A/N: It's my birthday today so I'm in a great mood which means bonus chapter. Exciting isn't it? I'll resume the Sunday posting on...well, Sunday. Thank you for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disgusting, you idiot
A few days later, Rory walked in the kitchen, grimacing as she saw Jess cooking.
"What are you doing?"
"…Making breakfast?" He hesitated slightly, then turned around to look at her. "Why?"
"I hope you don't expect me to eat that." She pointed to the stove and opened the door to the fridge, looking around.
"What's wrong with pancakes?"
"They're disgusting." She sighed, slamming the fridge door shut again. "Why don't we have anything to eat in this house?"
"The fridge is full."
"Yes, full of disgusting food."
Turning the stove off and pushing the pans away, he walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and kissing her shoulder blade. "What's wrong?"
"You mean other than the fact that we have nothing to eat? Nothing. Nothing is wrong." Rory huffed, pulling away from him and picking up an empty cup, pouring coffee in it. Sipping from it, she grimaced again, putting it back down on the counter. "Ugh, this is awful."
"Coffee is awful?"
"Yes, it is! God, are you having a stupid day or what?" She snapped again, opening the freezer door and looking around. "Why do we have chocolate ice cream? Are we both crazy?"
"Ror, I'm going to need to buy a vowel here. You don't eat any other type of ice cream unless it's on top of pie. Why is it suddenly a bad thing?"
"It just is! Chocolate is disgusting."
"Were you abducted by aliens last night?"
"Oh, go on, be funny. Just what I need." She grumbled, leaving the kitchen and sitting down on the couch. Following her, Jess sat down on the coffee table in front of her, putting his hand on her knee.
"We need to buy food. Everything we have is disgusting." She sighed, biting her lip.
"Yes, I got that. What's not disgusting?
"I don't know." She shook her head, making him sigh.
"Peaches?"He offered and she shook her head.
"Ugh, no."
"Any other type of fruit or vegetable?"
"No."
"Fried chicken?" He smirked and she glared at him.
"Mention something that's even worse than pancakes, will you?"
"What?"
"That was a no. You're really not smart today, are you?"
"I'm just trying to understand what's going on here." He squeezed her knee, trying to smile. "Are you sick?"
"No. Just…the thought of eating anything is…"
"I know, disgusting. I got that." He smirked, getting a smile out of her. "So it's not morning sickness?"
"Well, I'm not sick, so no. But if you offer one more thing to eat, I probably will be."
"Ok, no more food." He took her hand in his and placed a small kiss on it. "Coffee is out, how about tea?"
"No." She shook her head again.
"Hot chocolate?"
"No."
"So is there anything you can think of that will not make you sick?"
"I don't think so. Not right now anyway."
"Ok." Jess nodded, putting his other hand on her leg. "If you can think of anything, give me a call and I'll pick it up on the way home from work, ok?"
"Don't be nice to me." She sighed, biting her lip.
"What?"
"You shouldn't be nice to me after I spent the last 10 minutes calling you an idiot and generally being a bitch to you."
"Eh, well, I like being nice to you." He leaned in, stopping just before he reached her lips. "Can I kiss you?"
"Only if you want to live." She smiled, closing the gap between them. Quickly pulling back, she smiled victoriously. "Blueberry muffins!"
"What?"
"That's what I want to eat!" She announced again, standing up and picking up her purse. "I'm going to go get some."
"Give me two seconds, I'll come with you."
"Hurry up." She smiled, waiting for him to pick his coat and they both walked out, heading for the small coffee shop next to their apartment. Finding a table, they waited for the waitress to come, with Rory impatiently tapping her foot under the table.
"What now?"
"I need them before I change my mind."
"Wait here." Standing up, he walked to the counter and, after a quick talk with the owner, he returned, holding a plate with two muffins on it. "If you want more, say and I'll go get more. Now eat." He put the plate in front of her, sitting back down as the waitress finally came. Looking up from her plate and swallowing, Rory smiled.
