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rubykatewritingTITLE: Something Absolutely New
AUTHOR: rubykate
PAIRING: Rory/Jess
RATING: R
SUMMARY: He moves closer and kisses her, hopeful. "I wish I could say no," he whispers, "but I do. This was not what I wanted for you, or for us..."
DISCLAIMER: All characters are the creations of others. I am only borrowing them. No harm intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to Green Eve for the beta. This was written for the Lit Fic Challenge.
To Include:
1. Jess attends Rory's graduation (obviously didn't leave for California)
2. In "Keg! Max!" Rory tried harder; Jess admitted his problem.
3. Smut (they're irresistible, and I don't think allows them anymore - a shame, really)
Not to Include:
1. Nothing with Marty in it. No offense, but I just never took a shine to him.
2. Rory cannot be going out with Dean in the story, even if later she does break it off with him for Jess (mostly 3rd season and later stuff is all welcome)
Rating: PG - R
-
She’s having twins.
They sit in the car afterwards. Glancing over, Jess wonders if he should roll down the windows. Lately, Rory has been getting sick in the afternoons and she’s starting to look a little green.
His stomach sours.
Groaning, he thinks he might puke too.
Two babies.
Holy Hell.
The idea of one baby still leaves his guts in a twist. The doctor, the OB-whatever, actually smiled when he swayed, thinking it cute. He was thisclose to passing out in the exam room and she thought it was adorable, how flustered he was. It would have been funny if he had taken her out on his way down.
“How’s your head?”
Gingerly, he fingers the large strip of gauze taped to his forehead. He hisses, the wound burning from even that bit of pressure. “It’s still there.”
“That’s good. It might scare the babies if it wasn’t. They’d be the only kids in the neighborhood with a headless daddy …” Her voice falters near the end and he turns towards her. She breathes slowly through her nose, licking her lips.
“We wouldn’t want to do that,” he tries, forcing a smile.
“Oh, God.” She is quick out of the car, bent over the guardrail, her skirt flying up around her thighs. He hears her heave, the liquidness of her cough. He slides across the bench-seat and stands behind her, pressing his palm against the small of her back. Impatiently, she waves her hand, and he holds out the container. One of the few smells she can tolerate these days is baby wipes – oh the irony – and she grabs a handful. Uses one to wipe away the spit and snot, then uses the rest to wash her face.
“I hate this,” she mutters, her eyes watering from the exertion.
“It’ll be over soon,” he promises.
“You don’t know that,” she snaps. She closes her eyes, leaning against him. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“No it’s not, Jess.”
“Finished?” he asks, eager for a subject change. Guilt has become an old friend these days.
She looks at him, her eyes searching. “I think so.”
“Let’s get on the road. Your mom is waiting.”
-
Lorelai’s happiness is tempered by the reality of the situation. She is still pissed about Rory choosing to defer Yale for a year, even though she knows it’s the only option. No one ever mentions the other possibility. That she may never go to Yale.
“So did you find out the sex?” Lorelai asks, using her fake-chipper voice. She’s been using it a lot these days.
Rory smiles in spite of it. She looks genuinely happy as she tells her mother. “Yep. Both are boys.”
“Really?” Lorelai’s expression softens. Her grandchildren are a reality now.
Jess watches them at the kitchen table, standing near the back door. “Dr. Harris says they’re identical,” he adds.
“Wow,” Lorelai murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ears. Her eyes are glistening. “That’s amazing.”
“It is,” Rory responds, her face glowing.
Lorelai looks between them. “Have you told Luke yet?”
Jess shakes his head. “You were the first.”
-
“What about names?”
He finishes wiping down the counter. “What?”
“The boys.” Rory is busy scooping chocolate ice cream into a bowl. There is an array of fixings sitting on the table – chopped nuts, maraschino cherries, whip cream, fudge, caramel. She’s been craving sundaes lately.
“I don’t know. Don’t you think we should meet them first?”
“We don’t have to settle on anything now. Just a couple of names to choose from. I would hate to be stumped when the time comes.”
“Stumped?” he teases.
She glowers at him. “It could happen. I mean, how would that look? Can’t even name our own babies?”
He grabs the chair beside her and sits down. “Yes, that would be terrible. The Joneses would be all over that.”
“Do not mock the woman with the whip cream," she warns, shaking the can menacingly.
“All right.” He rolls his shoulders. Turns his head from side to side, stretching out his neck.
