Something Major
Who knew fruit could cause so many problems . . .
Author Notes: Takes place after season 7 "I'd Rather Be In Philadelphia"
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or its characters at all.
Chapter Two: Could This Be A Fluke?
Lorelai Gilmore sat behind the reception desk at the Dragonfly Inn she co-owned with her best friend Sookie and their friend Michel. Sookie was the head-chef and Michel took care of the bookings and the guests. Lorelai herself handled the expenses and the other employees along with filling in wherever she was needed. On this day, Michel was out sick with the flu. That left Lorelai and some of the other staff to take over his responsibilities.
At this moment, Lorelai was going through the mail the Inn had received the day before. It was still early, not even noon, and there wasn't much activity from the guests around the Inn. Most of them were still sleeping. Lorelai herself had come in around six that morning.
This was not like her in that she usually never arrived at the Inn until eight-thirty or nine in the morning. But lately with her problems with her husband Christopher, things were harder. She slept less, got up earlier. Her life was not right. Her marriage was falling apart and she knew it.
Oh well though. She couldn't fall apart now. For one she was at work. And another, she couldn't do that to her daughter Rory. Rory knew that there was something wrong with her parent's marriage but Lorelai had not told her only daughter was that they were officially on their way to a divorce. She and Christopher had already decided to divorce. All that was left was to finalize it. Lorelai just didn't know how to tell Rory.
"Mom!"
Lorelai jerked her head up and stopped writing. Rory was rushing in the door toward her, "Rory, what's up? Shouldn't you be at class?"
"This is way more important than class!" Rory's eyes were wide.
"Rory . . ."
"Mom, can we go upstairs or something and talk?" Tears ran down Rory's face now, "Please?"
Lorelai put the pent that had been in her hand down and went over to her only daughter. She put her hands on Rory's shoulders and led her into the library, "Tell me what's wrong."
"I ate it!" Rory's expression was full of complete fear.
"Hun, you're not making any sense. Sit down," Lorelai said. Rory sat down and sniffled.
"At breakfast this morning," Rory sobbed, "I wasn't p-paying attention to what I was putting on my tray." Rory ran her hands through her hair. "I was thinking about stuff in my head. And by the time I sat down at my usual table and took a bite . . ." Rory trailed off.
"What happened?" Lorelai said.
"I-I ate . . . I ate-" Rory took a deep breath again, sobbing, "It was a-an APPLE!!!!"
"No!!!!!!" Lorelai gasped.
Rory sobbed, "It was! You know what that means!"
"Yes, I do," Lorelai nodded, "I only ate apples willingly when I was pregnant with you. Well, and that fluke when Sookie had Martha."
"Could this be a fluke? 'Cause I hope it is," Rory said.
"Maybe?" Lorelai shrugged.
"I can not handle this right now!" Rory shouted.
"Rory, just . . . chill!" Lorelai sat down beside Rory, "You don't know for sure yet. Though, if you were . . ."
"Mom!!!" Rory's eyes were extremely wide with shock and possibly even fear.
"Okay, this is what we're going to do," Lorelai took a deep breath, "After I get done with my shift we're going to go to Woodbridge. We'll get a home-test and come back to Stars Hollow the safety of our own home where there are no gossiping Babette or Miss Patty around. Then we'll go from there."
"What am I supposed to do until then?" Rory said.
"Go home," Lorelai said, "Curl up on the couch, eat lots and lots of junk food. Watch a movie or something. I shouldn't be home any later than 6-make that 6:30. Okay?" Rory nodded, staring out into space. Lorelai shook her. "Look at me!" Rory blinked her eyes and looked straight into her mother's eyes. "You're going to be fine. No matter what this test says you'll be fine. You're a twenty-one-almost twenty-two-year old senior in college. You're responsible, level-headed . . . but most importantly you've got family and friends who love you to death. Not to mention a great boyfriend who you're completely in love with. You'll be fine."
Rory took a deep, deep breath and let it out, "Okay . . ."
"Yes, just breathe," Lorelai instructed, "Now go home and wait for me." Rory nodded again. The young college student kept nodding and taking deep breaths as she left the room and went out the front door of the Inn. Lorelai sighed and went back to work.
To be continued . . .
