A/N: Oh, look new fanfic! Exciting, isn't it? I am continuing my exploration/obsession for Rory and Jess as adults. It will definitely be a multi-chapter fic and well, I believe the rest is pretty self-explanatory. I hope you like it and remember to leave a review telling me if I should this continue or not.

Pregnancy tests and all the rest

One cold fall afternoon, Jess walked in the small apartment he shared with Rory, dropping his keys on the table. He looked around the living room, hoping to find her there but couldn't see her, so he opened the door to the bedroom. Walking inside, he saw her curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly. He crouched down so he could look at her and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Still tired?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Ror, you've been like this for almost four days. I know you're going to hate me for saying this, but you really should go see a doctor." He tried not to sound too worried, not wanting to make her feel any worse.

"I'm fine. Just a rough week at work, I think."

"Rougher than any other week? Don't think so."

"Maybe I'm getting old then." She tried to smile but ended up yawning instead.

"Have you at least told your mom about this?"

"And make her worry for nothing? Jess, I'm fine. Just tired, that's all." She extended her arm and cupped his face. "Come lie down with me."

"Fine. But if you're not feeling any better by next week, I'm dragging you to the doctor and I don't care if you yell, kick me or break up with me, got it?"

"Fine." She smiled this time and he stood up, kicking his shoes off and lied down on his side of the bed. She quickly turned around and rested her head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around her.

"Back still hurt?"

"A bit."

Lowering his hand, he started rubbing her back slowly and kissed the top of her head.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Just what you're doing right now. That helps."

"Ok. If you can think of anything else…?"

"I'll let you know." She kissed his shoulder and he continued to rub her back, trying to convince himself that she was fine.

Saturday night, after another day she spent in bed, napping or on the couch, watching movies, Jess walked to the kitchen and picked up his cell phone, getting angry at her stubbornness.

"This better be good! You're interrupting movie night!" Lorelai quipped from the other end of the phone.

"Lorelai, it's Jess. I need you to talk some sense into your daughter. She's being impossible."

"You two have a fight?" The woman tried to guess, despite knowing full well that he would have never called for that reason.

"Nope, but we're going to have one very soon. She doesn't want to go see a doctor."

"Why? What's wrong?" He could hear her moving at the other end of the phone and shushing her husband.

"Her back hurts and she's been tired all week. And I mean really tired, as in she takes twenty naps a day and when she's not asleep, she's still in bed or on the couch."

"Jess, I'm sure she's fine but I will…" She tried to comfort the young man over the phone, when an idea popped in her brain. "Wait, you say she's tired? All the time?"


"And her back hurts?"

"Have you actually been listening to a word I've been saying? Yes, it hurts."

"Ok, Jess, I need you to go, find her and put her on the phone right this second."

"You're going to convince her to see a doctor?"

"Yeah. But I have to know something else first and trust me, that is definitely not the conversation either one of us ever wants to have. Ever. So go find her now."

"Is it bad?" He suddenly became more worried, trying not to think of all the things that could go wrong.

"No. I don't know. It depends. I'm probably wrong, anyway." Lorelai rambled before taking a deep breath. "Just go find her!"

"Ok." Jess walked back in the living room and headed for the couch, handing the phone to Rory. "It's your mother. Talk to her."

"You called her?" She looked back at him, angry.

"Yes. Talk." Rory just took the phone and shook her head slowly.

"Hey, mom." Jess took a few steps back, leaning against a wall, looking at her.

"Ok, I may be completely wrong here but your boyfriend said you're tired and not normal tired but really tired and your back hurts so again, I'm probably wrong but that's kind of how it was for me this time and are you late?" Lorelai rambled again, trying not to get too excited.

"What?" Rory asked, not getting what her mother was asking.

"That thing? The one that happens every month? Has it happened this month?"

Rory took a long pause, trying to remember how to breathe properly. "Not yet. It should, though. This weekend probably."

"And it's not late?"

"Maybe a day. Wait…you don't actually think…?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I think."

"But…but…" Rory tried to calm herself down. "It can't! No way."

"Because you're being safe?"


"Um, kid, sorry to break this to you but that can fail."

