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It'll be ok

"No. We want to get you a house." Emily announced and the room went dead silent, everyone waiting for the younger couple's reactions.

"A…house?" Rory asked after a few seconds of silence and Emily nodded.

"Yes. A house. You're going to have a child soon, you need a place to live."

"We have a place to live." Jess mumbled under his breath but the older woman ignored him and continued talking.

"We wanted to do this for your mother as well, but she is too attached to that house of hers to ever consider it. You two, however, need a bigger place to live, since there is no room for a child in your apartment. Also, since you're renting it, I assume you don't intend to spend your lives in it. We have a meeting with a real estate agent for the Saturday after you come back from your honeymoon."

Glancing at Jess quickly, who was clenching his fists, trying to stay quiet, Rory took a deep breath. "Grandma, grandpa, this is really generous of you but we really need to talk about this before we can promise you we'll meet with anyone, ok?"

"What is there to talk about? We're only doing this for you!"

"Yes, and we appreciate it, but Jess and I need to talk this through before we can give you a definite answer. Thank you so much for your offer, though. This is just…wow. Very overwhelming."

"Rory, there is…" Emily started talking again but Rory interrupted her, smiling coldly.

"Grandma, as I already said, we're very grateful that you even considered this, but I cannot make a decision by myself, so unless you want us to leave the room to talk and delay dinner even more, there is no way I can give you an answer tonight. Jess and I have our own way of dealing with things."

"Jess, do you have a problem with this?" Emily looked at the young man and he took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Rory and I need to talk about it. Thanks, anyway."

Huffing, Emily stood up, heading for the door. "I'll tell the maid to get dinner ready."

"Twice in one night." Lorelai leaned over to Rory, whispering in her ear. "You have superpowers, kid."

"Rory, I really think you should consider it." Richard looked at her and she faltered, biting her lip.

"We will." Jess answered the man when she didn't say anything for a few seconds, squeezing Rory's hand.

"Well, are you ever coming to the dining room?" Emily's voice boomed from the doorway and everyone stood up, starting to walk that way. Grabbing Rory's hand quickly, Jess held her behind, leaning closer to her ear.

"We can go if you want to."

"I'm fine. You?"

"I've been better." He smirked, kissing her cheek quickly before they took their seats.

Later that night, they were in the diner apartment. Leaning against the counter as she turned on the coffee machine, Rory looked at Jess who was sitting down in one of the chairs.

"So? What do you think?"

"I don't know, Ror. You?"

"I…don't know either. Think we can at least meet up with the real estate agent and see what they have? Just…give it a look. What's the worst that can happen?"

"We come home the next day to a phone call from your grandmother informing us she bought us a house because we said the front door had a nice shape or something?" He smirked, shaking his head.

"Yeah, there's always that. But grandma does have a point, we need to move."

"Yes, and we've known that for a while. Us moving has nothing to do with her or anything else. We can find a place by ourselves. Sure, it will not be anywhere near as fancy as whatever she wants to buy us, but…I don't know."

"But you wouldn't feel comfortable living in a house that they bought us." She smiled softly, looking at him and Jess nodded.

"No, I wouldn't."

Taking a deep breath, Rory turned around and poured herself a cup of coffee, still facing the window. "I'll call her tomorrow."

"Rory, don't." Jess sighed, running his hand through his hair. "What do you want to do?"

"Doesn't matter. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in our home. So we can't do this anyway."

"I'll get over it if you're really sure you want to do this." He replied after a long pause, looking at her.

"Don't be self-sacrificing, it's not you." She finally turned around to look at him, holding her coffee cup in one hand.

"I'm not. I'm just…I know they can get us something we'll never be able to afford. Hell, we can't even afford to buy a place right now, not with wedding and baby and everything else. And yes, I'd be uncomfortable but if you really want this and think you'd be ok with it, then we can at least go have a look at some places."

"Why wouldn't I be ok?"

"Oh, come on, Ror. Dinner would be mandatory. We both know that. Every Friday, no matter what, we'd have to scuttle to get out of work in time to make it there by 7. How do you think that's going to work when that kid is born, huh? Run from work to daycare to house, drive like maniacs only to be at the receiving end of yet another lecture on why it's so important to be punctual."

"Jess…"

"Tell me I don't have a point."

"Fine, you're right." She sighed, looking at him.

"You're paying them back for the money you took for the first two years of Yale and you really think you'd be fine doing this?"

"Fine, Jess, I already agreed with you!" She snapped, drinking from her mug.

"Hey, why are you angry at me all of a sudden? I'm just stating the obvious here."

