FIC: The After (Gilmore Girls)
The Beginning of a fic I will never finish.
Disclaimer: I am not DP or ASP nor Dawn Ostroff. therefore, I do not own these characters and claim no profit from this work of Fiction.
Summary: Lorelai is pregnant. Rory lives with Jess and Logan.
AN: Yeah I liked Jess. I heart J-Pad, but Dean on GG was not written...well.
AN2: My one, and only GG fic.
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Luke closed the diner door behind him and smiled. He knew it sounded lame or corny, but for the first time in a long time, he felt whole. Not happy or morose, or content- but whole, this overwhelming feeling that the world had finally said ‘We’re Okay With you, Luke Danes’ and quit giving him the middle finger. The diner was good, April was good, things with Lorelai were good. Hell, even Jess sent him an advanced copy of his newest book-thing and Liz was happily back on the Faire circuit.
Mentally flicking off Taylor’s stupid Soda Shop, he had the oddest urge to whistle, but quickly tramped that thought down. He did skip-once- and then jogged home like he always did. All of his belongings had finally been moved out of his apartment and were currently sitting in heaps on the floor. Lorelai had some organization to the heaps but he couldn’t figure it out. Then she added heaps of her own, so the Gilmore-Dane’s living room looked more like Kim’s Antiques.
Lifting Paul Anka up the stairs, Luke whipped open the door to say ‘Honey, I’m Home’ but instead was greeted with sight of his wife half-naked wearing tiny underwear. Grinning, he simply picked her up around the knees and headed upstairs. Things were definitely good in Luke-world.
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Lorelai-world on the other hand was a completely different story. Things were still good, the inn was doing great, Sookie was back at work and accident-free. The problem was however, that somewhere between the eggplant quiche she made for breakfast and the rosemary-orange salad, Lorelai realized she was pregnant. Okay, after she had stolen Michel’s last veggie burger- that’s when she knew.
There shouldn’t be a problem with being pregnant. She was 38, not dying from cancer, didn’t smoke- She just wasn’t sure how to have another child. Rory, girl genius was living in Boston in a nice apartment with two former boyfriends nipping at her heels. She was a Yale Alumnus. There wasn’t much for the new kid to do. Except Sports, and that was an icky thought. Their brief experience with Soccer Moms was enough to encourage acting instead of actual physical activity.
And she would be OLD instead of YOUNG and that would make things really awkward between her and the young parents. Especially since she used to be a young parent, and then there would be resentment and awkwardness. And what if it was twins? She wasn’t good with kids en masse. Lorelai made the decision to talk to Luke when he got home, but he had other- enjoyable activities planned, and so as normal, Lorelai Gilmore-Danes just blurted it out that she was pregnant. And then- silence. And blinking.
“Hmm. Remind me to call April tomorrow. And no more coffee- we’ll go get some decaf and some tea. I’ll get Rory’s crib out of the attic, too before we go to the city.” Luke, ever the eloquent speaker said. Then he pressed his head to her stomach and snuggled to sleep.
Lorelai, once again, was shocked at Luke’s behavior. Having a baby was a major event. And he was so calm, so mellow. And taking away her coffee!
“Luke, we’re having a baby. You should- I don’t know, react! Write a song or scream or something!”
“I love you, I knew this would happen eventually, because you never take your pills, and I’m normally not very patient. I love you. And I’m happy about the baby. The freaking out can be saved for later.” Luke mumbled, already half-asleep.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Lorelai shut the light out and crawled into bed.
**
“This whole Three’s Company thing was the worst idea the two of you ever had.” Rory groaned, pulling herself out of Jess’ arms. She needed a place to stay in Boston. Jess had a place in Boston- she just never moved out and somewhere along the line Logan moved in. The sleeping arrangements still hadn’t been settled so normally she slept in the same room as one of the boys. Who both apparently could sleep-walk quite well to wherever she was sleeping.
Logan put his arms up in the air as if to shrug and headed back towards his room. He had a meeting to go to anyway. Jess made a face in Logan’s direction before pulling her back into bed with him.
“He ruins everything.” Jess whispered into her neck.
“You’re a pretty good ruiner too. Where’s my phone?” Rory asked digging through the mountain of sheets and finally finding her phone in his pocket. She sent him another frown, but sat on the bed anyway. Quickly dialing her voicemail, she leaned against Jess and placed a kiss on his cheek. Gasping, she hit replay and held it up for Jess to hear.
“-I think I’m pregnant! You’ve always wanted a half-brother to read to, and edumacate, right? It feels like a boy. I think I’ll name him something that inspires manliness like Cobain, or Malfoy or Bruce. I’m sure you’ll think of more. Nothing Russian though. Tchaikovsky, while manly is also hard to pronounce and not cute at all like Dean- ooh look another manly name. I’m going to the doctor’s tomorrow, hun. Love you. Tell the boys Hi.”
