"Happy Birthday!" Is the first thing I hear whispered loudly in my ear this morning.
"It's 5:23 in the morning let me enjoy my birthday by sleeeeping." I complain, pressing a pillow over my face.
"But I'm going to the inn at seven so I wanted to see you now! Also, it's right at this moment that you were born!" Mom whines, and pushes me across in my bed a little so she could get in beside me.
"I can't believe that fourteen years ago to the minute I was holding this tiny little baby in my arms..." She begins.
"Oh boy." I mutter.
"... and I was swearing like a sailor - just like with Rory - and then laughing at your dad because he passed out after seeing the blood." She smiled.
"Ookay end of storytime for tonight, missy." I cut her off, snuggling down next to her. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my head, us both drifting off for about 20 minutes.
Dad turns of the light and Mom groans, complains, and protests any sort of rude awakening, but my head is buried in her side so I thankfully don't wake up. He switches off the light, kissing my mom goodnight/morning, considering it is around 5:45, and he kisses my head before leaving to open the diner.
***
When I wake up, my mother has been replaced by Rory, who is half sitting up on some pillows, flicking through her Chilton assignments. When she notices my stirring, she pushes her books onto the floor and engulfs me in a gigantic hug. That's one of the things I love most about Rory - birthday's are a massive deal to her, especially mine, because it was the day her dream of a little sister came true.
"Jeez don't cut of my oxygen supply." I laugh, and she smiles apologetically.
"We have a lot to get through today, missy! First stop, Luke's 'cos we're out of coffee at home again. Second stop, Doose's for pop tarts, cake and pretty much everything your heart could desire. Third stop, Lane and River's house, and I haven't planned anything else." She finally stops to take a breath and I laugh a little.
"Your amazing, you know that?" I smile up at her, but she just shrugs, before furrowing her brows and laughing slightly.
"What?" I glare at her, awaiting some stupid joke or something.
"You're literally Mom." She laughs, and I roll my eyes.
***
"Oh, Y/n! Happy birthday, sugar! Hey, come by Hello! Magazine later on - Patty and the girls want to wish you a good day!" Babette practically corners Rory and I in the street.
"Uhhh, sure! When will they be there?" I ask, suspiciously.
"Uhm... no early than 6pm?" Babette winks at me, and Rory chimes in.
"6pm sharp it is!" She whisks me away to the diner.
"What the hell was that all about?" I turn my head to see Babette chatting to Patty whilst Rory pushes me across the street.
"Hey Dad." I say as I'm practically thrown into the diner.
"Jeez, someone wake up late?" He asks as I rub my eyes and collapse onto the counter.
"No, just got woken up at 5:23am EXACTLY by Mom." I groan, looking up slightly.
"Coffee, please." I say, and my Dad sighs, pouring a mug.
"I really wish your mother hadn't drank this crap whilst she was pregnant, maybe you two wouldn't need this on an IV drip." He mutters, placing two steaming cups in front of Rory and I.
"Yeah, well you should've stopped her!" I smile wickedly, sipping from the mug and hissing in pain.
"What? Coffee's hot you know!" Dad laughs.
"Yes, but it seems hotter now it's November!" I protest, and he reluctantly hands me and ice cube from behind the counter.
***
"Happy Birthday Y/n!" Taylor exclaims, rushing towards us as we enter the market.
"Thanks, Taylor." I smile a little at him, before practically clearing the shelves of Pop tarts.
"That'll be $10.40!" He waves a '25% off' coupon in the air.
"Oh, Taylor you don't-"
"Oh, thanks!" I interrupt Rory, as Taylor never gives allowances.
"Enjoy your day, girls!" He grins, and I smile and thank him again as we take our bags and leave, heading to Kim's Antiques.
Turns out, Mrs. Kim doesn't like it when friends go to see her daughters on a Sunday, so our trip is no longer than a "Happy Birthday!" squeal and a few hugs.
I turn to Rory as we leave the Kim residence.
"Hey, wanna go torment Michel at the inn?" I smile mischievously.
"I would want nothing more!" She squeals, and we both run off.
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y/n - gilmore girls
Fanfiction{THIS BOOK IS BACK IN PROGRESS} Y/n Gilmore is the daughter of Luke Danes and Lorelai Gilmore, yet her Grandmother Emily insisted she had the Gilmore name.
