A/N: First off, I want to apologize in advance for the brevity of this chapter. It's actually not for logistical reasons, it's because its ending point is a natural one for this bit. So I hope once you see why I ended it there you give me some leeway, especially since I wasn't cruel and didn't leave you on a cliffhanger :D
Next thing is that my much-discussed Paris-Rory fic has been started and is a few chapters in! Here's the link: No Men, Just Lots and Lots of Chinese Food. Please check it out if you have a sec, I'd love to hear what more of my readers from here think of it!
As always, I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts. Thanks to ASP for creating this wonderful world for me to play around with. I do own candles, red wine, lemon drops, and also possess friends, all of which make writing even more of a pleasure.
Chapter 114
"Doughnuts?"
"Check."
"Soda?"
"Check."
"Red Vines?"
"Twizzlers."
"Really?"
"All they had."
"Substandard."
"We'll have to survive somehow."
"Satisficer."
"Perfectionist."
"Just means I'm better at life."
"No, it means you'll always be less satisfied."
"While living a life of much higher quality."
"And never being satisfied with it."
"But it will be better."
"But I'll be happier."
"This is a ridiculous conversation. But I'm sure we're about to be subjected to worse," Rory grinned, as they pulled up at Paris' apartment, "Remember, lobster rolls and bookstores on Sunday, but tonight and tomorrow you have to act like you don't believe she needs to be institutionalized."
"Look, I respect Paris in a crazy genius type way. But I make no such promises for Doyle."
Rory sighed. "Just when I thought you were capable of growth."
"The maturity thing comes and goes."
"We're going in, so try to conjure it again. Grab the stuff?"
"Yes, but only because you have the weight lifting abilities of Spongebob Squarepants."
"I can't even counter that," Rory smiled, walking towards the door and ringing the bell. Immediately it swung open.
"I saw you from the window!" Paris says breathlessly, "Come in already! We have to tell you the thing."
"The thing?"
"The thing!" Doyle added excitedly, appearing behind Paris, "Hello, Rory. It's been too long! But more sentimentality later. First, the thing!"
"Like the Blob?" Jess asked doubtfully as he reached them, carrying the bags, "I'm Jess. You must be Doyle."
"Nice to meet you, buddy!" Doyle grinned, reaching out and shaking Jess' hand enthusiastically. Rory smirked as Jess cringed. "But more of the small talk later! Inside, set your stuff down, and then the thing!"
"Is it the thing or The Thing?" Jess whispered to Rory as they climbed the stairs.
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I'm scared of it," she replied as they entered the apartment, "Whoa! This place looks…different."
The apartment was a veritable disaster. Test swatches of colors had been painted on most of the walls and all of the furniture was out of place. There were shopping bags everywhere, mostly from large department stores, and so many boxes from Amazon that one could barely walk without tripping. The usually obsessively-clean surfaces of her tables and shelves were covered with books, binders, and stacks of papers. But before Rory could get closer to inspect, Paris grabbed her arm.
"Not yet. Put your stuff in your room and get your asses out here and then we'll explain."
"Did you go off your meds again?" Rory rolled her eyes, "Because this is all feeling a little bit 'craft corner' to me."
"Just do it!" Paris rolled her eyes, pushing them into the guest room. Jess looked at Rory with wide eyes.
"This is weird, right? Not just Paris weird?"
"No, this is actually weird," Rory confirmed, "But I have to know now. Morbid curiosity."
"So what are we waiting for?" Jess smirked, gallantly gesturing to the doorway. Rory looked at him nervously and they walked back into the living room.
"So…" Rory asked, looking between the two of them curiously, "What is it?" Paris and Doyle looked at each other, grinning widely.
"I'm pregnant!"
