Just Another Lorelai Gilmore

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Chapter 6.

We were well into our second movie, it was past one in the morning, but neither of us had showed interest in calling it a night. "Is Lane opening the diner again? Or do you need to get going?"

"No I don't have to go, lane is opening. She's been volunteering for the morning shifts while I'm here, so she can have the kids at night while Zach works I guess. Trying to push me out the door?" He asked teasingly, but also seemed to be waiting for an actual answer.

"Not at all. I like this." I replied, though I wasn't sitting too close to him. Just having him here was nice. For the first time since he got there, I tried to stifle a yawn coming on, but failed miserably.

"Gilmore getting tired during a movie night? Never heard of such a thing."

I laughed and shook my head. "It's my old age, my bed starts calling to me at eight pm."

"Right, because we're so close to that senior citizens discount at Denny's these days. Well grandma, we can call it quits and hang again tomorrow. I told you, I'm yours all week, so if you need a break to sleep better speak up now." His legendary smirk in place, and I all but melted inside.

I bit my lip nervously, contemplating the next thing I was so desperately wanting to say. "I don't want you to go." Close enough to what I actually wanted to come out.

"Huh." He looked back at the TV and smiled to himself.

I threw the couch pillow at him and laughed. "All of a sudden you want to channel your monosyllabic self."

"I don't mind staying, Rory." He looked at me seriously. "But I am not taking the edge of the couch again. Your butt can hang off the couch all night, see what kind of toll it takes on you in your 'old age'."

I stood up and turned off Willy Wonka, and offered my hand out. At first he looked confused, but stood as well and took my hand. "Now don't get any funny ideas mister, I'm just not a fan of the couch." We walked into my room and I flipped the light on. "I'm gonna go change into my pajamas." I picked up my clothes and headed out, but stopped. "If you want something to sleep in, I have some Yale sweats I bought for my dad, but never gave to him. They're in that second drawer there." I pointed him to the right direction and left to change in the bathroom.

A few minutes later when I came back, he was changed and holding a book in his hands on my bed. But not just any book. "I wasn't going to steal it again." He smiled and looked up at me from the open pages. "You seem to have kept this in a very peculiar spot ms. Gilmore. Any reason it was all by its lonesome in that drawer with random clothes?"

"I, uh … I didn't want anything to happen to it. It's special to me." I looked down at my feet, and then back at him. "And not just because it's a good book. It makes me think of you. So partly I was protecting it and your notes, and partly because I didn't like it being out as a reminder of us. It used to upset me at times." I walked over and sat next to him on the bed.

"I know I've apologized for the stupid kid I used to be, but I really am sorry for how I hurt you Ror." He placed a gentle kiss on the side of my head.

"No apologies needed anymore, we've moved past all that. This time is for getting to know each other now, not bring up our mistakes. Besides, I am absolutely dead tired. You ready to lay down?" I looked at him and let out a giggle. "This Yale attire is very becoming of you. I feel you could model this at the student store and people would run to buy these sweats."

He rolled his eyes. "It's not too late for me to go, ya know."

I shook my head and scooted back further on the bed. "Nope, you already said you'd stay." He followed my direction and moved back on the bed as well, tucking his legs inside the blankets. I suddenly became very aware of how close we would be to one another and froze. "This is going to sound so lame, but I've never been so nervous to sleep next to another person." I laughed into my hands and peeked out to look at him.

He had a goofy grin on his face and pulled my arms and the rest of me down into a laying position with him. In almost one smooth maneuver, he had wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "Yeah well, too bad. Good night Rory."

I looked up at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight." And falling asleep next to him, was like finally coming home.

