It's Better to Burn Out than Fade Away-Kurt Cobain

Chapter 73

November 13, 1992

"And that is what our house looks like," I smiled, but then heard Frances start to cry. As I was about to rush to get her, Nancy stopped me and got her instead. Nancy rocked her back and forth, calming Frances down. 

"Ruby!" Kurt hollered from the bedroom. 

"One second," I said to Nancy and ran to the bedroom. "Yes?"

"I need a towel."

I grabbed one from the closet and handed it to him, but he pulled me into him and kissed me. I could feel him against my thigh. 

"Kurt, you're literally naked and our babysitter is downstairs," I giggled. 

"Get out of here!" He said jokingly. 

I ran back downstairs. "Sorry about that."

"Frances is asleep now," Nancy said. "I put her in the little swing over there."

"Thank you."

"Well, I should be going. Thank you for having me over for lunch."

"You're welcome. Buh-bye."

"Bye," She walked out the door and I locked it behind her. "Well, that was splendid."

"Look at Mommy," Kurt sung. "Mommy's downstairs while you're in Daddy's arms."

He came downstairs holding Melissa while only having a towel wrapped around him. 

"Oh shit, Frances is in the swing," Kurt ran back upstairs, then came back down. "You know, both of the babies are asleep and we're the only ones here."

"Great observation."

"Lorelai is out with Dave and Krist."

"Oh my God, another great observation."

He pulled me into him and kissed me, rubbing his hands all over my body. I let him and slowly moved backwards into the couch, falling on my back. We both chuckled and he threw his towel off, clearly hard. My eyes widened as he scooted me backwards and got on top of me. He kissed me and started to unbutton my pants when the doorbell rang. 

"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me," He whined. I got up and buttoned my pants. "We'll save that for a different day." 

After I saw that he wrapped the towel around him, I opened up the door. 

"Mom!" Lorelai hugged me. 

"How was she?" I asked Dave and Krist as they walked inside. 

"She was good," Krist replied. "Oh, someone's excited."

I looked over to where he was looking at and saw that something was poking out in Kurt's towel. I smirked at him and he blushed. 

"Leave me alone," He stomped upstairs. "This is your guys' fault."

"I always knew you were gay!" Krist hollered. 

"Shush, the girls are sleeping," I whispered and saw that Dave looked a little upset. 

I felt bad for him, but I knew that he would find someone else. Someone else that would make him happier than I did and make him feel complete. 

"Hey, we're going to go ahead and leave, okay?" Krist asked. 

"Alright, bye guys," I waved to them as they walked outside. 

I locked the door and sighed. It would've been nice if Kurt and I were able to finish our moment. I walked upstairs to see what everyone was doing and heard Lorelai and Kurt conversing in our bedroom. 

"Daddy, play me a song," Lorelai begged. "Please please please please-"

"Alright," He chuckled. 

I hid behind a wall and peered around the corner to find Kurt sitting on the bed and Lorelai behind him watching him play the guitar. He started playing a riff on the guitar, so I grabbed the camera that was sitting in the loft and recorded them. 

"I'm not like them, but I can pretend," He sung at Lorelai. "The sun is gone, but I have a light. The day is done, but I'm having fun. I think I'm dumb or maybe just happy."

The way he was looking at Lorelai assured me that he really loved her. He did. He cared about her and would do anything for her. He treated her as if she was his own daughter and that was something that I was incredibly grateful for. That's why I wanted to marry Kurt is because he would do anything for us and I didn't want to let him go. We would have that connection with each other and nothing would ever come between us. 

"Mommy, what are you doing?" Lorelai laughed really loud, making Kurt stop. 

"Shit," I muttered. 

"Mommy, what are you doing?" Kurt imitated Lorelai and gave me a disapproving look while softly shaking his head. 

I moved and sat down on the bed. "Keep playing, Kurt."

"Why?" He chuckled and smiled a wide smile. "You're recording."

"No, I'm keeping track of our memories so that I don't forget them."

"From the top! 1...2...3-"