jfcjess

[jfcjess]

echoes of the same tiny baby’s cries off the phone we’re copied and pasted behind the wall of the house jess was about to enter. once the door opened, revealing the pair from behind it, jess instinctually clasped a gentle palm to the woman’s back. the sight of her ached within him. like a battered wound that was once closed and suppressed now exposed to the elements. raw and painful. it especially distraught him to see her in such disarray. if the tow headed man was face to face with him, jess was unsure of just how much control would be acquired for him to reluctantly keep his composure. after all, the runaway was used to the idea of abandonment. one in which he desperately longed for no other human to experience unknowingly. and maybe his intrusive thoughts on the matter were merely just so, albeit considering right now was an excellent motive to clear the air of the fine line between workaholic and deadbeat. it was neither his place to judge. “hey, who do we have here, mister?” shimmying his jacket slack off his shoulders, the man carefully hooked it on a nearby rack, closing the door from behind him. a ginger smile curled at each corner of his lips as his warm gaze fell from rory to the baby wriggled in her arms. “ah, i love you, too, buddy. have you grown since i last saw you? you’re practically a tree,” he trailed on, the pad of his thumb stroking the wet sobs away from the baby’s cheeks. “that’s okay, sometimes you just need a really good cry. can a mariano take a stab at this and see what’s the matter?” he inquired, before realizing his hand stayed glued to her back this entire time. without a second’s past his hand jerked back to his side. “when was the last time mom had something to eat?” an eyebrow arched in inquisitive fashion as light mocha hues aimed at the woman in front of him. “— and not something from a takeout container from a week ago that’s been stuck in the back corner of the fridge? or cups of coffee,” he appended, his tone firm yet neutral. luke danes may have been a stickler of judgment when it came to the gilmores dietary habits, but in jess’ case? it was simply asked out of the genuine concern for the first time mother.

there was a distinct chill that fell over the outskirts of the small town of stars hollow. ribbons of thick fog looped around pockets in the atmosphere, nearly kissing the ground. the dark, navy blue sky met with the distilled bright light of a full moon. in the dead of night, there was little of a whisper that caught wind of the surrounding buildings that had been built way before the man’s time. there jess mariano laid. resting — if one could even call it so — in the same position he started in. he was embraced by the soft and comforting touch of thin, ivory bed linens while the hours melted idly by. a heavy exhausted exhale slipped through tight borders, stubble lined lips pursing into a thin, expressionless line. silence was golden, some might say. in the confines of his trackless mind it was a recipe for aimless rumination. thankfully, an abridged whine of his ringtone scattered through the air like mist, awakening him fully to the sights and sounds of what he was about to press ACCEPT to. golden irises travelled to the screen of his cell phone, the name rory gilmore streaked across it. “rory?” he hushed out, his free palm rubbing the sleep out of the inner corners of his orbs. background noise was filled with an infant’s cries, immediately perking the man up while attempting to to decipher the desperation of his ex girlfriend’s tone.

she in fact needn’t say another word before the raven haired male understood the situation. “hey, hey no. don’t go apologizing. i’ll be there in twenty minutes,” he drifted, blurring himself as he plucked any pair of shoes he could find, shuffling through his half shelled closet to slip his leather jacket over his shoulders. trotting down the stairs, the man clutched his keys in one hand while jetting himself out the door. while jess wasn’t logan’s biggest fan, it felt wrong to express any sort of disparaging off the cuff insult at a time as this. though the thoughts never transpired into actual words, the most he could muster was as much support to rory as he could. finally pulling into the gilmore house driveway, jess pulsed a ring cladded rotund hand through his tussled mop of hair. emerging out of the vehicle and onto the front porch, a balled fist racked on the door, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he was bottling up as a brisk cloud of air could be seen as evidence of his breath in the cold. awaiting with patience, both hands then stuck themselves into each pocket of his jeans, his weight shifting and rolling to the balls of his feet.

she's not sure how her mother did it at sixteen. hell, rory can barely do it in her thirties. god, by the time lorelai gilmore was in her thirties she already had a teenager, an adult by her mid thirties. it was so insane to think about. how they were at such different places at the same age. her mother, getting ready to send her daughter to an ivy. rory, on the edge of a nervous break down with a colicky baby. there was no shame in asking for help and her loved ones made that explicitly clear. she knew that. how lucky was she that she had such wonderful people in her life that would help her out. a lot of women didn't and she did. it wasn't lost on her. however, she wanted to prove to herself that she was capable of doing something by herself. that she didn't need to depend on help all the time. and if that meant dealing with a colicky baby in the dead of night on her own, then well. logan wanted them to be a family in london. london, who the hell did she have in london? no one. her support system was here. he was still in love with her, but she was in love with jess. someone she knew she could count on wholeheartedly. not that she would ever tell jess that though, that she was in love with him. there was bigger issues at hand than who rory gilmore had feelings for. the sound of a knock at her door snapping her out of her train of thought. the baby in her arms still visibly upset as she made her way to the door, a hand moving to open the door. her heart picking up at the sight of him. it always did that when she saw him. "hi, thank you so much for coming," the brunette offered an apologetic smile as she moved out of the way to let him in out of the crisp february cold. she's about to apologize again for calling so late, but remembers he hates when she does that. it's out of habit. "poor baby's just very colicky and i'm kind of losing my mind at moment," she explained, her attention tuning back to her son for a moment. "look, honey, it's jess," rory cooed to the infant who immediately took interest in the man, "we love jess, don't we?" the baby, definitely just the baby.