She laughs. “We’re thinking of names, Jess. Not about to wrestle.”
“It’s been a long day,” he says, grouchy.
“Jess –"
“Don’t, Rory. You are not going to work.” He regrets it the moment the words are out of his mouth. Her eyes are soft and so blue when she finally looks at him.
“I could find something part-time.”
“No. You’re pregnant.”
“Women have been known to work during pregnancy.”
“I don’t want you to. Drop it.”
“You are working yourself into the ground, Jess. I won’t drop it.”
“I’m tired, Rory.” He rubs his eyes. “Please, for tonight, can we just drop it?”
She nods.
“So...names...”
There is a hint of smile in her face. “Well, I was thinking something literary...”
-
“This is weird,” she admits, hovering near the front door.
“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she says without hesitation.
They have been together only the one time, at the party. And now here they are. She is pregnant, nearly six months, and he can barely remember any of it. Her body is different, and even as much as he wants to explore those changes, the idea of it nauseates him. It was wanting her that started all of this.
“Jess?”
She is standing an arm’s length away. Her face is fuller, her eyes brighter. He reaches out for her and her arms are tight around his middle.
“I want you, Rory,” he whispers into her neck.
“I want you too.”
-
“Do you ever wonder?”
“About?”
“That night.”
“All the time.” She looks at him. “Do you hate me for it?”
“Why would I hate you?”
“If I hadn’t stayed at that party, if I had stopped you, we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be pregnant.”
“It’s funny. I thought it should be the other way around. You hating me.”
“I made a choice to stay.” She rises up onto an elbow and he tries not to look at her breasts. He likes that she is comfortable with him. “Do you regret it?”
He moves closer and kisses her, hopeful. “I wish I could say no,” he whispers, “but I do. This was not what I wanted for you, or for us. Rory, there is so much you’re going to miss out on because of this. Because of me.”
“We won’t tell them that,” she says, her eyes steady. “The boys will never know –"
“Your mom doesn’t regret you, Rory.”
“I know.”
“And I will never regret them. I won’t do that to them.”
“No.” She pulls him down, and he settles carefully around her. Her full belly is solid against his arm. “Can you –?”
Jess grins. “Oh, yeah.”
End
***
Author’s Note: Title comes from the following quote:
"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new."
– Rajneesh
AUTHOR: rubykate
PAIRING: Rory/Jess
RATING: R
SUMMARY: He moves closer and kisses her, hopeful. "I wish I could say no," he whispers, "but I do. This was not what I wanted for you, or for us..."
DISCLAIMER: All characters are the creations of others. I am only borrowing them. No harm intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to Green Eve for the beta. This was written for the Lit Fic Challenge.
To Include:
1. Jess attends Rory's graduation (obviously didn't leave for California)
2. In "Keg! Max!" Rory tried harder; Jess admitted his problem.
3. Smut (they're irresistible, and I don't think allows them anymore - a shame, really)
Not to Include:
1. Nothing with Marty in it. No offense, but I just never took a shine to him.
2. Rory cannot be going out with Dean in the story, even if later she does break it off with him for Jess (mostly 3rd season and later stuff is all welcome)
Rating: PG - R
-
She’s having twins.
They sit in the car afterwards. Glancing over, Jess wonders if he should roll down the windows. Lately, Rory has been getting sick in the afternoons and she’s starting to look a little green.
His stomach sours.
Groaning, he thinks he might puke too.
Two babies.
Holy Hell.
The idea of one baby still leaves his guts in a twist. The doctor, the OB-whatever, actually smiled when he swayed, thinking it cute. He was thisclose to passing out in the exam room and she thought it was adorable, how flustered he was. It would have been funny if he had taken her out on his way down.
“How’s your head?”
Gingerly, he fingers the large strip of gauze taped to his forehead. He hisses, the wound burning from even that bit of pressure. “It’s still there.”
“That’s good. It might scare the babies if it wasn’t. They’d be the only kids in the neighborhood with a headless daddy …” Her voice falters near the end and he turns towards her. She breathes slowly through her nose, licking her lips.
“We wouldn’t want to do that,” he tries, forcing a smile.
“Oh, God.” She is quick out of the car, bent over the guardrail, her skirt flying up around her thighs. He hears her heave, the liquidness of her cough. He slides across the bench-seat and stands behind her, pressing his palm against the small of her back. Impatiently, she waves her hand, and he holds out the container. One of the few smells she can tolerate these days is baby wipes – oh the irony – and she grabs a handful. Uses one to wipe away the spit and snot, then uses the rest to wash her face.