"No way! That can't happen to me."

"Yeah, to you too. So I suggest you either get your butt of the couch and go to the store or, better yet, send the hoodlum and pick up a test. Just to be sure."

"You don't really think it's…that, do you?"

"I don't know, Rory. I think there's a good possibility."

"I'll…go do what you said."

"And call me back the second you know anything!"


"Ok. And keep in mind that I will not sleep, eat or drink until I find out. Now go tell Jess because he's really worried, hon. And don't be angry with him because he called me."

Rory looked at her boyfriend, who was still standing there, looking at her. "I'm not. Anymore, anyway. I have to go…do that. I'll call you back."

"Ok. Bye. And…good luck. Whichever way you want this to go."

"Thanks. Bye, mom." With that, she closed the phone and smiled at Jess. "Come here."

He walked slowly and sat next to her on the couch. "Still mad at me?"

"No. But…" She took a deep breath then kissed him, not knowing how he was going to take the news. "Mom thinks I might be pregnant." Actually saying the word for the first time made her quiet as well and she just looked at him, trying to understand what was going on in his mind. When he didn't say anything for a few minutes she wrapped her fingers around his hand.


"Sorry." He shook his head quickly. "Still processing. I…don't know what to say. How do you feel?"

"Like throwing up." She smiled weakly and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. He kissed the top of her head, rubbing her arm gently.


"So…what do we do now?" She asked him, her voice weak.

"I suppose now I go and buy you a pregnancy test and then we take it from there."

"And if it's positive?"

"I think that kind of goes in the 'take it from there' bit." He chuckled, kissing her head again.

"Ok." She stood up, extending her hand. "I'm coming with you. There is no way I can sit by myself on the couch, biting my nails and waiting. I'd have no fingers left by the time you got back."

He smirked again and took her hand. Before he got up from the couch, his eyes lingered for a second on her abdomen, a million thoughts rushing through his brain. Shaking them out of his head, he stood up and wrapped both his arms around Rory, kissing her softly.

"Whatever way this goes…you know I'm here, right?"

Instead of replying she just hugged him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you."

"Really? I had no idea."

She looked up at him and slapped his chest. "This is not the time to be a smartass."

"I won't let it happen again, ma'am." He nodded solemnly, making her giggle.

"Better." She took his hand and looked at the door. "So…we should go, right?"

"Unless you have a rabbit lying around the house?"

"You couldn't even last ten seconds."

"If it's any consolation, I tried." He smirked again and started walking towards the door, with Rory next to him. She picked up her keys and started unlocking the door but he stopped her, cupping her face in his free hand and kissing her.

"I love you too. And it will be ok."

"Thank you for saying that. And for being here."

He just kissed her again, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear with his fingers.

They walked to the pharmacy quietly, both of them trying to process the possibility of a baby. Once they reached it, they stood in the doorway, overwhelmed by the number of shelves. Jess looked at her, letting go of her hand.

"So, should we split up, Scooby gang? And the one that finds them first goes looking for the other one?"

"Yeah." She smiled and kissed him. "Meet back here in 10 minutes, just in case we can't find each other again."

"Ok." He nodded, then they both headed in separate directions in the store. Five minutes later, Jess, having just found the aisle they were looking for, walked around the store, only to find Rory standing in front of the baby aisle, looking at diapers, bottles and various other baby related items. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her shoulder gently. She looked around to look at him and smiled back.

"We could be back here in 9 months."

He was quiet for a few seconds before he decided to ask her what was going on in his mind. "You…want this, don't you?"

She turned around to look at him. "Not before it was a possibility. I don't think I've ever thought 'I want a baby soon'. It was always more of a 'someday, definitely' and that someday was always far away in the future. But now, when it could actually happen…yeah, I do. And I don't know if that scares you, though I hope it doesn't, but I want this to be real."

Instead of replying, Jess hugged her, kissing her temple, as she wrapped her arms around him as well.

"Let's go find out if it is then."


She let go of him and took his hand instead, and they both walked to the shelf. Once they reached it, they stood in front of it, looking at the overwhelming choice.

"Which one?" Jess looked at her, his hand still holding hers.

"I…don't know. I guess we just pick one."

