Gilmore Girls Imagines / Oneshots

🌸 You're... PREGNANT?!

~ And you'll blow us all away, someday, someday ~

TW: VOMITTING

"You're going to do great," I tell Jess as I give him a peck on the lips. "I promise."

Today he releases a new novel based on the story of us. He started it when we first met. He said he had a feeling I was the one the first time he saw me, and I felt it too, so he started the book. Now that we're married and are living together, he decided he can finally finish the book.

"I wish you could come, I could postpone this and do it another time you know." He says, but I immediately shake my head as the nausea kicks in again.

"No, no, you've been waiting for this for so long. It's just a stomach ache." I shrug. "I'm sure my periods just about to start, I'm a couple weeks late so it makes sense."

He smiles sadly. "I'll be back soon, call me if you start to feel worse."

"I will," I tell him, then begin rushing him out the door at the feeling of liquid building up in my throat. "Now go! Go! You got places to be."

He laughs as I kick him out, him blowing a kiss as I shut the door.

The second the door slams, my feet take off toward the bathroom. My knees hit the ground and my head curls over the bowl, vomit flowing out of my body like a river.

I struggle to catch my breath, but eventually I do and I lean against the wall in exhaustion.

"Holy crap." I manage to get out between breaths.

As hard as my periods have gotten, I've never thrown up. This is new, and I am yet to have started bleeding. My eyes roam the room before landing on the box of pregnancy tests on the counter.

We've been trying to conceive for a long while, it's just never happened. The doctors said I'm infertile, and there's no chance, even with implantation that I'd ever get pregnant. My body just can't sustain another life. Yet I keep the tests in hope that someday, maybe I can beat the odds.

Without hesitation, I grab the box and take the test.

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I lean over the counter, anxiously tapping my foot and grabbing at my hair as I await for the results to pop up.

I wait about five extra minutes, just for good measure.

I take deep breaths before flipping the little piece of plastic that could determine our entire lives from now on.

My eyes anxiously scan over the little space of white in the middle. I see a bright red line. As my eyes adjust, I realize that bright line isn't alone. There's a faded one hiding behind it, afraid to show me it's there but I see it.

My back hit the counter and I slide down till I hit the ground, tears streaming down my face.

All my life, all I've ever wanted to be was a mom. I wanted to have something to call mine, something I could teach and show love to. And here I have it.

My hand instantly grasps my stomach as the tears begin to lessen.

How do I wait to tell him?