—The next morning—

I opened my eyes, and the sun was coming through the curtains, with a rude brightness. Jess was lightly snoring, and it was the cutest sound I'd ever heard. For now at least, give it a while and I'd probably be more annoyed. My head was resting in the crook of his arm, and I noticed the position of his other hand lightly resting on my stomach. I don't have a bump, or anything, but the very fact his palm was right above my unborn child was a very weird feeling. And yet he laid there, in complete ignorance. I felt guilty. I was allowing us to become close, with possibly one of the biggest secrets I could ever have. Right then and there, I decided I would tell him by the time he left town.

I laid there, watching him until his eyes began to flutter open and his body started shifting around. "Mornin'. Have you been watching me for very long?" He asked between yawns.

I shook my head. "I've only been up for a few minutes. I didn't know if I should wake you. Wouldn't want you to be up early when you don't have to work."

He glanced over at my clock beside the bed. "Eight o'clock is hardly early for me anymore." My body stiffened as he glided his hand across my stomach to bring me closer to him and he reacted immediately. "I'm sorry, if this is too much I can go."

"No, its not that." I looked into his eyes. "I promise its not that. I just need to get up and pee really bad." He released his hold on me, and I slowly sat up, then left the room. I decided to brush my teeth as well and wash my face to get ready for the day. I looked in the mirror and and held on to the counter with a grip. My face was white and I could feel a spout of morning sickness come on. I dropped to my knees and hurled into the toilet. A few minutes later I could feel my color coming back and the nausea ease up. Brushing my teeth once more and gurgling some mouth wash, I exited the bathroom.

"You ok? You're looking a little clammy."

There's the guilt feeling again. The courage to tell him better be here by the end of the week. But I just shrugged my shoulders at him and collapsed on the bed. "Just too much junk food during the movies last night. There's new toothbrushes in the bathroom drawer and clean towels in the hall if you wanna take a shower." Was i being too forward? "Or I mean, you could go to the apartment for that. It's up to you, I was just offering."

"Ok. I'll be back." He got up and left the room. I heard the shower turn on from the bathroom down the hall.

I groaned in frustration and rubbed my face. Closing my eyes, I decided to just relax while Jess showered. If I was this tired all the time at only two months along, I obviously had no clue what was in store for me down the road. Slowly, I dozed off into a light nap.

I heard my door creak open, and I heard shuffling around the room. I opened one eye and tried to focus my blurred and tired vision. I saw Jess' figure grabbing at some clothes, and my other eye shot open. There he stood, with the towel wrapped around his waist. "I forgot to take my clothes with me, I didn't mean to wake you." I couldn't peel my eyes away. God that man looked good. "See something ya like creeper?" He smirked and walked away to go change.

I could feel the heat on my face as I blushed when he came back in the room. "So um, what did you want to do before you go back to the diner?"

Sitting next to me on the bed, he started putting on his shoes. "Well I could make us something to eat if you have anything here for me to cook?"

We walked into the kitchen and I rummaged around the cabinets and fridge for food. "We have eggs, a roll of sausage that still has a respectable best by date, and moms favorite… 'just add water' pancake mix." I placed the items on the counter.

"Luke hasn't thrown that garbage out, yet? Where's all his supplies that he cooks with?" Jess looked into the fridge, as if I had missed a bunch of food I wasn't showing him.

I rolled my eyes. "She likes her food at the diner still. Plus nobody, aka me, has gone shopping since they went on their honeymoon."

"Ok, well I guess it will do." He rolled up his sleeves and started on the food.

I sat at the table, I had offered to help but he just laughed and said it was better I didn't. Watching him move around the kitchen, making breakfast after waking up next to each other, this was amazing. This was something I could repeat in life.

Serving up the eggs, sausage and pancakes, he set a plate in front of me. "Thank you." I placed my hand on his as I said this, and then started in on my food. We sat eating breakfast, discussing recent books we had read and random things that we'd never had the chance to tell each other. I reluctantly gave into the whole story of how I stole a boat, since he only knew bits and pieces. And he talked about the time he spent in New York, living on a mattress on the floor. We agreed to share little stories like this for the week, catching up on what we had missed.

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