A/N: Yes, I'm still alive and no, I haven't forgotten about my stories. Just lacking inspiration lately. Will try to remedy that. In the meantime, I hope you like this chapter and thank you for the reviews.

Idiots, clearly

Monday evening, Rory and Jess were curled up on the couch together, watching a movie, waiting for their food to be delivered. Glancing at Jess, she ran her fingers through his hair before leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"We're idiots."

"Why?" Jess paused the movie, looking at her. "What did we do?"

"We forgot our anniversary."

"What, you wanted to celebrate our two month wedding anniversary when we didn't bother with the one month one?"

"No. But speaking of that, have we really been married for two months already?"

"Yeah." Jess confirmed, kissing her. "So if it's not that…five years." He realized.

"That one." She nodded, smiling. "Mom called today to tell me she was back but it didn't click until now that they went away because it was their wedding anniversary. Or that, you know, we might have had something to celebrate as well."

"In our defense, we have been very busy these past few weeks." Jess smirked as he cupped her face in his hand, leaning in and kissing her. "Bored of me yet?"

"Terribly so. I'll have to find a lover just to keep from killing myself or something." She giggled before placing quick kisses on his mouth. "I love you, Jess. More than I ever…" Lifting one finger, he pressed it against her lips, smiling.

"I know. I love you too."

"Does this mean we don't get to celebrate it this year?" She asked after a few seconds, detaching her mouth from his.

"What do you want to do?"

"Dinner?"

"Tomorrow?"

"I have to work late again." Rory pouted and he kissed her protruding bottom lip.

"Wednesday night then?"

"Probably going to be busy all week." She continued her thought, looking even sadder. "Sarah's away until Thursday and since the idiot from local news quit…"

"I have an idea." Jess stood up, extending his hand and making her stand as well. "Go upstairs and get changed."

"Jess, what are we doing?"

"Going out." He shrugged, putting his hand on the small of her back and starting to guide her towards the door.

"But…delivery…and…" She tried to protest, smiling at the thought of a night out at the same time.

"I'll drop the food in the fridge when it gets here. Now hurry up or everything will be closed."

"You're perfect, do I tell you that often enough?"

"Probably not." Jess chuckled before kissing her. Taking her hand, he started going up the stairs but Rory stopped, looking at him.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to change."

"But…"

"I know, element of surprise and all that. I've learned some things in all these years. Don't worry, I'm just grabbing clothes and then you can do whatever you want."

"Good husband!" Rory laughed before hurrying up the stairs, making Jess follow her this time. As soon as he'd picked up some clothes from the closet, she opened the door for him, grinning. "Now get out!"

"Tyrant." Jess smirked, kissing her on his way out.

A while later, Jess heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned off the TV, standing up and walking to the door, leaning in the doorway as he watched Rory come down the stairs, a smile on her face. Wrapping his arm around her waist when she reached him, he placed a small kiss on her cheek.

"You're beautiful." Watching as her smile grew bigger, he tightened his grip on her, smiling back. "As usual."

"You have to say that, you're my husband."

"Kid, tell your mother it's ok to just say 'thank you' to a compliment." He looked down at her stomach, smirking.

"Thank you." Rory laughed, kissing him. "It's a good thing mom gave me this dress, since none of my old ones fit."

"Yes, that's because all of your old ones are very, very tight. A…situation I enjoy tremendously, trust me. Even if I get glared at by every other guy in the room."

"I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen tonight."

"Want to bet?" Jess kissed the corner of her mouth before pulling back a bit, looking at her body. Blushing, Rory slapped his arm.

"Now you're just…"

"Now I'm just leering. Which I believe these rings…" He lifted her hand, placing a small kiss on her finger. "…Fully entitle me to do."

"Let's go." She grinned, blushing even harder before starting to walk towards the door.

A while later, they walked back in their house, a dejected look on Rory's face.

"I can't believe this." She pouted, turning around to look at him. "Everything's closed, completely booked or too dirty."

"I'm sorry." Jess shrugged, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her quickly. "This worked better in my head."

"It's not your fault."

"It was my idea."

"I was the one that had a problem with that last place."

Smirking as he thought of something, Jess kissed her one more time before pointing to the living room. "Go sit down, I have a plan."

"Jess, I'm starving."

"You'll have food in a few minutes, ok? It's not a complicated plan."

Giggling, Rory nodded before walking to the couch, watching him as he closed the door to the room before hearing him go up the stairs. A very short time later, he walked in the living room, trying to stay as serious as possible as he held his hand out to her.

