Chapter Five of I Guess I Gotta Do Some Work : Did I hear what I think I heard?
A/N- This is going to be a little longer of story than I anticipated. Sorry, but I have some ideas and I think you will all like them. The wedding will probably be chapter six or seven. I just have to add a lot more details for me to be able to get everything I want in. So review a lot so I can get the next chapters written fast. It helps me get ideas quicker! So review!
Rory just stood in the doorway completely shocked. The words PARIS and PREGNANT were not words she expected to use in any sentences anytime soon. Unable to get any words out, Rory simply motioned for to come in . She closed the door and walked Paris over to the couch.
Paris and Rory simply sat there for a while before any words were spoken. The uncomfortable silence halted once Paris' excuse began to flow out of her mouth.
"Look I know what you must think, Paris Yale's resident whore has gotten Pregnant. But sometimes one of those little things get through. I mean it's not the first time this has happened. I mean look at you. But just because this has happened to me doesn't mean I am not going to turn out fine…"
Paris began to cry slowly while still talking a mile a minute.
"I can finish school and then get a good job during the summer to save up, and when this thing come out of me I'll…I'll…"
At this point Paris was sobbing. Rory went down and sat down next to the sobbing Paris.
"Shh Paris… I'll be okay… Shh."
Once Rory got Paris back to being able to breath, she told Paris her plan.
"Paris, this is what we will do. Tomorrow after we go to my mother wedding, I will drive you back to you and Doyle's Apartment and I'll sit down and help you to him and we will get everything settled and if he says that he can't handle him we will pack him in a barrel and send him down Niagara Falls over and over again till either he drowns or agrees to be supportive. Then after his death or his cooperation is achieved, we will return here and eat the most amazing food you have ever tasted in the world at my mom's wedding reception. And we are going to have so much fun, you will forget about the baby for the night and then be so happy about it, you will not believe you are your self. Comprende? Do you understand, because I could get big posters?"
Paris nodded, "Yes, but I do have one question."
"Sure Paris what's the problem?"
"Why wasn't I invited to your mother's wedding?"
"Well, it sort of just was planed earlier today."
"Okay well other than that one aspect the plan seems very appropriate. Thank you so much."
"It's fine Paris, I am always here when ever you need me." Rory scooted over on the couch and gave Paris a friendly Hug.
Little did either of them know that Loreali had heard that entire conversation. She now about the wedding. Loreali crept back up the stairs as to not disturb the two of them. All types of thoughts were buzzing through her head. A wedding tomorrow? How? Luke? How could he do that all in a few hours? Had he done this all for her? How?
And to top it all off, Paris was pregnant. Well that was certainly a surprise.
A few hours later, Loreali crept back down the stairs. She made sure Paris was sound asleep. Loreali remembered after she found out that she was pregnant, she also slept very, very well. She could see the tears stains across her cheeks. The thought back to how hard she had had to work to create the life she had created for Rory. Loreali then thought to how much Paris would have to work and the best thing she could do at the moment is pray that everything will be okay and act that everything will be okay as well.
Loreali drifted back to the Present. She then realized what she was in the middle of and then quietly walked towards Rory's room and opened the door as silently as she possibly could.
Loreali made sure she was asleep. She went to her bedside and give her a small kiss on her forehead. She smiled at her mature, beautiful, talented, and successful daughter. The she silently slipped out of Rory's room.
She went over to the refrigerator, grabbed a water bottle, and quietly tip toed out the back door.
Loreali grabbed her keys she had out in her pocket and ran to the car. She put the key into the ignition and backed out of the driveway and drove off down the rode.
As she drove past the square, she saw a lot of flowers and chairs set up. The gazebo was a picture of perfection. Perfect for a wedding. She smiled thinking about all of the work Luke had gone through. She pulled up to the diner, got out of the car and reached up above the door and toke the spare key and opened the door she ran up the stairs tow at a time and reached his apartment door.
She opened the door and saw an asleep Luke, sprawled over papers on his kitchen table. Loreali walked over to him and smiled at his asleep form. She pulled out a chair from the table and sat down and grabbed his hand. She began to rub her thumbs over his knuckles and fingers.
After about five to ten minutes of her gentle hand massage, Luke began to stir. He awoke to what he thought was the perfect image. Loreali's face. She smiled at him as he began to open his eyes and blink. Once he took in what he saw he began to speak to her.
"Loreali. What…"
" Let me talk for a moment. Luke, I know you have been planning our wedding for the past day but…"
"Look I know about Chris, I know you were upset and I hope the only reason you did it because you were pissed off with me, I hope you don't…"
She tried cut him off again. "Yes, but.."
"I hope you don't have any feelings for him because if you did…"
"I don't… but.."
"Because if you did I don't want you to think I am forcing you into this marriage…"
"I know…"
"Because I am not, in no way shape or form am I forcing you, I mean I love you and I want to marry you tomorrow but if you don't…"
"I do! Luke will you please listen to me for just one second!" Luke stopped trying to defend himself and began to listen contently. "Thank you. Now I don't have one feeling left for Christopher, nothing, not even one ounce, pick something smaller to measure because not even that could measure my feelings for him because nothing is necessary to measure, because there is nothing. I love you and I would Love to marry you…tomorrow. I want to be your wife. I want you to move in, I want to have kids and want you to get all frustrated when the bother me, or when you threaten they will never be able to date until they are in their thirties. I want all of that with you. I want you to be Rory's stepfather, because you are a million times more dependable than her actual father. And I hope you want me to be a stepmother to April, because I love you."
Luke just smiled at her and leaned over the table and pulled her out her seat and simply kissed her.
"Yes I want all of those things… especially the last one."
"I love you" He said one more time before he kissed her hard, and she slowly pulled him towards the bed.
Coming up: Rory's Love Life? What will happen? How will Doyle take the pregnancy? Will he Cooperate or drown? How does Kirk fit into all of this?
Find out!