"Can I get more of these?"
"Sure. How many?"
"Three."
"Anything for you?" She looked at Jess.
"Just coffee, please."
"Be right back." After a few minutes, she returned, placing a cup of coffee in front of Jess and a new plate next to Rory's.
"Enjoy."
Abandoning her muffin for a second, Rory looked at Jess' cup. "That smells fantastic."
"You…want some?"
"Yes, please!" She nodded and he pushed the cup closer to her. Sipping from it, Rory smiled happily, then pushed it back in front of him. "Coffee is even better than I remember it to be."
"You can get your own cup, if you want. Or finish this one."
"Baby." She shook her head. "No way."
"Doctor said that a cup a day won't hurt it."
"Well, won't hurt it isn't the same as will be the best thing in the world for it, now is it?"
"Maybe not, but I would rather have you happy."
"I am happy. I can make it without coffee. I just…don't want to do anything that will hurt or affect the baby in any way, ok?"
"Huh…you're happy? Because 15 minutes ago…?"
She snorted, looking back at her plate. "I was starving. And we're awful shoppers."
"Because we don't have a crystal ball that could have prepared us for this?"
"We should. And you have to buy more muffins for tonight and tomorrow morning. And crackers."
"What?"
"Crackers. Oh, and see if you can find some pear juice."
"You're insane." He mumbled, smirking.
"I'm…going to be late for work." She realized, looking at the clock over the counter. "Shoot!" She stood up, grabbing the two muffins that were left and trying to find somewhere to put them. Giving up, she walked to the counter and returned, holding a bag in her hands. Leaning over, she kissed Jess quickly. "I'll call you if I can think of anything else. Love you."
"Yeah, yeah." He smirked again, kissing her one more time. "Go to work." Waving, Rory walked out of the coffee shop, leaving him sitting at the table, trying to finish his coffee. Picking up his phone, he dialed the number for the diner, waiting for Luke to pick up.
"Yeah?" The man grumbled from the other end.
"What can I do to help her through this? And make it out alive?" Jess sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Jess?"
"No, your other nephew who's engaged to your other step-daughter."
"Hey, you called me, you don't get to be the clever one. And how do you make it alive through what?"
"Rory being pregnant."
"What's wrong?"
"Food is disgusting, unless we're talking muffins, crackers or pear juice. Blueberry muffins, to be precise. I'm not sure why no other muffins will work, but they don't."
"You didn't actually think it was going to be easy, did you? Because if you did, you're an idiot."
"Oh, second person to call me an idiot today and it's not even 9 o'clock."
"Rory?"
"What?"
"The first person."
"Yeah. So…suggestions?"
"You track down what she needs or wants, bite your tongue when she's in a bad mood, hold her when she starts crying over being mean to you and, trust me, if she's anything like Lorelai and we both know that she is, that's going to happen in about 12 hours, and just…try your best."
"And that's good enough?"
"Yeah, it is." Luke reassured him. "You don't have to be perfect. And call me if she drives you crazy. It gets easier soon."
"Really?"
"You get used to it, anyway."
Chuckling, Jess picked up his cup. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'm here if you need me. Oh, and Jess?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't even bother getting her whatever it was she wanted, she'll move to something completely different by the time you both get home from work."
"Speaking of work, I should go before I'm late as well. Thanks again, Luke."
"You're welcome. Again. Bye"
"Bye."
Pushing the off button, he headed for the counter, getting ready to pay.
Later that night, Jess walked in the living room, holding a bag in his hand, finding Rory scribbling something down on a piece of paper. Sitting down next to her, he tried to look but she covered it with her hand, shaking her head.
"Not yet."
"Ok." He kissed her shoulder, leaning back on the couch and dropping the bag at his feet. After a few minutes, she shoved the piece of paper in his hands.
"Here."
"What's this?" He looked at the list.
"Things I can think of eating without wanting to throw up."
"Raspberry ice cream? Really? It has to be this specific?"
