"No Will." Jess snatched him up from the floor and took the fabric block from his hand.
"What's he doing now?" Lorelai and Rory had just returned.
"I'll take this up stairs." Rory said about her bags and carried them upstairs.
"He's decided to throw everything he can get his hands on at Libby and Casey. Bottles, books, blocks, stuffed toys."
"So you've decided to take over the role of being the family hooligan." Lorelai took Will from Jess.
She glanced at Casey who was sat on the floor. Libby was curled up asleep on the couch.
"It's definitely got to be in the Danes genes."
"There are rumours that you used to climb down the tree outside your bedroom window." Jess reminded her.
"That was rebelling against a lifestyle I hated and how I ended up with Rory."
"Speaking of lifestyle, did your mother reach you?"
" Paris answered and told her I was busy. I just haven't called her back yet."
"She called me to ask where you were, and then had a go at me for letting Libby answer the phone, even when I knew who it was."
"Sounds like my mother. Take the hooligan and I'll call her." Lorelai handed Will back to Jess.
"Hey." Rory said when she came back downstairs. "Who's Mom talking to?"
"Your grandmother and I'm stopping your brother from being a hooligan and throwing things."
"It must be genetic."
"I'm more steps genetically removed from him than you are." Jess pointed out.
"So we're okay?" Rory said.
"We had a fight, we'll have others and we'll get over them."
"Hey Will." Rory held out her arms and took him. "What have you been doing?"
Casey had seen all the attention her brother was getting and crawled over and tugged on Jess's pant let.
Jess picked her up.
"So did you find a dress?" Jess asked.
" Paris had already selected the ones she pre-approved. They even made me try on one that made me look like a crossed between Elizabeth I and Cinderella. There was enough fabric to clothe half of Africa."
"I'm taking it you decided against that one."
"I got the perfect dress. Mom cried."
"That's good."
"Lane and Paris got dresses that remind me of Tiffany boxes."
"You mean those blue ones?" Jess asked.
"Yes. Very fifties style dresses. But I told them to pick something they'd agreed on."
The doorbell rang.
"That will be Kirk." Jess said.
"You invited Kirk over?" Rory questioned.
"No. But he's been following me all day offering his services."
"His services as what?"
"Just about anything you want."
"Kinky." Rory winked at him.
"You may find it kinky, I find it incredibly creepy."
"Potato, pohtato." Rory shrugged.
"You want me to tell Kirk you called him a potato?" Jess asked.
"You should get the door before it wakes Libby up."
"She's been asleep for an hour, she'll be fine and it's not my house."
"A great argument there."
Casey tugged on his t-shirt.
"You want to go back down again don't you?" Jess set her on the floor. "I'll get the door."
Jess walked over and pulled the door open.
"Kirk, I told you…" He stopped when saw it wasn't Kirk at the door. "Sorry Babette."
"It's okay doll." Babette told him. "Is Lorelai home?"
"She's on the phone with her mother. But come in."
"Thanks doll." Babette came in. "Hey Rory."
"Hey Babette. How's Maury?"
"He's just fine doll, thanks for asking."
TBC