“I’ve lost my identity. I’m no longer Jess. I am ‘The’ or “Boys’.” Jess joked. “Better than Logan and the other guy, I guess. Shower?” Jess of course had to flaunt the fact that it was his apartment and that they were sleeping together. Logan then had to push his buttons by eavesdropping on their conversations and being as nice as humanly possible.
“In a minute. I have a brother! Or sister! Or possibly both.” Rory gushed. Jess shrugged before heading towards the bathroom.
“You already have two sisters, Ace.” Logan pointed out, handing her a cup of coffee. Rory knew that they were just teasing- because. Well, this was different. Her Mom was pregnant. Not her Dad’s girlfriend or Her Stepdad’s girlfriend. Her Mom, her BFF. This was special. Quickly downing the coffee she headed towards the bathroom.
Today was a good day already, she could feel it.
**
Jess had always wanted a job that required little effort on his part and maximum money in his pocket. His current job was the complete opposite. Apparently their newest book “Time Wasted on Dreams of Nothing” was crack in book form. Everyone wanted a copy. Which meant third printing, fourth printing. Requests were coming in from all over the Atlantic Seaboard, and Random House was nipping for publishing rights.
Which meant that there would be press coverage, and nothing delighted Jess more than making the rich man pay. He had sent so many reporters away that a limousine had been parked outside the offices for more than an hour. When Harpy told him who wanted a meeting, Jess about shit his pants.
Mitchum Huntzberger wanted to see him. Jess told him to come in, and he did, sat down right in front of him and wanted to talk business. Jess replied coolly, “Why don’t we talk about your son living in my apartment?”
The old guy didn’t want to look shocked, so he went with his first defense mechanism: Rory. “Logan was going to marry her, and she said no.”
“Who gets married that soon after graduation. Rory likes to work- she’s not one of your Stepford clones. Is that why you’re here? In some twisted-revenge plot for Logan, the Prodigal Son?” Jess demanded, practically insulted at the man’s presence. Mitchum sighed and handed him a slip of paper: ‘2.3 Million Dollars’
“Before you get back on your soap box, Mr. Mariano, that is not hush money. I want to buy your newest little dirt rag and your facilities. Then I’m going to buy the entire building, flatten it and start the Huntzberger Publishing Group. This the- Marvin Gardens if you will, to having Huntzberger being synonymous with ‘written word’.”
“You’re serious?”
“Do you want your check to be normal-sized or would you prefer a giant check with ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ printed on the front?”
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Disclaimer: I am not DP or ASP nor Dawn Ostroff. therefore, I do not own these characters and claim no profit from this work of Fiction.
Summary: Lorelai is pregnant. Rory lives with Jess and Logan.
AN: Yeah I liked Jess. I heart J-Pad, but Dean on GG was not written...well.
AN2: My one, and only GG fic.
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Luke closed the diner door behind him and smiled. He knew it sounded lame or corny, but for the first time in a long time, he felt whole. Not happy or morose, or content- but whole, this overwhelming feeling that the world had finally said ‘We’re Okay With you, Luke Danes’ and quit giving him the middle finger. The diner was good, April was good, things with Lorelai were good. Hell, even Jess sent him an advanced copy of his newest book-thing and Liz was happily back on the Faire circuit.
Mentally flicking off Taylor’s stupid Soda Shop, he had the oddest urge to whistle, but quickly tramped that thought down. He did skip-once- and then jogged home like he always did. All of his belongings had finally been moved out of his apartment and were currently sitting in heaps on the floor. Lorelai had some organization to the heaps but he couldn’t figure it out. Then she added heaps of her own, so the Gilmore-Dane’s living room looked more like Kim’s Antiques.
Lifting Paul Anka up the stairs, Luke whipped open the door to say ‘Honey, I’m Home’ but instead was greeted with sight of his wife half-naked wearing tiny underwear. Grinning, he simply picked her up around the knees and headed upstairs. Things were definitely good in Luke-world.
**
Lorelai-world on the other hand was a completely different story. Things were still good, the inn was doing great, Sookie was back at work and accident-free. The problem was however, that somewhere between the eggplant quiche she made for breakfast and the rosemary-orange salad, Lorelai realized she was pregnant. Okay, after she had stolen Michel’s last veggie burger- that’s when she knew.
There shouldn’t be a problem with being pregnant. She was 38, not dying from cancer, didn’t smoke- She just wasn’t sure how to have another child. Rory, girl genius was living in Boston in a nice apartment with two former boyfriends nipping at her heels. She was a Yale Alumnus. There wasn’t much for the new kid to do. Except Sports, and that was an icky thought. Their brief experience with Soccer Moms was enough to encourage acting instead of actual physical activity.