"This one?" He just picked up a random box and handed it to her.

"Nope. I don't like the box."

"Ok." He took it back from her and put it back on the shelf, then picked up another one. "This one?"

"Five minutes? Are you crazy?"

He just shook his head, smirking. "How about you pick whichever one you want?" She smiled back and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you." Taking the last step towards the shelf, she picked up a box and handed it to Jess. "This one. It says it's fast, accurate and there are 3 in the box."

"You plan on spending the entire night peeing on sticks?" He chuckled and she looked at him, trying to stay serious but ended up smiling as well.

"Hello, have you ever met me? I want to be sure."

"Ok. This one it is." He lifted the box in the air and Rory just kissed him quickly.


"Did I ever have a word to say in this?" Jess smirked.

"Not really." She smiled back, kissing his cheek again.

"How about lying to protect my feelings next time?"

"I'm not promising anything. Now let's go! I have to know." She grabbed his sleeve and started dragging him towards the cash register. As soon as they paid, they walked out and headed back for their apartment, Rory clutching the bag tightly in her hand, her other one wrapped around Jess' waist.



"You…haven't said how you feel about this. It's…" She took a deep breath before continuing. "It's ok not to be excited about it. It's not like we planned it or really talked about it as a serious possibility so you don't have to be happy or excited or anything. I know I want it but you don't have to and I won't be angry with you, I swear. We'd just have to talk about it after we know but you can not want it." She rambled, not looking at him.

Jess stopped walking and she stopped as well, still not looking at him.

"Really? You wouldn't be angry?"

"You don't want it." She stated simply, trying not to sound too disappointed. When she finally looked up at him, she saw him smirking, trying very hard not to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"How quickly you went from not being angry to pouting."

"I never said I won't be sad." She countered and he just continued to smirk, not saying anything else. "Stop that!" Rory slapped his chest, finally making him chuckle. "You're impossible!" She huffed and tried to walk away but he caught her hand and stopped her.

"Rory, we've been together for almost 5 years. I kind of figured it's going to stick this time. It's definitely not the worst time in the world for us to have a kid. Truncheon's going well, your job's also good so we don't have to worry about money. We'd have to find a new place to live because there is absolutely no room in our apartment to stick a baby, much less the amount of stuff we're going to buy and receive but I've been telling you we have to move for at least a year and if it wasn't for your insane attachment to our first home together, we would have been out of there a long time ago. And well, I love you. You being pregnant with my kid is not the worst thing that could happen. In fact, it's probably one of the best. So yeah, I kind of want this to be real as well." He finished his speech and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her softly. When he pulled back she blinked quickly, trying to push away a few tears.

"You're a jerk!"

"What did I do this time?" Jess asked.

"You make me go crazy and then you go and say something like that and make it really hard for me to be mad at you. You should be nice to your potentially pregnant girlfriend, not make her worry."

"Just payback, Ror."

"What for?"

"For making me worry like a madman for the last 5 days with your stubbornness."

She hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. "Sorry."

"It's ok. Now are you ready to go home and see if there's going to be a baby or not?"

She nodded quickly and took his hand. When they reached their apartment, they walked back inside and put their coats down, Rory still holding the bag tightly in her hand.

"Can you…come with me? Not in the bathroom, just wait outside. I don't want to be alone."

"Sure." He kissed her temple as they walked towards the small bathroom. She opened the door and looked at him one last time.

"Tell me again it's going to be fine."

"It's going to be fine."

"Thank you." She kissed him again and took a deep breath before walking in and closing the door behind her. A couple of minutes later, she came out, holding the white plastic stick in her hand.

"I can't look at it! I'm too nervous to look at it! You do it!"

"What's it supposed to say? You had the instructions."

"It just says 'pregnant' or 'not pregnant'."

"What, no gazillion lines?"

"No. And will you please just look at it already before I go crazy? Don't worry, there's a cap over the icky part." She shoved the test in his hand and he looked at her one last time.


"No. You?"


She giggled and kissed him again. "Perfect. If there's actually a kid, he or she will never hear this story, got it?"

"Got it." He took a deep breath and lifted his hand, looking at the test.