Chapter One: Baskin Robbins

Disclaimer: Nope...Don't own...

A/N: Thanks for the reviews!! Hope you like this chapter!! Although it is a little cliche...

"So," the little blue-eyed girl said as she licked her ice-cream, "What happens next, Mama?"

"Well, the prince walked up the stairs of his little castle, and he found the princess on his bed!" Her mother replied.

"He did!! Why was she there?"

"She had something very important to tell him."

"What was it!?"

"Well…"

"Rory," Jess whispered quietly, shaking his seventeen-year-old girlfriend awake, "What are you doing here?" He could tell she'd been crying.

Rory's baby blue eyes fluttered open, "I-I had something to tell you….But I don't know how to say it…exactly…." Jess could see the tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Shh…Don't cry; I hate it when you cry…" He took her in his arms and held her close, "Tell me what's on your mind, Ror."

"I…Well…I'm pregnant Jess…And it's yours…." Rory sniffled out between tears, "I love you Jess, and I don't want you to stay with me just because of the baby."

"Rory…" Jess whispered, shaking his head, "Rory…As cliché as this sounds….I would go with you to the ends of the earth…I promise you….I will stay with you for as long as you like…I will take care of this baby. I promise you Rory."

Rory leaned against his chest, breathing in his scent. He smelled distinctly of leather and books, and she loved it, "Thanks you Jess…." She whispered, bringing her lips to his. Her tears seemed to melt away in the passion of the kiss, for he responded fully.

"I love you Rory…"

"I love you too…"

"Wow!! Mommy, is Princess Rory really gonna have a baby?"

"Yes, sweetie, she is. Did you enjoy your ice-cream?"

"Uh-huh!" The child nodded, smiling with teeth stained blue from the ice cream, "It was blue, like my eyes and yours too!"

Her mother laughed, "You made a rhyme! I guess you're a poet and didn't know it!"

"Yep! I can make a rhyme anytime!!" she giggled happily, "When can I hear m ore of the story?"

"How bout I wake you up early tomorrow, and me and you and Daddy can go to Luke's for breakfast? We can see Gramma and Grandpa, and then I'll tell you more."

The little girl pondered this, "Hmm…I guess so, Mommy, but as long as you tell me a lot more!!"

"Okay sweets, I promise."

"Yay!"

A/N: Also, it is in italics because the Rory/Jess story is...not... (Couldn't think of the word!)