And she would be OLD instead of YOUNG and that would make things really awkward between her and the young parents. Especially since she used to be a young parent, and then there would be resentment and awkwardness. And what if it was twins? She wasn’t good with kids en masse. Lorelai made the decision to talk to Luke when he got home, but he had other- enjoyable activities planned, and so as normal, Lorelai Gilmore-Danes just blurted it out that she was pregnant. And then- silence. And blinking.
“Hmm. Remind me to call April tomorrow. And no more coffee- we’ll go get some decaf and some tea. I’ll get Rory’s crib out of the attic, too before we go to the city.” Luke, ever the eloquent speaker said. Then he pressed his head to her stomach and snuggled to sleep.
Lorelai, once again, was shocked at Luke’s behavior. Having a baby was a major event. And he was so calm, so mellow. And taking away her coffee!
“Luke, we’re having a baby. You should- I don’t know, react! Write a song or scream or something!”
“I love you, I knew this would happen eventually, because you never take your pills, and I’m normally not very patient. I love you. And I’m happy about the baby. The freaking out can be saved for later.” Luke mumbled, already half-asleep.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Lorelai shut the light out and crawled into bed.
**
“This whole Three’s Company thing was the worst idea the two of you ever had.” Rory groaned, pulling herself out of Jess’ arms. She needed a place to stay in Boston. Jess had a place in Boston- she just never moved out and somewhere along the line Logan moved in. The sleeping arrangements still hadn’t been settled so normally she slept in the same room as one of the boys. Who both apparently could sleep-walk quite well to wherever she was sleeping.
Logan put his arms up in the air as if to shrug and headed back towards his room. He had a meeting to go to anyway. Jess made a face in Logan’s direction before pulling her back into bed with him.
“He ruins everything.” Jess whispered into her neck.
“You’re a pretty good ruiner too. Where’s my phone?” Rory asked digging through the mountain of sheets and finally finding her phone in his pocket. She sent him another frown, but sat on the bed anyway. Quickly dialing her voicemail, she leaned against Jess and placed a kiss on his cheek. Gasping, she hit replay and held it up for Jess to hear.
“-I think I’m pregnant! You’ve always wanted a half-brother to read to, and edumacate, right? It feels like a boy. I think I’ll name him something that inspires manliness like Cobain, or Malfoy or Bruce. I’m sure you’ll think of more. Nothing Russian though. Tchaikovsky, while manly is also hard to pronounce and not cute at all like Dean- ooh look another manly name. I’m going to the doctor’s tomorrow, hun. Love you. Tell the boys Hi.”
“I’ve lost my identity. I’m no longer Jess. I am ‘The’ or “Boys’.” Jess joked. “Better than Logan and the other guy, I guess. Shower?” Jess of course had to flaunt the fact that it was his apartment and that they were sleeping together. Logan then had to push his buttons by eavesdropping on their conversations and being as nice as humanly possible.
“In a minute. I have a brother! Or sister! Or possibly both.” Rory gushed. Jess shrugged before heading towards the bathroom.
“You already have two sisters, Ace.” Logan pointed out, handing her a cup of coffee. Rory knew that they were just teasing- because. Well, this was different. Her Mom was pregnant. Not her Dad’s girlfriend or Her Stepdad’s girlfriend. Her Mom, her BFF. This was special. Quickly downing the coffee she headed towards the bathroom.
Today was a good day already, she could feel it.
**
Jess had always wanted a job that required little effort on his part and maximum money in his pocket. His current job was the complete opposite. Apparently their newest book “Time Wasted on Dreams of Nothing” was crack in book form. Everyone wanted a copy. Which meant third printing, fourth printing. Requests were coming in from all over the Atlantic Seaboard, and Random House was nipping for publishing rights.
Which meant that there would be press coverage, and nothing delighted Jess more than making the rich man pay. He had sent so many reporters away that a limousine had been parked outside the offices for more than an hour. When Harpy told him who wanted a meeting, Jess about shit his pants.
Mitchum Huntzberger wanted to see him. Jess told him to come in, and he did, sat down right in front of him and wanted to talk business. Jess replied coolly, “Why don’t we talk about your son living in my apartment?”
The old guy didn’t want to look shocked, so he went with his first defense mechanism: Rory. “Logan was going to marry her, and she said no.”
“Who gets married that soon after graduation. Rory likes to work- she’s not one of your Stepford clones. Is that why you’re here? In some twisted-revenge plot for Logan, the Prodigal Son?” Jess demanded, practically insulted at the man’s presence. Mitchum sighed and handed him a slip of paper: ‘2.3 Million Dollars’
“Before you get back on your soap box, Mr. Mariano, that is not hush money. I want to buy your newest little dirt rag and your facilities. Then I’m going to buy the entire building, flatten it and start the Huntzberger Publishing Group. This the- Marvin Gardens if you will, to having Huntzberger being synonymous with ‘written word’.”
“You’re serious?”
“Do you want your check to be normal-sized or would you prefer a giant check with ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ printed on the front?”
**