Grey speckled walls and cold, uncomfortable chairs filled the room. Pointless magazines littered end tables and secretaries sat at desks behind plastic screens with faux smiles plastered on to their faces, making them look as if they actually cared. Phones rang endlessly while numerous people sat in the cold, uncomfortable chairs, all providing an awkward silence that pulsed loudly in Rory's ears. Her fingernails were mutilated, chipped away by her nervous energy, and of course, teeth. Alongside her sat Lorelai, who was flipping away through an old issue of US Weekly, unaware of Rory's turmoil bubbling around here insides.
Rory faintly heard a pleasant voice call her and felt Lorelai tug on her hand, forcing her up and through the door to a smaller room with grey speckled walls, cold, uncomfortable chairs, and an awkward silence that resumed once more. Each successive minute felt longer as the clock ticked them away. The silence was so overwhelming that Rory fell out of her chair as the door opened, revealing Rory's doctor.
As Rory filled in the doctor with Rory's current condition, she felt some of her fear and worries ebb away incrementally slowly, for her doctor showed no signs of judgment toward Rory. Looking around the room, Rory noticed several pamphlets on teenage pregnancy, which made Rory realize that teenage pregnancy was nothing new for her Dr. Lang.
Soon, Rory's O negative blood rested in a vial, waiting to be tested. Approximately half an hour passed before Rory found herself staring at a sheet that confirmed the credibility of the home pregnancy test she used. She was indeed pregnant. 7 weeks pregnant, to be precise. Oh boy.
As Rory sat in the familiar waiting room once more with her mother, with the addition of Jess for her first ultrasound, the memory of her first appointment of her pregnancy kept floating around her brain. The nerves returned and her hand held a white-knuckle grip on Jess' hand, which he returned with equal force. In ways, she was excited. While being pregnant at eighteen years young isn't an ideal situation, it is breathtaking knowing that a human being was developing within her, and all it took was one night of passion, love, and stupidity.
On the other hand, she was worried; not only about the baby, but also about Jess and his true thoughts. He said he would be there for her and the baby, but what if he did leave? What if he got scared and she was left to raise the child on her own? What if they broke up? Before she could answer those questions –as if she possibly could- her name was called.
Jess felt all of the feeling leave his and as Rory held on with a vice-like grip. While he was cool and collected on the exterior, he could barely think straight on the interior. Luke had found out about the confirmed pregnancy a few days ago and chewed him out for a couple of hours before leaving the apartment, mumbling (swearing) under his breath. Luke came back five minutes later and simply told Jess to not leave Rory or the kid, or Luke would definitely hurt him. Doesn't matter if he was family, he would be dead-meat. That just made Jess all the more anxious.
In a few minutes, or hours if the damn doctor didn't hurry up, he would see his kid for the first time. And to be honest, that simple thought had Jess scared shitless. He could barely comprehend it himself. It must be a lot worse for Rory considering this was taking place inside of her for a full nine months.
He heard Rory's name be called and he stood up, feeling the gravity of what was to come smash down on top of his shoulders and the butterflies in his stomach to be like Rory and Lorelai on their Saturday night sugar highs.
Dr. Lang walked through the door and saw Lorelai and Rory sitting there, along with a teenage boy, presumably the father. They amicably shook hands and introduced themselves. Dr. Lang explained the procedure of an ultrasound before placing the cool gel onto Rory's stomach, making her shiver. He turned on the screen and moved the wand over her lower abdomen. He noticed the image on the screen before breathing a single word, which could have been equivalent to a general commanding his platoon. "Whoa."
Three heads turned sharply to the doctor before spouting off worried questions. He ignored them and flipped a switch. The sound of a heartbeat filled the room, silencing the occupants. Moments later, Lorelai's face had a look of realization and fear. Rory whispered nervously, "Dr. Lang? Why did you say 'Whoa'?"
"I said that because you hear that?" He looked at her and saw her shake her head no. "That is a double heartbeat. And on the monitor you can see not one, but two fetuses. Rory, you are pregnant with twins."
Rory stared at him mouth agape, and Jess' body was tense. Lorelai just said one syllable. "Huh."
Jess sat behind Rory, their bodies flush and his arms circled her waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and her citrus shampoo clouded his nostrils. He exhaled in her hair, nuzzling her neck. "I am pregnant with twins." She said quietly.
"I know, I was there."
"You and me are going to be parents to twins. Twins, as in two kids."
"I gathered."
"Don't be a smart ass."
"I'm not. I'm just saying that I already know. You don't need to keep repeating it."
"Sorry, it's just difficult to wrap my head around."
"I kn-"
"Don't say those two words, or you will finally be on the receiving end of my withering stare, which I don't want to do because as I said before, it could hurt you."
"I've been hurt before." The corners of Rory's mouth twitched up, and she closed her eyes, relaxing into Jess even more. Jess looked down into Rory's lap and smiled briefly. On her lap rested a photo of two grey blobs. His kids. Even though he was terrified of being a father, a horrible one at the very least, to two kids, it was still kind of nice knowing that the two blobs in the photo were his kids, the result of him and Rory, the woman who made everything better, having sex.
He chuckled lightly. There was no other way to phrase that without being overtly blunt. Making love just sounds weird, intercourse is too unfeeling, and coitus was just too funny. Any other way like 'the mattress mambo' was absurd and made it seem as if it wasn't special, because it was.
In the simplest terms, he had sex with Rory, and it was wonderful. He wasn't all that great at verbalizing his emotions, so he tried to show her how he felt about her in the way they had sex. It wasn't animalistic and it wasn't too shy. It was just them, which made it the best sex. In ways he was kind of glad Rory got pregnant. Not like their situation was ideal, but because it was the sex with which a child, or children, should be conceived. Not rough, shy, or animalistic sex. Just the loving kind in which no words need to be said. Not even the three words either party has yet to say.
"Hey Ror?"
"Yeah?"
"We are going to be parents. To twins, as in two kids."
"I know." The both smiled lightly. Silence enveloped them once more as they watched the sunset from the reflection in the lake.
"Hey Ror?" Jess broke the silence.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." She looked up at his face and saw him looking down at her. She looked at his lips before kissing him sweetly. Pausing for breath moments later, she whispered against his lips, "I love you, Jess," before kissing him once more.
The bridge was most definitely Jess' favorite place.