Something Major

Who knew fruit could cause so many problems . . .

Author Notes: Takes place after season 7 "I'd Rather Be In Philadelphia"

Chapter Three: One Thing Left

RORY'S POV

Rory paced back and forth, alternating between watching out the window and puking in the toilet in the bathroom.

When she gotten to the house, she hadn't been able to sit still. She'd tried to flip through channels, but everything reminded her of the predicament she was in: Was she pregnant or not? There was the way to numerous commercials for: home pregnancy tests, diapers, toys, summer clothes for kids. Not to mention the ever-annoying Lifetime movies about teen pregnancy and abortion. Oh and let's not forget the classic sitcoms and nighttime dramas and their overreaction to the whole situation and added humor yet too.

Lights flashed in the windows and Rory let out a sigh of relief; her mother was finally home. Then her stomach queased and she whimpered, running straight for the bathroom. Well, either she was pregnant and she had morning sickness or she was just too nervous and upset to deal with this and it upset her stomach.

LORELAI'S POV

"Ugh, just hang up the goddamn cell phone and drive, grandma!" Lorelai yelled out the window of jeep to the Oldsmobile in front of her. "Geez! She gunned her Jeep and veered into the other lane. "I'm comin' Rory. I'm coming."

She was almost to her house, almost there.

Rory was probably freaking out so the sooner she got to the house the better. The girl was exactly like her mother in almost way and Lorelai knew it. As she drove she glanced over to the passengers seat, she saw the plastic bag with the pregnancy test in it.

She shook her head, sighing. For Rory, and, well, Logan, Lorelai hoped the test turned out to be negative. Rory was still so young. She was graduating from college soon and her life was really just starting. There was so much that Lorelai wanted for her daughter that she had never had for herself. However she didn't want to push Rory. If Rory ever decided not to do something, she would support her decision 100. Sometimes she may not always be happy about it, but she'd still support her daughter.

She rounded the corner and pulled into the driveway. She shut off the headlights and the car, grabbed the plastic bag, and went up to the door. Going into the house she yelled, "Rory, I'm home!"

There was no immediate answer. In fact, there was no sound at all but then–yep! Lorelai knew exactly what was going on from the sudden retching noise filling the house. She went straight to the downstairs bathroom, finding the door closed. From the inside she could hear sobbing, and, well, . . . the tossing of cookies. She pushed open the door.

"Oh, honey . . ." Rory looked up at her mother's words. The young college senior's face was beat red, her eyes an even brighter shade. Her hair hung in tangles over her eyes.

"Mom, I'm so scared," Rory sobbed, collapsing in a crying fit on the floor. Lorelai sighed sympathetically, cocking her head to the side. She set the plastic bag on the bathroom sink.

She sat down beside her grown-up little girl, stroking her brunette locks. Rory put her arms around her mother, still crying, "It'll be okay, everything will be okay. Let's just get this over with. We wouldn't want to freak out over nothing."

Rory nodded, sniffling. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and pushing the hair out of her face, "I just wanna know for sure. I'm sick of being in the dark."

"Here," Lorelai reached for the bag on the sink, pulling it down to the ground, "You take this and I'll make us some coffee."

LORELAI'S POV

A few minutes later as Lorelai pressed the 'on' button on the coffee maker. The sweet-smelling grounds sifted through the water into the pot. Lorelai closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of the java.

For as long as she could remember, coffee had always held her captivation. When she was little the maids in her mother and father's house would sneak her cups into her room on late nights while her parents were at functions or business dinners.

When she had Rory at sixteen and ran away she didn't have the luxury of relying on a maid for anything anymore. In fact, she was the maid at her job at the Independence Inn and at home with Rory. One thing she did treasure, though, was the nights when Rory was still a baby, and Lorelai would go grocery shopping. Normally one would reserve grocery shopping for during the day when it was light out. However, Lorelai worked all day and a car ride always helped Rory go to sleep. She loved being in the store, pushing the cart full of food and other things, Rory in her car seat on the front and she'd go through . . . the coffee aisle.

All of the rich caffeinated smells overloading her nose at the same time . . . like a drug. Those moments to herself while Rory slept were so precious to her.

But now . . . if Rory was pregnant then she and Logan would get married and start their own life, leaving Lorelai . . .alone.

She'd always thought she'd have someone by now, a male someone. Though, not Christopher. Deep down despite her actions over previous years she'd always known that she and Christopher were never meant to be. Sure, he gave her Rory and she'd always be grateful to him for that but . . . that was it.

Lorelai had thought she'd found that someone in Luke but so many obstacles had come between them. The rift with Rory when she dropped out of college, his newly-discovered daughter April, Lorelai's parents, and the biggest obstacle of all: Christopher Hayden. All those things and Lorelai wasn't sure if they could ever go back to the way they were. That didn't mean she didn't love him, though. In a way she always had and s she knew she always would. But sometimes love just wasn't enough.

Sighing, she sat down at the kitchen table and put her head down on the table, her hands over her head.

Would things ever get better?

"Mom?"

Lorelai lifted her head, smiling despite her troubles, "What's the verdict, Judge Judy?"

Rory looked over at the coffee pot, "Well, I guess we better stock the house with something other than coffee for a few months." Rory's expression was less than positive.

"Oh, honey, it's going to be okay," Lorelai stood, going over to her daughter and enveloping her into a comforting hug.

Rory sniffled, "I hope you're right."

Lorelai looked down at her little girl, "It will be. You know why? Because I said so." Lorelai tried to lighten the mood. "Now there's just one thing left to do." Rory nodded. "When's the next time you'll see Logan?"

"Tonight," Rory sighed.

To Be Continued . . .

Next time on "Something Major": Rory tells Logan about the baby. What will his reaction be?

I'm not sure what the name with be or if it's a boy or girl. If you have any thoughts on either, put it in a review. Also: what's your thought on who Lorelai should be with?