[jfcjess]

there was a distinct chill that fell over the outskirts of the small town of stars hollow. ribbons of thick fog looped around pockets in the atmosphere, nearly kissing the ground. the dark, navy blue sky met with the distilled bright light of a full moon. in the dead of night, there was little of a whisper that caught wind of the surrounding buildings that had been built way before the man’s time. there jess mariano laid. resting — if one could even call it so — in the same position he started in. he was embraced by the soft and comforting touch of thin, ivory bed linens while the hours melted idly by. a heavy exhausted exhale slipped through tight borders, stubble lined lips pursing into a thin, expressionless line. silence was golden, some might say. in the confines of his trackless mind it was a recipe for aimless rumination. thankfully, an abridged whine of his ringtone scattered through the air like mist, awakening him fully to the sights and sounds of what he was about to press ACCEPT to. golden irises travelled to the screen of his cell phone, the name rory gilmore streaked across it. “rory?” he hushed out, his free palm rubbing the sleep out of the inner corners of his orbs. background noise was filled with an infant’s cries, immediately perking the man up while attempting to to decipher the desperation of his ex girlfriend’s tone.

she in fact needn’t say another word before the raven haired male understood the situation. “hey, hey no. don’t go apologizing. i’ll be there in twenty minutes,” he drifted, blurring himself as he plucked any pair of shoes he could find, shuffling through his half shelled closet to slip his leather jacket over his shoulders. trotting down the stairs, the man clutched his keys in one hand while jetting himself out the door. while jess wasn’t logan’s biggest fan, it felt wrong to express any sort of disparaging off the cuff insult at a time as this. though the thoughts never transpired into actual words, the most he could muster was as much support to rory as he could. finally pulling into the gilmore house driveway, jess pulsed a ring cladded rotund hand through his tussled mop of hair. emerging out of the vehicle and onto the front porch, a balled fist racked on the door, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he was bottling up as a brisk cloud of air could be seen as evidence of his breath in the cold. awaiting with patience, both hands then stuck themselves into each pocket of his jeans, his weight shifting and rolling to the balls of his feet.

She couldn’t remember what sleep felt like. At this point, her eyes burned beyond belief. Lucas Huntzberger-Gilmore was two months old and a few things were evident: he hated sleeping and he didn’t like his mom. He loved everyone that held him: his grandma Lorelai, his grandpa Luke, his dad, Sookie, hell even Jess. He was a calm, collected, baby. Except when it came to her. Her mom had stayed over for awhile at first, but ultimately, Rory wanted to learn how to do things herself. What kind of mother would she be if she couldn’t take care of her own baby? Logan, well, Logan was a million miles away in London on a work thing. They weren’t together and honestly, maybe that was for the best. She knew how much he loved her. Yet, she couldn’t say the same thing about him. It was a more of ‘you’re the father of my baby and I’ll always love you, but not in that way.’ type of love. The person who she truly loved was someone who she wasn’t even sure she could have. Her and Jess had always had such a complicated relationship. The timing was never right. It was almost as if the universe knew they weren’t meant for each other. Especially right now when she just had a baby. Who would truly want to date someone with a baby? She could never ask that of anyone. However, Jess wasn’t just anyone. In the time of her struggles with Logan during her pregnancy, he had been a shoulder to lean on. Someone who knew her better than she could ever know herself. Except things were different. So, so different. 

3:33am. Baby Luke had officially been crying for a little over six hours. At this point, Rory didn’t even know what was wrong. He had fallen asleep every once in awhile, but only for a few minutes before he got upset again. If she didn’t know any better, she thought she’d be crying at any second. She was so exhausted. “I’m sorry, bubs. Mommy’s trying.” She cooed at the baby in her arms as she paced around the nursery. Her grandmother had told her she had a pushing gift for her. And of course nothing Emily Gilmore did was ever boring. So crazily enough, now Rory had her own house in Stars Hollow. The brunette let out a long sigh as she scrolled through her phone. She didn’t like admitting it very often, but she couldn’t do it on her own. Coming across Jess’ contact, she paused. She couldn’t call him to come over and help. This wasn’t his responsibility and yet… the woman still pressed the CALL button. “Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up.” Rory mumbled as she waited. This was ridiculous. What was even she doing? This felt like such a  selfish act on her part, but right now Jess was the only person who could possibly make it any better. Then, there was a voice on the other line. “H-hey, Jess.” She couldn’t help but stumble on her words. “You’re were sleeping, weren’t you? I’m sorry… Just… Luke’s been crying for six hours and I-I can’t figure out what’s wrong and I just really need help.”