roganjalex - glad you are enjoying it, jj hope it doesn't disappoint. Droolia, still not sure exactly where it's going or if I'm ready to resume this story, but I think I have a few small chapters in me.
Rory was wide awake. The apartment she was sharing with Paris was noisy. If there weren't fights downstairs, there was yelling in the alley out back. Who was she kidding? Even if it was super quiet, she'd be awake with her thoughts
Everything was crazy. Her mother was with Dean. Kissing Dean. Sleeping with Dean. Dean and Rory should have slept together. Not Dean and her mother. Why was this bugging her? She couldn't stop thinking about Dean. He was always cute, but he was really a handsome man. She didn't really appreciate until she last saw him at her house, fixing a downspout by the garage. Why was she thinking about the way Dean looked?
Jess had dropped by Yale asking her to run away with him. What was she thinking ever leaving Dean for Jess? Dean built her a car, cared about her feelings, told her he loved her...Jess was always judging the people in her life, he hated everything about Stars Hollow...what a stupid move. He lied to her about going to school, about failing, about prom, then he tried to have sex with her at that party...Dean would never have treated her that way. He went to that stuffy Chilton dance to make her happy. He fought Jess only when he thought Jess had hurt Rory. She threw that away. It was a little too psychotic that now her Dean was in an intimate relationship with her mother.
Rory hopped out of bed, threw on her jeans and a nearby sweater and went for a walk. It was 3 am. The dangerous element was currently high or passed out, so she was safe.
Dean woke up from a feeling of falling. He glanced at Lorelai, but she was sound asleep. He left their bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Sitting at the kitchen table, he thought about the events over the past several months. What was his future going to hold? As much as he was enjoying the present, he didn't feel it could last. At some point, this would fall apart. He shuddered. How would he get over Lorelai? Much as he wanted to believe that they'd live happily ever after, he had known Lorelai for some time and despite his desires, ultimately, he knew she wasn't going to be his forever. They wouldn't get married. She would never be pregnant with his child. Any women in his future would never be as beautiful, as smart...
"Dean? Babe, why are you sitting in the kitchen at 3:30 in the morning? Come back to bed. I don't sleep well without you beside me. Come on."
"I'll be there in a few minutes. Promise."
She kissed the top of his head and shuffled back to the bed. Was she imagining a sad, forlorn look on his face? Yes. Dean was fine. They were both just exhausted. Lorelai's head hit the pillow and she was asleep.
Dean walked to the doorway of the bedroom and watched Lorelai sleeping peacefully. Why couldn't this be real? Why couldn't this be his future? His forever? For a second he thought he might get in bed and wake up to realize this was never real. Gently he eased into the sheets and slid Lorelai close to his pounding heart.