Love Me Softly - Gilmore Girls -

Chapter Twenty

A.N. // Hi friends, I'm neglectful to this story but I'm back, baby! Life is insane and has zero excuses for my neglect, now without further ado...your chapters <3

As Mom and I continue getting ready for church this morning, Dad volunteers to pick up Rory from the bus stop. 

"Hey, Mom?" I call from my doorway, "Could you help me curl my hair?"

Down the hall, Mom's arm darts out of the bathroom doorway and beckons me to her. I enter the room giggling as I catch her seated halfway on the sink with the mascara tube in her mouth as she applies the product. Replacing the wand she turns in to me, "Keep laughing and I'll unplug the curling iron."

I'm immediately quiet and sit down at the stool she's brought in from her master bedroom. Taking out my phone, I press shuffle on our current favorite album. 

"Do you want anything else done to your hair outside of curls, darling?"

"I'll style it after if that's okay?" I say as she begins twisting the strands around the wand.

"Works for me," she answers, humming to Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift. It's moments like these that make me understand how lucky I am to have her. 

"Thank you, Mom" All I get is a smile back as she focuses on the task before her. 

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A few songs later we hear the door downstairs close, the curling completed earlier and now I'm sat on the counter watching Mom work on an intricate braid down her back. 

"I'm going to meet Rory at the stairs," hopping off the counter, Mom nods lightly careful not to lose the bobby pins she's holding between her lips.

I exit the bathroom, quickly jogging over to the top of the stairs to meet Rory and Dad.

"Hi Alice!," Rory shouts up to me. 

"Come on up, we're still getting ready."

She looks back to Dad, who nods that it's okay before rushing up the staircase to where I stand. 

"Thanks for-"

I interrupt her, "Don't worry about it, and you don't have to explain until you're ready." Leading her to my still open bedroom door, I fan my arms out and announce, "Welcome to my favorite place in the house."

"This is your room?"

"Yep," I say, "I know it's not as many books as yours, but I usually grab ones from Mom and Dad's office when I'm in the mood to read."

"It looks like you," she says, smiling wide as she takes in the room. (room ideas linked in a future author's note page)

"Thank you? I think."

"It was a compliment," she teases back.

"Let's find you a dress, because I might get banned if you show up in jeans."

We take to searching my entire closet for a dress that suits her, finally I come across a light grey short sleeve dress with light blue butterflies on the hem. (imagine what you want if you hate it, thanks)

"I'll leave you to change here," I say, beginning to shut the door to my room, "I'm going to grab some water from downstairs. Need anything?" 

She shakes her head no and I take it as a sign to leave her to it. Around ten minutes later, I wonder back upstairs and see the door open and no Rory inside. Taking a look down the hall, I see her leaning against the wall watching the room where I left Mom.