Hi everyone. I know I haven't updated this story in forever, but I've been sidetracked with job hunting and my other stories. I have a job interview tomorrow, YAY!
Thanks for the reviews :D I know this is a short one, sorry.
This fits into season six, shortly after Lorelai and Rory find out about April.
Rory pulled her Prius up outside the Crap Shack and jumped out quickly. Her mom called; Luke had a daughter, a daughter he didn't know existed the last twelve years. Lorelai didn't sound particularly upset over the phone, her tone held disbelief and Rory noticed a hint of betrayal also, something she never thought she'd have to worry about with Luke.
"Mom?" she called as she walked into the darkened house. All the drapes were closed, the TV was off, and there was absolutely no sign of life. After checking the ground floor area, she trudged her way upstairs and knocked softly on the closed bedroom door. No answer. She slowly pushed the door open, making it creak with the speed it was moving at, and sure enough there was Lorelai, resting against the headboard and staring into space. "Mom?" she repeated.
Lorelai turned her head towards the voice she just heard and a ghost of a smile crossed her lips when she saw her Rory.
"Hey," she said, it was obvious she had been crying just a little bit; her voice was hoarse and there was mascara down her cheek.
"Why are you sitting in the dark?" she asked softly as she came to sit down on the bed next to her mother. Lorelai shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to play with the bed covers between her fingers.
"Just easier to think that way," she muttered in reply. There were a few minutes of silence before Lorelai spoke up again. "He has a daughter, Rory," she said in disbelief as her eyes clouded with tears.
"How long has he known about her?" she asked, rubbing her mom's back soothingly.
"Two months," she said in a small voice. Rory's eyes widened in shock before she wrapped her arms around her mother.
"He's known about her for two months and he didn't think to tell me," she sniffled. "I'm his fiancé, this is generally something you share with someone you're gonna marry."
"Mom, come on, this is Luke. He had to have had a reason as to why he kept it from you for so long," she said thoughtfully. "He wouldn't do anything to cause a rift between the two of you."
"Yeah, well, that's what I thought too." She wiped her eyes furiously before falling back into her pillows, pulling her duvet up over her head.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" she asked thoughtfully. "Some coffee maybe?"
"No, I can't drink coffee right now," she replied, her voice muffled by the sheets. "I could do with a dose of Ben and Jerry though." Rory scrambled off the bed and looked down at her mother's still form. It was rare that Lorelai ever got upset over anything, so when she did, it was always something serious.
"Chocolate Fudge Brownie or Cherry Garcia?" she asked.
"The first one," Lorelai answered. "I need all the chocolate I can get right now." Rory nodded and walked towards the door. She rushed down the steps, stuck a spoon in a pint of Ben and Jerry's then hurriedly took it up to her mother.
"Hey, I'm going to the store," said Rory. "We're out of Pop Tarts."
"Heaven forbid," replied Lorelai as she sat up to take the ice cream from her daughter. Little did Lorelai know, but there was half a box of Pop Tarts left downstairs, and Rory was just looking for an excuse to get out of the house.
"I won't be too long, okay?" she asked. "Is there anything else you need while I'm out?" Lorelai sighed.
"Chocolate," she replied quietly. Rory nodded and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
After leaving her mother upstairs in the dark with Ben and Jerry, Rory hurriedly left the Crap Shack and jogged into the centre of town. She stopped outside the diner, and as she looked through the window, she noticed a young girl sitting at the counter doing her homework. She had long brown hair, and dark eyes shielded by her glasses. She didn't particularly look like Luke, but Rory knew when the man in question placed a chocolate milkshake in front of the girl, that she was indeed, his daughter.
She couldn't believe it; Luke Danes, a father. And to a twelve year old as well, a twelve year old he had met two months ago. She found herself wondering why he wouldn't tell Lorelai about her, she could have helped him get used to the idea; she could have given him parenting tips. She shook her head and focussed on the father and daughter as they interacted with each other.
Luke had helped Rory with her homework once; it was at the diner while she was waiting for Lorelai to finish work. She had to design something made of wood, and she had no idea where to start, so Luke gave her ideas and helped her with the dimensions and stuff. She was reminded of that time as she watched Luke do it with his biological daughter, and it just reminded her that she would never be Luke's proper daughter.
Watching the two, she knew she had been replaced. Luke wouldn't need her anymore because he had a kid of his own to care about. She would just be shoved aside. She had lost her father figure.
Through all her thinking, she hadn't realised that Luke had seen her and was exiting the diner.
"Rory?" he asked as he stepped onto the sidewalk. She swung around and looked straight at him, her heart rate increasing from being interrupted.
"Luke," she replied, a little two enthusiastically.
"Are you okay?" he questioned. She seemed to have been in a daze before.
"Hmm, oh yeah, I'm fine," she brushed off. "I was just um..."
"Visiting your mom, right?" he filled in for her. She nodded sheepishly before looking back through the window at Luke's daughter, who was still engrossed in her homework.
"She told me your news," she said. Luke seemed to inhale deeply.
"Is she doing okay?" he asked in concern. "Cause she seemed pretty upset when she left here before."
"I'm not gonna lie to you, Luke," she began. "She's sitting in bed, in the dark, eating ice cream. She'd probably kill me if she knew I told you that, but you have a right to know."
"Jeez, I feel terrible about keeping this from her, but I just...there was never a right time."
"You should be telling that to her right now, not to me." Luke placed his hands on top of his baseball cap and looked back at April through the window. Rory followed his gaze, a hint of jealously creeping into her voice.
"What's her name?" she asked. "Mom never got into details."
"April," he replied proudly. Rory nodded then averted her eyes to the floor.
"She's pretty." Luke nodded in agreement.
"Did you wanna come in and meet her? I can get you some coffee," he offered. Rory simply shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
"That's okay, I don't wanna intrude or anything," she said.
"You wouldn't be," he assured her. But Rory shook her head harder.
"Really, I should get back to mom. I came out to get chocolate." Luke sighed.
"Okay then," he agreed. "I should get back inside." He began to walk towards the door, back turned to her.
"I guess you don't need me anymore, huh?" she asked, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around slowly and narrowed his eyes at her.
"What do you mean?" he asked tentatively.
"Well you have April now, she's your daughter, your flesh and blood," she told him. "I've been replaced." She didn't look upset, or heartbroken, she was speaking in a neutral tone.
"That's not true," he protested.
"No, it is, I get it," she assured him. "It happened when dad got Gigi, and it's happening now that you have April. You don't need little old me anymore."
"Rory," he warned. "I'll always be here for you, always." She nodded as she began to turn away.
"I know," she agreed. "But I also know that April's gonna come first in everything, and I'm okay with that, I am. I'll just miss being the only one." With that she turned away and walked down the street, ignoring Luke who was calling after her.
And it was then, that Rory Gilmore wondered where her place now was in Luke Danes' heart.
Kind of a sad one there, but I hope you liked it all the same. I know it was extremely short, but there was nothing more to go into this chapter.
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