks babe. Bye. Love ya." Lorelai said.
"Bye mom." Rory said. They both hung up the phone. Lorelai gave out a sigh and walked back into Sniffy's.
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Rory however grabbed some Twinkies, a pregnancy test, the rest of her food for the road, and then headed towards the check-out desk.
"Good evening young lady. How are you this fine summer night?" Taylor asked in his usual 'I seem as if I just have sniffed some paint' kind of manner.
"Just fine. Taylor, can you hurry up? I have somewhere to be and I now have to make another stop. So please, just stop reading everything that is in the basket?" Rory said. She was a little fidgety at that moment. I might have another little brother or sister. She thought.
"Why are you in such a hurry young lady? That's what's wrong with you younger people nowadays; you are always rushing to get something done." he said in a disapproving tone. Rory just glared at him. "Fine, but you know that one day--what is this?" Taylor asked noticing the pregnancy test.
"Oh…ah, it's just for…" Rory tried to come up with an excuse quickly.
"And that's another thing! You are always out partying, and drinking, and having sex!"
"Well Pleasantville came out of their ignorance too; it was bound to happen here." Rory retorted.
"What?" Taylor asked.
"Just finish up Taylor." she said. I have to go! She thought to herself.
"Here you go, you have a good evening, and remember, next time, be more careful." he said, the last comment referring to the pregnancy test. She just rolled her eyes and paid him the money. He held out the bag full of food, and of course, the pregnancy test, and she walked to her car. She hopped in and headed for home.
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So who thought "ooo? She's pregnant!" right away? Huh? Come on, tell me! So, what do you think? It seems short to me, but it is actually four pages--the average length of my chapters. So, what do you think is going to happen? Predictions are greatly appreciated. I want to know how much you know me. And my writing. Please review. I just realized that is the number one thing that could make my day worse. You could not review. That thought makes me sad. And depressed, which has probably been stated in every other chapter, but this is true. I just feel like crying right now. Please review.