"Yeah!"
"So strawberry…"
"Ugh." Rory grumbled, making a face.
"Raspberry it is then." Lifting the bag from the floor, he put it on the table. "I got you more muffins."
"Ugh." She grumbled again.
"Crackers?"
She shook her head.
"Pear juice?"
"No way." She grimaced, and he nodded, kissing her shoulder again.
"Ok."
"Sorry."
"It's ok. Serves me right for not listening to Luke." Jess smirked, standing up. "I'll be back in 20."
"Wait, what was that about Luke?"
"I'll explain when I get back, ok?"
"Fine." She smiled, squeezing his hand before he walked out, grabbing his coat and keys again. Almost half an hour later, he walked back in the house, holding to bags in his hands, only to find Rory still on the couch, hugging a pillow and crying. Dropping the bags on the floor, he hurried to her, sitting down and wrapping his arm around her.
"What's wrong?" He asked, worried and she shook her head, a new wave of tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Ror, what's wrong?" He asked her again, hugging her even closer to him. "Pain?"
She shook her head again and he let out a small sigh of relief.
"Then?"
"You're just so nice to me and I'm just awful! I'm absolutely awful to you! You went and bought all this for me, and didn't even yell at me when I was a bitch to you this morning and now I don't want it and I don't know if I even want anything that was on the list I gave you like five minutes ago and why are you still with me? I'm just crazy and making you have to call Luke and hell knows what else. I'm awful." She sighed again, starting to cry even harder as soon as her speech was over and he wrapped his other arm around her as well, pulling her closer to him. Throwing the pillow away from her, Rory hugged him back, burying her face in the crook of his neck and he kissed her head, rubbing her back slowly at the same time.
"You're not awful." He kissed her head again, trying to calm her down.
"Yes, I am."
"If I tell you you're not, will you get mad at me for arguing with you?" He smirked, making her laugh softly.
"Maybe." She lifted her head, wiping her face quickly.
"I'm willing to take that chance. You're not awful." He reassured her again, kissing her forehead.
"I'm not?"
"No, you're not." Jess smiled softly, cupping her face in his hand.
"But I'm mean and crazy."
"Yeah, well, you're pregnant. You're allowed to be."
"But I don't want to yell at you."
"Comforting to know." He smirked, leaning in and kissing her.
"And you're not mad at me for being mean to you this morning? You didn't call Luke because you can't stand having to deal with me any longer?"
"No, I called Luke because I wanted to know what I can do to make it better for you. And to rant a bit." He smirked again, running his thumb over her skin. "And just for the record, he was right on track with warning me about this breakdown. I really need to learn to listen to him from now on."
"How did he know?"
"Experience, I assume."
"And you don't hate me?"
"Why would I hate you?" He looked into her eyes, lowering his hand and pulling her closer to him.
"You want me to go through that list again?"
"I don't hate you." He put his other hand on her leg, kissing her. "I don't get it, but I don't hate you."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart." He pulled her into his arms, hugging her close to him again as she wrapped her arms around him as well.
"I'm sorry." Rory mumbled, tightening her grip on him.
"Nothing to be sorry for."
She pulled back, looking at him, a small smile on her lips.
"Did you get ice cream?"
"Oh, so I am only good to satisfy your cravings?" He chuckled, kissing her cheek. "Yeah, I did. Although it's probably melted by now."
"Doesn't matter." She shook her head and he nodded, untangling his arms from around her and standing up. He picked up a box from one of the bags and handed it to her, the pointed to the other bags.
"I'm going to go put these away."
"Ok." She mumbled, opening the box and picking up the pack of crackers from the bag at her feet, using one as a spoon. Shaking his head when he saw her, he smirked, heading for the kitchen and starting to put the groceries away. After a few minutes, she walked to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind and kissing his shoulder blade.
"I love you, you know that, right?"
Nodding, he continued trying to organize everything in the fridge, while she kissed his shoulder again before letting go and walking back to the living room.