A Light in the Life

Chapter 8 - What love is really about

Disclaimer: I don't own the story or characters featured in Gilmore Girls, however I have a fertile mind and a fan orphan heart.

A/N: ATTENTION: This chapter is currently being rewritten. For the better, I promise.

This is going to be a loooong chapter and I know some of you aren't expecting exactly for this, but Rory really need to face her feelings to get some purpose and stop walking in circles. I believe this is the best way, remember that I'm crazy.

CHAPTER 8 – WHAT LOVE IS REALLY ABOUT

Chapter 8 – What love is really About.

Three weeks went by so fast. I was experiencing the joy of waking up every morning and look in the mirror. My belly was showing. It was the size of a five-month gestation. Everything was still maturing faster than normal. Recognizing myself as a mother has changed my routine and my perception of the world, and people's perception of me. I was still getting used with people constantly worrying about me. Although the over-attention still made me scared, I had to admit I liked it.

Time took care of fixing many things. The town was accepting me again, as if the miracle of motherhood could wipe away all the bad blood between us. Taylor and Babette were organizing a baby shower for me, which was being considered a major event in the city. Everyone took on a task, such as with decor, buffet and choreography, leaving me flattered with all the attention devoted exclusively to my baby. Luke cooked for me everyday. He wasn't ready for words yet, but I was grateful for his way of looking after me.

Everything seemed to be in order again, except for one.

Today was the day of my launch cocktail. I felt satisfied and somewhat proud of myself, my skin was glowing and my smile could light the whole house by itself. I was walking into a dream and nothing could ruin my day. No white dresses this time, I wanted to make a new memory, choosing a light pink lace dress. Despite it was still winter, the dress matched my current spirit, as if we were on a beautiful spring day.

My belly stood out succinctly in my outfit. It no longer made sense to hide it, I was launching my story, divulging my life, and nothing could be more true to myself.

I ran into mom and Luke, noticing how uncomfortable he was in his clothes. He stretched his long frame as best he could, loosening one more jacket button. He felt trapped in a suit. My mother looked fabulous with her long black dress and a beautiful sock bun hairdo.

The library was redbrick, Victorian, sitting self-importantly at the Stone Street. I pushed open the heavy swing door and went into a room with a tiled chessboard floor and about fifty shelves fanning out from a central reception area. A shiver ran over my spine when I imagined my book would soon be there, along with timeless works.

I went further down the autograph table, where, throughout the convention, pairs of writers were assigned an hour each to make themselves available for book signing.

I sat on a table making sure my books were clearly visible to attendees. I touched it for the first time as an official writer and I smiled. At that very moment, my eyes locked with mom's. Tears of joy shimmered briefly in her eyes before she smiled at me.

The people began to arrive, each being greeted properly by Phillip. Many dear friends; some curious readers that I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet; former co-workers; the chartered bus bringing 50% of the Stars Hollow population and even the Chilton's Headmaster.

A long line formed in front of me and I signed the books smiling, almost mechanically, occasionally looking at the room looking for a certain someone, among all the other people who begged for my attention.