“I hate this,” she mutters, her eyes watering from the exertion.
“It’ll be over soon,” he promises.
“You don’t know that,” she snaps. She closes her eyes, leaning against him. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“No it’s not, Jess.”
“Finished?” he asks, eager for a subject change. Guilt has become an old friend these days.
She looks at him, her eyes searching. “I think so.”
“Let’s get on the road. Your mom is waiting.”
-
Lorelai’s happiness is tempered by the reality of the situation. She is still pissed about Rory choosing to defer Yale for a year, even though she knows it’s the only option. No one ever mentions the other possibility. That she may never go to Yale.
“So did you find out the sex?” Lorelai asks, using her fake-chipper voice. She’s been using it a lot these days.
Rory smiles in spite of it. She looks genuinely happy as she tells her mother. “Yep. Both are boys.”
“Really?” Lorelai’s expression softens. Her grandchildren are a reality now.
Jess watches them at the kitchen table, standing near the back door. “Dr. Harris says they’re identical,” he adds.
“Wow,” Lorelai murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ears. Her eyes are glistening. “That’s amazing.”
“It is,” Rory responds, her face glowing.
Lorelai looks between them. “Have you told Luke yet?”
Jess shakes his head. “You were the first.”
-
“What about names?”
He finishes wiping down the counter. “What?”
“The boys.” Rory is busy scooping chocolate ice cream into a bowl. There is an array of fixings sitting on the table – chopped nuts, maraschino cherries, whip cream, fudge, caramel. She’s been craving sundaes lately.
“I don’t know. Don’t you think we should meet them first?”
“We don’t have to settle on anything now. Just a couple of names to choose from. I would hate to be stumped when the time comes.”
“Stumped?” he teases.
She glowers at him. “It could happen. I mean, how would that look? Can’t even name our own babies?”
He grabs the chair beside her and sits down. “Yes, that would be terrible. The Joneses would be all over that.”
“Do not mock the woman with the whip cream," she warns, shaking the can menacingly.
“All right.” He rolls his shoulders. Turns his head from side to side, stretching out his neck.
She laughs. “We’re thinking of names, Jess. Not about to wrestle.”
“It’s been a long day,” he says, grouchy.
“Jess –"
“Don’t, Rory. You are not going to work.” He regrets it the moment the words are out of his mouth. Her eyes are soft and so blue when she finally looks at him.
“I could find something part-time.”
“No. You’re pregnant.”
“Women have been known to work during pregnancy.”
“I don’t want you to. Drop it.”
“You are working yourself into the ground, Jess. I won’t drop it.”
“I’m tired, Rory.” He rubs his eyes. “Please, for tonight, can we just drop it?”
She nods.
“So...names...”
There is a hint of smile in her face. “Well, I was thinking something literary...”
-
“This is weird,” she admits, hovering near the front door.
“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she says without hesitation.
They have been together only the one time, at the party. And now here they are. She is pregnant, nearly six months, and he can barely remember any of it. Her body is different, and even as much as he wants to explore those changes, the idea of it nauseates him. It was wanting her that started all of this.
“Jess?”
She is standing an arm’s length away. Her face is fuller, her eyes brighter. He reaches out for her and her arms are tight around his middle.
“I want you, Rory,” he whispers into her neck.
“I want you too.”
-
“Do you ever wonder?”
“About?”
“That night.”
“All the time.” She looks at him. “Do you hate me for it?”
“Why would I hate you?”
“If I hadn’t stayed at that party, if I had stopped you, we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be pregnant.”
“It’s funny. I thought it should be the other way around. You hating me.”
“I made a choice to stay.” She rises up onto an elbow and he tries not to look at her breasts. He likes that she is comfortable with him. “Do you regret it?”
He moves closer and kisses her, hopeful. “I wish I could say no,” he whispers, “but I do. This was not what I wanted for you, or for us. Rory, there is so much you’re going to miss out on because of this. Because of me.”
“We won’t tell them that,” she says, her eyes steady. “The boys will never know –"
“Your mom doesn’t regret you, Rory.”
“I know.”
“And I will never regret them. I won’t do that to them.”
“No.” She pulls him down, and he settles carefully around her. Her full belly is solid against his arm. “Can you –?”
Jess grins. “Oh, yeah.”
Author’s Note: Title comes from the following quote:
"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new."
– Rajneesh
