Skywalker Apartment [Sunday evening]
Rory had chalked it up to stress.
She'd finally started a new job, and while blogging hadn't exactly been what she'd anticipated using her journalism degree for, print was dying and she knew this was a foot in the door, anyway. Following the 2012 campaign trail? Dream job, no matter the medium.
And even if she wasn't really leaving Washington yet, she'd still taken on a full load with the job. Full enough that Juliet was spending more and more time at daycare and with Daddy, and Rory was starting to feel a little guilty, and she barely talked to her mom (meaning their multi-hour conversations and bi-weekly visits had turned to more normal mother-daughter relations) and when she got home at night, it was all she could do to eat the takeout Anakin placed before her and crawl into bed.
And yet she'd somehow found the time to do other things, if what she'd finally -- finally -- figured out today meant anything. Anakin had convinced her to go on the fall trip as a means to relax, and she had to admit, it sounded appealing before. Now, as she stared at a little blue plus sign for the second time in her life, she thought it sounded mandatory.
And to think she'd just thought it was stress. Rory was starting to wonder if she was just really bad at birth control, or if the Force just really wanted her pregnant. Six years of Fandom influence told her the latter was somehow more likely.
She'd bought the test after realizing how late she was, and had waited until Anakin scurried off to put Juliet in bed. At least the timing was right for spacing out the kids, and honestly, she wouldn't have minded except dream job.
And so Rory put the test down on the bathroom counter before going out to the living room again, tapping her hands on her knees and pushing down the excitement she felt, instinctively. The logistics were more complicated, this time.
She'd finally started a new job, and while blogging hadn't exactly been what she'd anticipated using her journalism degree for, print was dying and she knew this was a foot in the door, anyway. Following the 2012 campaign trail? Dream job, no matter the medium.
And even if she wasn't really leaving Washington yet, she'd still taken on a full load with the job. Full enough that Juliet was spending more and more time at daycare and with Daddy, and Rory was starting to feel a little guilty, and she barely talked to her mom (meaning their multi-hour conversations and bi-weekly visits had turned to more normal mother-daughter relations) and when she got home at night, it was all she could do to eat the takeout Anakin placed before her and crawl into bed.
And yet she'd somehow found the time to do other things, if what she'd finally -- finally -- figured out today meant anything. Anakin had convinced her to go on the fall trip as a means to relax, and she had to admit, it sounded appealing before. Now, as she stared at a little blue plus sign for the second time in her life, she thought it sounded mandatory.
And to think she'd just thought it was stress. Rory was starting to wonder if she was just really bad at birth control, or if the Force just really wanted her pregnant. Six years of Fandom influence told her the latter was somehow more likely.
She'd bought the test after realizing how late she was, and had waited until Anakin scurried off to put Juliet in bed. At least the timing was right for spacing out the kids, and honestly, she wouldn't have minded except dream job.
And so Rory put the test down on the bathroom counter before going out to the living room again, tapping her hands on her knees and pushing down the excitement she felt, instinctively. The logistics were more complicated, this time.