FIC: What Makes a Father, Chapters 1 and 2
I first posted this Gilmore Girls story as just a drabble, but a couple of readers spurred me on, so I've decided to continue it into a series of half-vignettes, drabbles, etc.
Title: What Makes a Father
Author: behrbemine
Summary: What Luke is Rory, despite Christopher’s now-and-again presence.
Chapter One
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It's the eve of her 25th birthday as she slips on her wedding gown. The satin clings, its very softness promising to her, "You are loved."
The desired time arrives, and Rory does the aisle walk that even jaded little girls dream of. As Lorelai watches her daughter pass by, she marvels at how she's changed; she smiles because Rory's father knows these things, too.
The end of the aisle comes abruptly. "Who gives this woman?" asks the priest.
"I do," declares Chris.
From the back of the church, the only man wearing a baseball cap also whispers, "I do."
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Title: What Makes a Father
Author: behrbemine
Word Count: 500
Author’s Note: I’ve decided to continue this fic, as was suggested to me. Little snippets of Luke’s fatherhood, in tight bundles of 500 words or less. I’ll continue as long as there’s still demand for such. Please let me know.
Chapter Two
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Rory entered the diner in laughter, second fiddle only to her mother. “I can’t believe you!” she was saying.
“But you have to believe it, because it’s true,” Lorelai corrected. Luke furrowed his brow in mild curiosity and watched them as they slid into the seats at their usual table. “With all due respect to the overweight people on that show, I am going to eat as much as humanly possible, and dare my body to gain a pound.”
“You’re horrible,” Rory told her in jest.
“Hi, Luke.” Lorelai was waving to him and then winking with glee like a sixth grader high from sniffing glue, stuck in a classroom but daring the teacher to do their worst. “We’re talking about how restaurants like yours help fill cemeteries and hospitals as they clog arteries and muscle.”
“You have no shame,” he told her. “So what’ll you two have?”
“I think I want a salad.” This statement caused not only Luke and Lorelai to look at Rory, searching for her second head, but Kirk also turned around in his seat at the counter to gawk. “What? It’s just… well, Tristan’s eating healthier now. He’s kind of infected me with a like of lettuce.”
“Why couldn’t he just infect you with an STD, like a normal bad-boy husband?”
“Mom. I’m serious.”
Lorelai laughed uproariously. Obviously the day had given her much pleasure, to which Luke had to smirk, even as he remained miffed at Rory’s decision.
“Just a salad?” he asked Rory, looking deep into her eyes in an attempt to freak her out of this spell. The blue in those eyes brought him back to a day when she was eleven and bouncing into his diner, fresh from the school bell.
“I’m not eating meat anymore,” Rory said to him, even as her small fingers laced the edges of the burger-infested menu.
“You’re becoming a vegetarian?” was all that Luke could guess.
“Sort of…”
“But you don’t eat vegetables.”
“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to kill animals, so I’ve decided not to eat them. But vegetables, healthy things? Did you not meet the woman who raised me?... I’m thinking coffee and candy ought to round out my diet.”
“Please be joking,” Luke said in a tight-lipped way that threatened further argument.
“You did hear the part about me being my mother’s daughter, right?”
Luke eyed her suspiciously. “Right…”
Rory’s hands shot up to cover her oceanic eyes as below them, her lips trembled with the giggles she meant to keep inside. Removing those fingers that were much too clean for a child of her age, she relented. “I’ll have a chili cheeseburger with seasoned fries.”
“No, not just,” Rory answered now, finished guffawing like a goon with her mother. “I’ll have bacon bits, ham bits, and whatever left-over fat you’ve got left drizzled right on top of the lettuce.”
“Hmph,” Luke grunted, leaving the table and ignoring Lorelai’s demands to have her order heard.
Suddenly the world seemed right again.
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Feelin' It | Inspired
Title: What Makes a Father
Author: behrbemine
Summary: What Luke is Rory, despite Christopher’s now-and-again presence.
Chapter One
- -
It's the eve of her 25th birthday as she slips on her wedding gown. The satin clings, its very softness promising to her, "You are loved."
The desired time arrives, and Rory does the aisle walk that even jaded little girls dream of. As Lorelai watches her daughter pass by, she marvels at how she's changed; she smiles because Rory's father knows these things, too.
The end of the aisle comes abruptly. "Who gives this woman?" asks the priest.
"I do," declares Chris.
From the back of the church, the only man wearing a baseball cap also whispers, "I do."
- -
Title: What Makes a Father
Author: behrbemine
Word Count: 500
Author’s Note: I’ve decided to continue this fic, as was suggested to me. Little snippets of Luke’s fatherhood, in tight bundles of 500 words or less. I’ll continue as long as there’s still demand for such. Please let me know.
Chapter Two
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Rory entered the diner in laughter, second fiddle only to her mother. “I can’t believe you!” she was saying.
“But you have to believe it, because it’s true,” Lorelai corrected. Luke furrowed his brow in mild curiosity and watched them as they slid into the seats at their usual table. “With all due respect to the overweight people on that show, I am going to eat as much as humanly possible, and dare my body to gain a pound.”
“You’re horrible,” Rory told her in jest.
“Hi, Luke.” Lorelai was waving to him and then winking with glee like a sixth grader high from sniffing glue, stuck in a classroom but daring the teacher to do their worst. “We’re talking about how restaurants like yours help fill cemeteries and hospitals as they clog arteries and muscle.”
“You have no shame,” he told her. “So what’ll you two have?”
“I think I want a salad.” This statement caused not only Luke and Lorelai to look at Rory, searching for her second head, but Kirk also turned around in his seat at the counter to gawk. “What? It’s just… well, Tristan’s eating healthier now. He’s kind of infected me with a like of lettuce.”
“Why couldn’t he just infect you with an STD, like a normal bad-boy husband?”
“Mom. I’m serious.”
Lorelai laughed uproariously. Obviously the day had given her much pleasure, to which Luke had to smirk, even as he remained miffed at Rory’s decision.
“Just a salad?” he asked Rory, looking deep into her eyes in an attempt to freak her out of this spell. The blue in those eyes brought him back to a day when she was eleven and bouncing into his diner, fresh from the school bell.
“I’m not eating meat anymore,” Rory said to him, even as her small fingers laced the edges of the burger-infested menu.
“You’re becoming a vegetarian?” was all that Luke could guess.
“Sort of…”
“But you don’t eat vegetables.”
“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to kill animals, so I’ve decided not to eat them. But vegetables, healthy things? Did you not meet the woman who raised me?... I’m thinking coffee and candy ought to round out my diet.”
“Please be joking,” Luke said in a tight-lipped way that threatened further argument.
“You did hear the part about me being my mother’s daughter, right?”
Luke eyed her suspiciously. “Right…”
Rory’s hands shot up to cover her oceanic eyes as below them, her lips trembled with the giggles she meant to keep inside. Removing those fingers that were much too clean for a child of her age, she relented. “I’ll have a chili cheeseburger with seasoned fries.”
“No, not just,” Rory answered now, finished guffawing like a goon with her mother. “I’ll have bacon bits, ham bits, and whatever left-over fat you’ve got left drizzled right on top of the lettuce.”
“Hmph,” Luke grunted, leaving the table and ignoring Lorelai’s demands to have her order heard.
Suddenly the world seemed right again.
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Feelin' It | Inspired