Gilmore girls: The Next Generation (On Hold, Sorry)

The Pregnancy

                      Six weeks later
   "Ugghhhh..." I was lying on the couch after having heaved up my breakfast of poptarts. Morning sickness was not fun. Mom had left for the store, saying she needed to pick up a few things. Luke came up to me.
"Hey, Rory, is there anything I can do, any way to make you more comfortable, or, I don't know..." Luke had gotten over the fact that I was pregnant. It had been a good move on Mom's part to tell him right before they left for the cruise; that way he had time to cool down before seeing me again. However, Luke hadn't been around many pregnant women, so he didn't have much experience. I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable.
   "I'm good, thanks," I croaked. I still felt pretty queasy, and just wanted to stay on the couch. "Actually," I added as a thought popped into my head. "Can you bring me the paper?"
   "Sure." He picked up a copy of the Stars Hollow Gazette from where it had been lying on the coffee table. "Didn't you write most of this, though?"
   "Yes, but I didn't read through all of the real estate listings." I flipped open the paper to the real estate section. "I really should find my own place."
   "You know, me and your mom don't mind that you live here," Luke reassured me.
   "I know," I said nodding. "But I'd like to have my own place to raise the baby, not with Grandma and Grandpa." Luke's eyebrows rose.
   "Wow. I forgot that I'm going to be a grandpa. That's... Weird." I laughed, which made my already upset stomach churn. I clutched my midsection. Luke looked at me worriedly.
"Is is everything ok? I mean, there's nothing wrong, right?" He shoves his hands in his pockets, a nervous habit of his. "Lorelai will be back soon, so she can help with anything, cause she has more experience, I mean she's had a kid, so of course she has more experience-"
   "Luke," I interrupted. "I'm fine. Thank you for worrying about me, but I am okay. It's just normal pregnancy stuff."
   "Okay," he replied, and left it at that. "Do you want any coffee? Or is it not good to drink coffee when you're pregnant?"
   "Well, Mom drank coffee," I reasoned. Luke snorted.
   "That explains your coffee obsession; she infused you with it at a young age."
   "Well, I want my child to share the Gilmore love for coffee, therefore I will drink it," I grinned. Luke threw his hands up in defeat.
   "Alright, alright, I'll make you coffee."
   "You offered," I called after him as he made his way into the kitchen.
   "Your birth giver is home!" Mom was at the door, and I could hear bags rustling as she came through the entrance.
   "Hello, birth giver," I called back, not feeling like moving.
   "Although, I did so much more than give birth to you. I taught you to walk, to talk, and to never trust the tabloids when they say that Jennifer Aniston is pregnant."
"Even the National Enquirer?" I grinned, baiting her into a response.
"Especially the National Enquirer!" She gaped at me in shock. "I taught you better than that!"
   "You never know," I said shaking my head and turning back to the paper. "They may start publishing things that are actually legit." I waited in anticipation to hear her defense.
   "No," she said firmly. "The day the National Enquirer publishes something legit is the day that Sherlock has more than three episodes in one season." I grinned. Just the sort of witty comeback I had needed to make me feel better.
"I come bearing gifts!" She exclaimed as she raised her many bags up. She dropped them on the coffee table in front of me.
   "Do I want to know how much this all cost?" Luke asked as he walked into the room with my coffee. He set it on the end table next to me.
   "Thank you, Luke," I grinned. He just rolled his eyes.
   "No, you probably don't," agreed Mom. "But this is my first grandchild! They deserve only the best! Now where is it..." She started rummaging through all of the bags. "Ah! Here it is!"
   Held before me was a tiny white onesie that read 'I heart coffee'. Inside the heart was a coffee cup. I was laughing so hard. I'm not sure if it was from the onesie or Mom's wild grin on her face.
   "Isn't it amazing?"
   "It's perfect," I laughed. My nausea was beginning to subside. I began flipping through the real estate ads again. "What do you think of this one?" Mom peeked over my shoulder to see the house I was pointing at.
"Mm, kinda looks like the Bates Motel, so unless you want your kid going psycho-"
"Then it's a no." I turned the page. "What about this one?"
"Kirk says it's haunted."
"And we're just supposed to take his word for it?"
   "You know Kirk," she insisted. "His 'ghostsensing' skills would do the ghostbusters proud."
   "Something tells me you don't want me to move out," I said, an amused smile on my face.
"No," she said defensively. I narrowed my eyes at her. "I just want you to have the perfect house, that's all," she insisted.
"Ok," I agreed. Even though I didn't quite believe her. We continued to search for 'the perfect house' in the newspaper. Finding several that piqued our interests, we decided to set up some times to see them the next day. Being that there isn't much activity in the real estate market in Stars Hollow, we were able to find a realtor that was available for the entire day.
The next morning, we were out looking at houses before noon.
"So this is a Victorian style house," the realtor, Candy, babbled. "I think it would be a lovely fit for your needs!" She was very bubbly. And enthusiastic. And honestly a bit irritating, considering it was still early and we had somehow managed to run out of coffee.
   "So, I can show you around, if you like," she continued. "Or you can take a look by yourselves!" She flashed us a huge, blindingly white smile.
   "I think we'll take a look by ourselves!" Mom answered, pretending to match her enthusiasm.
   "Okay!" Candy flounced across the driveway. Her wig flounced just a bit behind rest of her head.
   "Should I tell her?" I asked Mom.
   "Nah, she'll figure it out." As though reading our minds, Candy caught her wig just before it fell completely off. She just looked back at us and laughed. Loudly. We both smiled awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. While Candy readjusted her wig, Mom and I looked around the house.
   "So," Mom said. She held up her hands and spun around in the giant foyer. "What do you think?"
   "It's kinda... Big." I glanced around, unsure. "And probably expensive." Mom sighed.
   "This is the fifth house we've looked at today, kid," she said impatiently. "They're either too big, or too small, or too far away from town, or too close, or-"
"Alright, I get it!" I sank down into a chair. "I just want it to be the right one."
"I know." Mom smiled at me sympathetically and took a seat in the chair next to mine. "We'll keep looking," she agreed.
"I just want my child to have the perfect childhood," I said quietly.
"We all do." The corners of her mouth just barely turned up in a knowing smile. "But trust me, it'll be far from perfect. And you know what? That makes it even better."