"If you'll accompany me, madam…"

"Oh, exciting." She grinned before standing up and taking his hand, following him up the stairs. Opening the door to the spare bedroom for her, Jess watched as she walked in, laughing softly as she spotted the table in the middle of the room, a lamp in the centre of the table and another one on the floor. Crossing his arms across his chest as she turned around to look at him, Jess smiled.

"We really need to buy candles, this isn't nearly as romantic as in the movies."

"I think it's romantic enough." She walked to him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Good thing we ordered Chinese, there's no way we could have passed off pizza as fancy date food."

"We'll go out next week or something, but for tonight…"

"This is perfect." She shrugged, tilting her head towards the table. "Do we get to eat now?"

Nodding, Jess lead her to the table, holding the chair out for her before sitting down as well. Realizing he's forgotten to bring drinks, he stood up again, shaking his head. "This really looks so much easier on TV."

"Can I help?"

"No." Darting back down the stairs, he reappeared after a few seconds, holding up the half full bottle of soda. "Classy, right?"

"Oh, yeah." Rory laughed as he poured the liquid in their glasses, smirking.

"I think we're ok now."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to…"

"Kid, tell your dad it's ok to say 'you're welcome' instead of questioning my gratitude." She mocked his earlier statement, looking at her stomach.

"Point taken." Jess nodded, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her fingers. "You're welcome. Now eat before I have to microwave it again."

"You are so not going to get a tip with that attitude!" Rory laughed before picking up her fork and digging in the food on her plate.

After they were done with dinner, Jess stood up, crouching down in front of her, smiling. "Happy belated anniversary."

"Right back at you." She grinned, biting her lip. "You already know everything I want to tell you, don't you?"

"Yeah. I'm insufferable and you curse the gods daily for being stuck with me."

"Sounds about right." She ran her fingers through his hair, nodding. "But my life would be wrong and empty and all sorts of bad without you. And I love you so much…"

"You have no idea, Ror." He stood up a bit, just enough to reach her lips and kiss her. "Thank you. For all the things you don't even know you've done for me."

Standing up, Rory watched him as he straightened up as well before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her mouth to his. "I love you." She whispered again against his mouth, smiling. "So, what do you say we clean this mess tomorrow and just go to bed instead?"

"You are aware this is the kitchen table, right? You think I'll have any desire to move furniture tomorrow morning?"

"We'll eat breakfast in the living room."

"Works for me." He smirked before turning off the two lamps and guiding her to their bedroom.

The next evening, Rory walked inside the house, dropping her coat before peaking into the living room, finding it empty. After a quick tour of the downstairs and pouring herself a cup of coffee, she started walking towards their bedroom only to stop when she heard a noise coming from the baby's room. Opening the door, she leaned in the doorway, seeing Jess sitting on the floor, looking at a sheet of paper, surrounded by pieces of wood and a half assembled crib.

"Should I even ask…?" She grinned, sipping from her mug and he lifted his head.

"You're already asking. I'm putting this stuff together."

"I guessed as much. Any particular reason?"

"Looked at a calendar, saw it's the fifth, figured I'd do it before you decide to kill me." He shrugged, grabbing two screws between his teeth before standing up and starting to connect another piece of wood to the crib. "Is there some sort of rule that says furniture must be completely taken apart before being put in boxes?"

"Yes." She laughed, looking around her. "You already did the changing table."

"That one was easy, it was almost put together."

"Look at you, Norm Adam."

"Someone's got to be." Jess smirked, glancing at her. "You now even have access to the closet so you can organize as much as you want."

"What are my chances on the car seat?"

"I haven't gone that crazy yet."

"Next month?"

"Two months from now, maybe. We'll talk about this again."

"God, it seems like a lifetime away." She smiled, rubbing her stomach.

"I'll remind you of that next time you work yourself into a frenzy over how she's almost here and we're not ready."

"We have furniture, some clothes, a car seat…we could swing it."

"Ok, who are you and where's my wife?" He chuckled before picking up another piece of the crib and pushing it in, banging his hand against it to secure it in place before picking up more screws.

"I just…want to stop stressing about this and enjoy it while I still can."

Smirking, Jess walked to her, putting the back of his hand against her forehead. "Huh, no fever."

"Funny." She stuck out her tongue, making a face before kissing him. "Go back to putting Brett's crib together."