"Because I can't help but think of how much easier things would be if we didn't have to pay rent or a mortgage or anything. More money would mean better schools for this kid. More toys, more vacations, more books, more everything. One of us could work from home. That would mean no daycare. Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure some people are totally qualified to take care of kids but this is our kid. I don't know how I'll feel about a stranger spending more time with it then we do."

"You're overreacting."

"Jess, you wanted me to see your points. Now can you at least consider mine?"

"Sure. We'd have more money. Sell our souls in the process, but hey, who gives a damn?"

"So five seconds ago it was 'I'll do it if you really want me to' and now we'd be selling our souls? Make up damned your mind, will you?" She snapped again, biting her lip. "Sorry, I'm tired. That came out worse than I wanted it to be."

Chuckling, he stood up, walking to her and wrapping his arms around her waist as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I want this kid to have everything." She whispered softly in his ear, making him smile.

"I know." Rubbing her back slowly, Jess kissed her temple. "Go to bed, we'll fight over this tomorrow."

"I don't want to fight with you. And I'm not sleep tired, just…long day tired."

"Huh. Really?" He smirked, pulling back to look at her. "So you were yawning all the way back here because…?"

"Don't be a jerk." Rory laughed, slapping his chest. "Promise me you'll at least think about it."

"I'll think about it."

"Promise?"

"Do I have to?" He smirked again, making her laugh.

"Yes."

"Fine. I promise I'll think about it then."

A while later, Jess put his book down, looking at Rory.

"You're not sleeping."

"You haven't turned the page for the past 10 minutes." She chuckled, turning around. "I'm thinking."

"So am I."

"It could be good, Jess." She looked at him, sitting up on the bed.

"I know." He admitted, sighing. "But we'd be stuck with dinner for the rest of time."

"Yeah. But it's not just us we have to think about."

"I know that too." He smiled, looking at her and pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You know…there's the other option." She sighed as he turned serious, shaking his head.

"We've talked about that before. No."

"Jess, come on. Just…think about it."

"No. I've thought about this, we've fought about this, hell, we've almost broken up because of this before. No way."

"It's my money. It's being wasted in a bank account. I don't think great-grandma's going to ask for anything, now, do you?"

"She might be too dead for that." He chuckled, looking at her. "It's your money, fine. But I can't do this."

"Stop being so damn proud for a second and think of how good this could be."

"Rory, don't make me do this. Keep your money in a bank account. I'm sure college is going to cost a fortune in 20 years. Save it for that."

"It's not my freaking money!" She shot up from the bed, looking at him. "We're getting married in a week. I don't care if you want to be stubborn, but I believe in the whole 'sharing everything', so don't give me that crap. A few weeks ago, you said it you wanted to be with me in sickness and in health. Why won't you let me share this with you?"

Shaking his head again, Jess stood up, looking at her. "It's your money."

"This is how it's going to be after we get married? My money, your books, my plates, your fucking whatever?"

"So now you're putting plates on the same level as a quarter of a million dollars?"

"Yes. Because it's the same. How do we separate things? The pots we bought together are good, but the book you brought is just yours? Do I need to ask for permission if I want to wash the cup you got from the printing press?"

"Rory, this isn't even in the same ballpark! Stuff is stuff. I don't give a fuck. But that money is yours. We can share everything but that."

Walking away from him, she put her shoes on, trying to calm herself down. "I…can't be in the same room as you right now." Picking up her coat from the hanger, she shot him a look. "I'll be at mom's place."

"Rory…" He walked towards her, trying to stop her but she slammed the door behind her.

A few minutes later, Rory opened the back door and stepped in the kitchen of her mother's house, finding Lorelai sitting at the kitchen table.

"Hey, hon." Standing up quickly, she wrapped her arms around Rory, worried. "What's wrong?"

"Jess and I had a fight. Can I stay on the couch tonight?"

"Sure."

Lorelai tried to pull back but Rory kept her close, making her smile.

"That bad?"

"Ugh." Rory sighed, finally letting go of her mother and opening the fridge. "I'm stealing some orange juice."

"Take anything you want. What happened? Mom's offer?"

"Started at that. Then we debated my trust fund again and we both just exploded, I guess." Pouring some juice in a glass, Rory smiled. "Why are you awake?"

"Will was crying." Lorelai shrugged. "Don't worry about that, tell me about your fight."

"There's nothing more to say. We've both been stressed with planning a wedding so fast, the baby, work, me feeling like crap and just everything…things just went to hell from there."

"But the wedding's still on, right?"

"What? Of course it's on!" Rory looked at her mother, tilting her head. "You don't think he thinks…"

"Rory, no. I was just asking. I'm sure Jess isn't crazy enough to even assume something like that."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Get some sleep, you'll talk about this in the morning when you're both calm and everything will be ok again."

"Yeah…" Rory smiled, putting her empty glass in the kitchen sink and looking at the doorway. "Pillows?"

