Author's Note: Ah, someone shoot me! I am soooo sorry! I totally forgot about this story! AK! You are allowed to throw pillows at me! I just reread my chapter and saw where I left you off. I would have beaten myself up if I were someone else! ... That made no sense, but anyhoo. Without further ado, here is chapter 10! And chapter 11 will be up by February! I promise you that much:P
"I don't know how to tell you this..."
"Tells us, what, Joshua?!" I squeaked, my entire body beginning to tremble. "Joshua!" I heard a sigh and felt Richard's arms tighten around me. "Emily," the doctor began. "Rory is in a much deeper coma than we first thought. Her heart rate can't seem to stay at a healthy level and her br - " My husband cut in as tears began falling from my eyes.
"Joshua, thank you, but ... I don't think either of us can handle much more." he whispered, holding me close as a soft sob escaped my lips. I heard the man sigh and whisper a faint, 'Alright' and 'I'll talk to you at the hospital later.' before he hung up. Richard hit the speaker phone button to turn it off and held me in his lap as I sobbed. My Grandbaby ... She was in a coma.
"Hi there." I said, laying down on the floor and looking under my daughter's bed. "What are you doing under here?" My little granddaughter has been hiding from me and her mother for the past 10 minutes and I went directly to where I knew she would be.
"I don't want Mommy to take me home." she whispered, her voice and lip quivering as 4 year-old Rory Gilmore clutched a blanket I had given to her to her chest, the soft, silky boarder being rubbed between her fingers and thumb.. "I never get to come over here and when I do, Mommy never lets me stay."
I almost started crying myself when she said that. "I know, Sweetheart." I whispered softly. "But when you do come out, you have so much fun with Grandpa and me, don't you?" I chuckled softly when she eagerly nodded, a soft grin forming on her own lips. I gently pulled her from under the bed and placed her on my hip, much like I did my daughter when she was younger. "I know you don't want to go, but just think. The next time you come out the snow is going to be gone and all the pretty flowers in my gardens are going to have blossomed and the trees will be green and it will be perfect for our own little picnic outside."
That seemed to have brightened her face and mood as I carried her downstairs and to my daughter, who was standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and her foot tapping impatiently. "There you are, Rory!" she said, scooping her quickly from my arms and placing her on her hip. "Well, wave to Grandma and Grandpa." The younger Lorelai did as she was told and watched over her mother's shoulder as they made their way toward her car.
Suddenly, Rory burst into sobs and started screaming, "I want my Blankie!" Lorelai looked at her quizzically as I ran back upstairs and practically dove beneath my daughter's bed, grabbing the yellow blanket and moving to my own bedroom to mist it with my perfume as an after-thought. After I applied a decent amount of Chanel Number 5 to the material, I swiftly moved down to the group by the door and handed Rory her Blankie. "There you go, Sweetheart." I whispered, tucking the yellow quilt-like baby blanket in her arms. She buried her nose in it and looked at me with those beautiful eyes of her's, filled to the brim with new tears as Lorelai put her in her car seat and buckled her up.
I watched as they drove away, my own tears forming in my eyes as I shut the door and moved to sit in Richard's lap. He was seated in the chair across from the drink cart, sipping at a glass of brandy when I moved into the living room. I took a sip of his drink and set the glass on the table next to him before climbing into his lap and resting my head on his shoulder, my own sobs leaving my lips. He simply held me and rubbed my back as I let my emotions take over me.
I pulled back from the embrace Richard had enveloped me in, seeking comfort in his glowing eyes. Those eyes ... They looked so much like Rory's. I saw tears in them through my own salty demons clouding my vision. I simply leaned forward and kissed him deeply, letting him know in my own way that I was and always will be there for him. He returned the kiss just as passionately as I had started it, his tongue delving inside my mouth for refuge as my caressed the crevices of his mouth I had grown to know better than my own mouth. We broke the kiss, both gasping for air as we shed our tears, a sob escaping my husband's petal-like lips.
This time, I held him close as he cried, my hand stroking the back of his head gently as I cradled him close to me. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity before he stood, me still in his arms, and brought us to his sofa. He set me down on the floor so I was standing on my own before stretching out on the sofa and opening his arms, inviting me into his embrace.
I quickly accepted the invitation and snuggled close to him, pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa over on top of us. I let myself drift into a deep sleep, knowing full well I wouldn't stay asleep for long.
She was dead. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore had died over night from a brain aneurism. I stood over her coffin, Richard's hand on the small of my back, and laid a little yellow blanket inside. We moved quickly from the coffin and I sought refuge in my husband's embrace as Lorelai walked to the coffin and started to sob, her stomach effecting the way she leaned against Luke for comfort. I moved to her to comfort her as well, and instead of offering comfort, I received a slap across the face. "It's your fault!" she screamed. "If you wouldn't have given her the chance to meet Logan, none of this would have happened!"
I simply stood there as she slapped me again, and clung to Luke. he was glaring at me was well. RICHARD walked from behind me and handed me something. it was his wedding band. "Lorelai's right." he whispered, his hand resting on our daughter's back. "It was your fault. The party was your idea, not mine."
I shot up on the couch, falling from is in my quick movement, and screamed loudly. Richard quickly rolled over and looked at me as I lay on the floor, gasping for breath. "Emily?" he said groggily. "What happened? What's wrong?" I simply continued to gasp for breath and sat up, my hand grasping his knee.
"Nightmare." I managed to croak out, moving so I was sitting on he sofa instead of the hard-wood floor. "Terrible nightmare." My husband wrapped his arms around me and held me close as I regained my breath, trying his very best to soothe me of my fears.
My mind instantly rushed to Lorelai and I dashed to the phone on Richard's desk, quickly punching in the digits of my daughter's home number. "Hello, I am pregnant and have fat ankles. Give me a slight break. There's a kid in my stomach. Leave a message after the beep." beep "Lorelai, Answer your ph - "
"Emily?" I heard a familiar voice say.
"Babbette? What on Earth are you ... What's wrong with Lorelai?" I asked, instantly knowing there was something wrong with my daughter. "Answer me, Babbette!" I Was becoming more and more panicked with the woman's silence.
"She worked herself up so much she ... She went into premature labour about an hour and a half ago. I haven't h - ." I dropped the receiver and ran to the door, not caring that I left the woman babbling as my husband raced after me; not caring that I didn't have on shoes or make up.
My baby was in trouble.
Author's Note: Very short, I know! But it's an update! And another cliffy! Mwahahaha! (readies to be hit with several flying objects) Leave a review!!