"Don't you need a whip to make your commands sound more serious?"

"I don't know…do I?" Rory pretended to look angry, but ended up bursting out laughing.

"Oh, no, you clearly don't. Force to be reckoned with."

"You bet." She grinned, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Walking to the changing table, she ran her hand over it, biting her lip and Jess walked to her, wrapping his arm around her waist from behind.

"Don't start crying."

"I'm not going to. I think." Rory smiled, moving his hand down her stomach to where the baby was kicking.

"Nope. You start crying, I stop putting furniture together and don't start again until June."

"I really hate you sometimes, you know that, right?"

"You've mentioned it." He chuckled before kissing her shoulder. Flipping her around, making her laugh, Jess placed a kiss on her lips before leaning down and kissing her bump as well. "I'm now going to go finish your crib, kid, before your mom forgets just how impressed she is with my sense of initiative and gets pissed off at me for not being done yet."

"Good call." Rory laughed, watching him as he started on the crib again. Walking to the closet, she opened the door, looking at the bags of clothes on the floor. "Will you think I'm crazy if I…"

"Start unpacking? I figured you would." He smirked, starting to work on the crib again.

"We need a toy box or something." She remarked, opening one of the bags and noticing the toys. "I'll look for one this weekend."

"Ok." Lifting his head after a few minutes of silence he saw her organizing the tiny clothes in the closet and chuckled. "I did however think it was going to take you a few more days."

"You're cute. Innocent. You realize I'm going to wash and rearrange everything in a couple of months, right?"

"So…you're doing it now because…?" He trailed off, amused.

"Because it's fun!"

"I give up." He chuckled, screwing in the last couple of screws before standing up and walking to her again. "Done. Where do you want it?"

"That corner, please." She pointed to the side of the room, resting her hands on her stomach and watching him as he moved it around. "Can you also move…"

"Where?" Jess smirked as he headed for the changing table and she pointed to another spot. As soon as he was done, Rory took a deep breath before walking to him and kissing him softly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiled back, cupping her face in his hand. "Dinner?"

"You're on a roll tonight, aren't you?"

"It's always fun to see how surprised you are when I do something nice."

Laughing, she shook her head. "You're usually nice, but tonight you're…"

"Yeah, yeah." He smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist as they headed down the stairs.

The next evening, Rory crashed down on the couch, resting her head on Jess' lap and propping her feet up on a pillow.

"Grandma is impossible."

"You just figured that out?"

"I couldn't get us out of Friday dinner. I'm sorry."

"Aw, did I forget to tell you I have to work late this Friday?" He smirked, running his fingers through her hair.

"Not funny."

"Oh, go on, it's the same every time. We try to get out of dinner, she says no, we have to beg off work early, she still mumbles about us being late."

"She's already pulling the great-grandchild card. We'll never be out of dinner once Brett's born."

"You thought we would?"

"I'm an idiot." Rory laughed, grabbing his hand and placing a small kiss on his palm. "I'm sorry my family's crazy."

"Sure, 'cause my bunch is normal."

"Liz wants to see us this weekend, by the way."

"How do you know my mother wants to see us? There's something so wrong about that…"

"Mom was in the diner and passed the phone to her today. We talked for a couple of minutes." She grinned as his fingers kept running through her hair. "And did you actually admit you're actually related to her?"

"Don't tell anyone, it's a secret." Jess smirked.

"I need to work something out to see dad as well, I haven't seen him since our wedding."

"Are we driving over or is he coming here?"

"I want him to come over and see our place, but we don't have any furniture in the guest room yet."

"Air mattress?" He chuckled.

"How about I ask him over when we have furniture?"

"Because we're definitely going to have money for that any time soon."

"So, think we can manage a trip to Boston on Sunday?" She grinned, shaking her head. "I'd rather spend money on the kid than on furniture for a room that we're barely ever going to use."

"How long do you think until either him or your grandparents offer to buy it for us?"

"You know grandma's already offered, right?"

"Christ." He threw his head back against the couch, sighing.

"Don't worry, I'm very good at saying no." Lifting her hand, she pressed a finger to his lips, laughing. "And don't say a thing."

Laughing, he kissed her finger, before moving her hand away. "Sure you are."

"What did I just say?"

"Make me shut up."

Shaking her head slowly, Rory sat up on the couch before kissing him as her fingers started playing in his hair. "There." She whispered when she pulled back.

"That the best you've got?"

"Not even close." She grinned before going in for another kiss.