"Will's room, I'll get them out for you." Lorelai smiled, standing up and hugging her daughter. "It'll be alright."

"Thanks, mom."

"Any time."

A couple of hours later, Rory barged in through the door to the diner apartment, finding Jess sitting up on the bed, reading. Closing the door behind her, she started pacing through the room while he watched her, confused.

"The wedding's still on! It has to be on. We can't not get married because of a stupid, idiotic fight."

"What?" He looked at her, shaking his head.

"We're still getting married, right?" Rory bit her lip, suddenly hesitant and looked at him.

"Why wouldn't we?"

"Because we fought. Days before the wedding, we have a fight and I storm out and then mom asked about the wedding and I was fine, and I do mean just fine. But of course, I started thinking about it and I started panicking and I need you to tell me we're still getting married a week from tomorrow."

"I think it's more like a week from today, really."

"What?"

"It's Saturday." He pointed at the clock on the nightstand.

"So not the freaking point, Jess!"

Chuckling, he nodded, looking at her. "Yes. We're still getting married."

"You're very sure?"

"Why, you're not?"

"I am. I want to marry you." She smiled, calming down.

"Does this mean fight over?" Jess smirked, looking at her and Rory shook her head.

"No. I'm sorry, but this really isn't over yet."

"Ok." Sighing, he stood up, pouring himself a cup of cold coffee. "I…don't know, Rory."

"Have you at least thought about it?"

"Trust me, this is the only thing I've been thinking about for the past couple of hours."

"And you still have no answer?"

"How would this work?"

"How would what work?"

"All of this. Which one of us would even stay at home with this kid?"

"Is that a choice?" Rory tilted her head. "I mean…I don't think I can ever see you as a stay at home dad."

"Why?"

"Because…it's you. Rebel without a cause Jess. Not playdates and Barney on repeat all day."

"If you think I will ever be ok with our kid watching Barney, you're delusional, but I don't think that's the point." He smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "But it's an option to consider. It wouldn't hurt my job. I can do most of it from home anyway. I'd have to go in what? A day a week? And considering how much Matt has been talking about this lately, I really don't think he'd have too much of a problem with it. You've been working towards being a journalist since…"

"…Since I can remember." She finished his sentence, looking at him.

"Yeah. It's an option."

"Jess, this would be…"

"I know." He nodded, shrugging at the same time. "And I don't get why daycare is such a terrible option but if it means that much to you, we can consider it seriously."

"I overreacted." Rory admitted, smiling. "But I want us to have that option. Even if we don't take it."

"We could still swing it, even if we have to pay rent. I've been doing the math. It would be really tight, but you could take a year off or something and then reconsider this."

"Look at you, pulling a Jackson." She smiled, walking closer to him and taking his hand. "I don't get what your objection to us using that money is. I really don't."

"It's yours. You should do something fun with it."

"More fun than making sure my family has a home? Impossible."

Lifting his hand and cupping her face, Jess placed a soft kiss on her lips. "If you're really sure you'll never regret it, we can do this."

"No." She shook her head slightly, looking into his eyes. "If you're sure you'll be ok with this, that's the only requirement."

"Can we compromise on this?"

"How?"

"Put in half the money and get a mortgage for the rest. Rates would be lower than rent, you get to do what you want with your money, I get to contribute in some way."

"What about the rest?"

"Keep it for the kid's college fund?" He smirked, kissing her again. "Go to Paris, go to Fez, go anywhere. Spend it on shoes, if you want."

"And that would be ok with you?"

"That would be more ok than you doing everything."

"But still not perfectly ok?"

"It will be ok soon. Just…give me some time to get used to the idea." He nodded, kissing her again.

"Ok." Rory nodded as well. "I'll call grandma in the morning and thank her again."

"Can we go to sleep now? Or do you have anything more for us to fight over?"

"Sleep, please." She smiled, pulling him towards the bed, kicking her shoes off on the way there. Wrapping herself in the blanket, she looked at him, smiling. "I hate it when we fight."

"Really? I'm a fan." He chuckled, kissing her quickly. "Can I ask for a favor though?"

"Sure."

"Next time you decide you can't be near me, kick me out of the house instead of leaving."

"Why?"

"This is Stars Hollow. It's safe. But we might fight in Philly and I don't want to have to worry about you."

"But me worrying about you is fine?" She laughed, moving to rest on his chest while he wrapped his arms around her.

"I can take care of myself. I am not implying that you can't, but I think letting my pregnant soon to be wife walk around by herself in the middle of the night wins me about infinity jerk points."

"Is that the exact number?"

"Approximation." He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, Ror."

"I love you too." She sighed happily, hugging him closer. "Good night.

"Night."