In loving memory of Edward Herrmann (1943-2014), may you rest in peace.
These are not my characters I am just borrowing them for a little while. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions and criticisms.
Chapter 6: Lorelai
"Sookie!" Lorelai burst into the busy kitchen at the Dragonfly Inn. Sookie was standing over the stove stirring an extra-large pot with an extra-large spoon.
"What is it?"
"It's a boy!"
Sookie dropped the spoon into the pot and ran over and grabbed Lorelai's hands, and then she reached down and rubbed the bump.
"A boy! Now you can have all of Davey's old things! Luke was right huh, I bet he is not letting you live that one down" Sookie walked back over to her pot and fished the spoon out of the red sauce.
"Nope, he's gonna put it on t-shirts and have the whole town wear them" Lorelai sat down on a kitchen stool and sighed.
"Whats wrong hun?" Sookie looked over concerned. But before Lorelai could answer the kitchens back door burst open and three children ran in.
"Mom, Davey threw a snowball at me and it hit me in the head and it super hurt!" Martha, a tiny identical Sookie clone, ran over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her, crying.
"I only did cause she said that Ironman was stupid..." Davey retaliated. Davey was dragging the littlest one behind him and now he was whipping his nose on the kitchen linen.
"Stan please use a tissue, Davey give your brother a tissue!" Sookie yelled.
"We will talk later Sookie" Lorelai gave her a sympatric look and then left her to deal with the children.
"Hi Michel" Lorelai made her way to the front desk were Michel was organizing a stack of post-its.
"You have a visitor" Michel pointed over to the couch were Richard sat stiffly.
"Hi Dad, Is everything okay?"
"Oh yes, your mother had just informed me that you had your appointment today and I was wondering how it went" Richard stood up and wiped his hands on his suit pants.
"I have pictures, would you like to see your grandson?" Lorelai reached in her purse to pull out the ultrasound pictures. "I think he has your nose"
"A boy…" Lorelai's father held the pictures in his hand and his eyes started to water. "I can teach him to golf" He reached out and hugged her.
Stunned Lorelai accepted her father's hug.
