The Aftermath - A Gilmore Girls Revival Fan Fiction

Chapter 55

I woke up to the amazing smells of coffee and bacon wafting through the air. I stretched deeply and smiled as my mouth instantaneously started to water, as if on cue.

I pulled on a pair of pajama pants and socks under Logan's t-shirt that I had worn to bed, and put one of his hoodies on over that; stepped into some slippers and shivered with my arms wrapped around myself. It was absolutely freezing this morning!

"Hey! Good morning, Ace!" Logan said, looking up from the stove.

I waved a wimpy wave, and sat down at the kitchen table next to a steaming hot cup of coffee. I doubted it was meant for me, so that meant it was probably caffeinated. I picked up the mug and breathed it in. I was right. Totally not decaf!

"Hey! Put that down! Good grief, I can't leave my cup of coffee unattended around you for five whole seconds, can I?" Logan teased with a smile.

I quickly took a big drink before setting it down. "Nope" I said back.

He just shook his head and sighed. "Go ahead. You might be a thief, but I guess you've earned it" he said laughing.

"Whys it so cold in here?" I asked.

"Cold? I don't think it is, but I've been up a while by this stove. You're not getting sick, are you?" He asked.

"God I hope not. That's all I need to add to the mix right now. Could you imagine?  All the symptoms I've been having have not only been amplified because there are two humans living inside of me, but then throw being sick on top of that?  Not my idea of fun times" I teased.

He sat a plate down in front of me, and sat down beside me with a plate of his own.

"This smells amazing, by the way" I whispered, taking a big bite.

"Good. I've got to take care of my amazing Aces, and make sure all three of you are growing healthy and strong" he said sweetly, kissing my forehead.

I nodded, and poked around at my food. "You okay, babe?" he asked me. The casual mention of "all three of us" suddenly caused me to lose my appetite, and I sat my fork down on my plate.

"I - I'm okay. I'm just not as hungry as I thought I was before" I lied.

He watched me for a moment, as if knowing I wasn't being honest with him, but then took a bite of his own food. "Okay, well, just eat whatever you are able to then, Ace" he answered in defeat.

Lying to him was the worst feeling ever. No. Him KNOWING that I was lying to him is the worst feeling ever. I'm sure this isn't what he thought he had bargained for when he had left Odette for me. He was so happy back then, when we first got back together. And that was only three weeks ago. Wow. I had managed to completely ruin everything in a matter of a mere three weeks' time.

"Hey you two, you're up and at 'em pretty early!" Mom said walking into the room.

"Hey, Lorelai!  There is way too much breakfast left over there for you if you want to eat with us" Logan told her, and I catch him pleading with his eyes as he asked her to stay.

"Yeah... Sure...  I can take a minute for breakfast. The most important meal of the day, they say. Even more important, I guess, if you're in the process of creating tiny humans..." she rambled as she got her a plate and walked over to the stove.

She sat down and the silence was awkward. I knew she would be just as disappointed in me, if not even more so somehow, for the feelings I can't shake about all this. I watched as she studied my face like a book and she turned to face Logan. "We need a mom moment" she told him.

He nodded, took his plate, and got up to go to the living room. "Good boy! I'm starting to see a little glimmer of his good side" she remarked with a laugh.

I smiled weakly and looked at my mom who was still watching me carefully.

"Talk to me, kid. What's going on? You haven't been yourself since that doctor's appointment yesterday" she said, jumping in to Logan's seat beside me.

"I'm fine, mom, really. I'm just in shock, is all" I lied.

"Mhmm. Why don't you try telling the truth. You're a 32 year old woman, kid. Lying about your feelings seems like it should be a bit too immature for you" she said.

I sighed. "What is it that you want me to say, mom?"

"You can start by telling me the truth. About how you really feel about the fact that you're having twins - I know there's got to be about a million emotions running through your mind right now" she prompted.

I shrugged. "I'm fine with it, mom. I have Logan, and you, and Luke all here to help me with anything and everything I could ever need" I said.

"Yes, honey, of course you do, but that's not what I asked you. How do YOU. Deep down. How do YOU feel about having twin children living inside of you, depending on you, and needing to be raised and done right BY YOU. What are you FEELING about that?" She asked.

I took in a deep, shaky breath. For a moment I thought I was going to break down and lose it, but I managed to somehow hold myself together. "For the last time, mother, I'm FINE" I said, raising my voice at her.  I got up from the table and headed straight to my room. Perhaps I was acting immature like she said, but I couldn't care about that right now.  I picked up my phone and sent a text to Logan. "I think it's about time that we find our own place to live."