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Rory's Eighteen Birthday Wishes	By : MTLandLL Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 29317 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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"Sweet eighteen and never been…" sang Lorelai Gilmore as threw herself on the bed like it was a trampoline and it was her Eighteenth Birthday, not her daughter’s. The bed groaned as she landed; Rory sympathised - she knew exactly how it felt. She opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock sitting beside her bed. On seeing the display hadn’t yet flashed onto six she closed it again. She vaguely remembered there being a rule in the Gilmore house about no talking before nine or at least two mugs of strong coffee.
Unfortunately today was one of the day that Lorelai was so full of the joys of life that she forgot she had a serious caffeine addiction. She leant over her daughter and pulled open one of Rory’s eyelids, if the teen hadn’t been woken by the charge of the she-elephant trying to pry open her eyes would have woken her. Weakly Rory batted at her Mom’s hand; "Stop, too early…"
"You are awake," Lorelai said as if she was confirming a hotel reservation to a particularly slow Japanese tourist.
"Mmmmn", replied Rory in a tone that suggested she wasn’t convinced by her Mom’s word. To emphasise the fact it was way too early she pulled her covers closer to her chin. This didn’t seem to make any difference to Lorelai…
"Sweet eighteen and never been…." Lorelai sang again. She paused and repeated in a more normal tone, "Sweet eighteen and never been, well you’ve been kissed, so it can’t be that… I know sweet eighteen and never been got up by the Stars Hollow Brass Band!"
That woke Rory like her Mom had just plugged her into the mains. She sat straight upwards, the bedding falling down to her waist.
"You haven’t booked them? Have you?" she shrieked in panic, looking round the room to make sure they weren’t about to tumble out of her closet serenading her with a collection of show tunes.
"Er, no," said Lorelai looking down at her daughter’s chest, "That would be cruel. Though it’s lucky I didn’t as the boys would be swallowing their trombones with the eye-full you’re giving them."
Reaching up Rory quickly covered her naked titties, blushing furiously. They weren’t a bad pair and Rory was quite proud about how well they were developing. It was just that compared to her Mom’s… well her cleavage still had a way to go; "It was warm last night - I took off my top. I didn’t know I was going to have morning company…"
There was a cluck like a mother hen from Lorelai, "I always come in on your birthday. Anyway I wouldn’t worry I’ve seen them before…"
"You have?" Rory squashed her arms tighter over her titties, so hard indeed that they almost popped out again to get themselves some space. Rory went redder - it was bad enough that ever since she’d heard her Mom in the shower she been thinking about her - it would be too embarrassing for words to find that her Mom had been spying on her as well.
"Sure," replied Lorelai with a smile, "It only seems like yesterday that I was buying that first bra and you were proudly parading round the kitchen. They’ve grown since then."
"Oh," said Rory, she wasn’t sure whether she was relieved or not. She started to reach for her nightie, at the end of the bed. It was just beyond her reach; she leaned forward.
Lorelai was quicker, the young Milf very seldom could resist a bit of mischief. She rolled forward and grabbed the cotton nightshirt. Jumping up Lorelai paraded her trophy like she had just braved the wilds of the mountains for it, "I’ve got Rory’s nightie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah."
The teen struggled forward to get it, harder than it looked as she was trying to cover her nudity at the same time as chase her Mom. It was no surprise that she failed, ending with a sheet wrapped round herself and facedown on the floor, with Lorelai on the other side of the room waving the nightdress round her head like a lasso, "Still got Rory’s nightie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah."
"Give it back," squeaked Rory, trying to disentangle herself without flashing her slit at her Mom. She gave a further plaintive cry, "It’s my birthday."
"Whoops," laughed Lorelai as she threw the nightie out the window. By the time Rory had picked herself up, wrapped her sheet round herself like a toga and hopped over to the window the nightdress was flapping merrily on a tree branch. She turned to look at her Mom, trying to give her a stern look, which was made next to impossible by Lorelai’s look of comical innocence. The Milf shrugged and smiled, "Whoops?"
"I’ll whoops you," grumbled Rory and sat on the edge of her bed, "So have you anything to say?"
"What like, I’m sorry that I threw your night dress out the window?" Lorelai grinned teasingly, "Or was it something like now you’ve seen mine I want to see yours."
"Mom," blushed Rory as her Mom pulled up her jogging top and waved her tits at her daughter like she was a drunk co-ed on Spring Break. The teen averted her eyes, but not so far that she couldn’t see her Mom’s tits juggling in the periphery of her vision.
Luckily for Rory’s heart-rate, if not for the vivid dreams she was likely to have, her Mom only flashed for a few moments before pulling down her top. The Milf grinned and waited for Rory to look up again before speaking again, "Happy Eighteenth, Rory."
"Thanks," Rory smiled back. It was hard to believe that eighteen years ago her Mom had been pushing out a tiny Rory Gilmore - she weathered the years well and looked even younger than her thirty-four years, more like an older sister or girlfriend than a Mom; "So what have you got me?"
"I tried to get you out of Grandma’s on Friday - that’s got to be worth something," replied Lorelai.
"Oh," replied Rory, "Did you succeed?"
Lorelai shook her head, "No Emily Gilmore was more insistent than ever. I tried I really tried, but she’s laid on a full bash for Friday. All presents to be opened then - no exceptions. Expect something good from Prince William and I think the Bangles have cancelled their tour dates so they can play for you."
"You’re kidding, right?" Rory was pretty sure her Mom was, seriousness was not a trait notably strong within her. At the same time her Grandma could sometimes go over the top in spoiling her.
"I’m kidding," confirmed Lorelai, "Well apart from the no presents to Friday. Your Grandma wants everything opened in her presence; after three hours on the phone I lost the will to argue it any longer."
"Oh," replied Rory. It was disappointing, it wasn’t that she expected much, but on her eighteenth she had at least expected a CD to open, even if the main present had to wait a few days.
As if sensing her daughter’s disappointment Lorelai continued, "But whilst I can’t give you a present to open I can still give you a special present."
"You can?" asked a confused Rory.
"Eighteen wishes for eighteen years," said Lorelai, "All to be used before midnight tonight. If they are in my power I’ll grant them, so no wishing that Pizza is suddenly discovered to have slimming properties or that Paris lightens up - I can’t do miracles."
"Okay," grinned Rory. It sounded like a fun idea and, depending on the wishes, it might make her birthday a much more memorable experience that the new P J Harvey album. In fact if her Mom was true to her word it might allow Rory to fulfil a dream that had being starting to dominate her nights.
As her daughter became lost to a thoughtful silence an impatient Lorelai sighed and said, "Come on Rory, there must be something you want which I can give you."
There was, but even as her mind whirred with possibilities of how to get that one thing she wanted more than almost anything else, there was one thing Rory wanted even more, which at least made her first wish easy...
Wish 1
"I wish, you will always love me. Promise me, promise me you'll always love me no matter what." Rory said softly
"Ooh let me think about that one," teased Lorelai, "I did say I can’t do miracles."
Rory gave a false pout, "Think carefully, your own birthday is coming up and you know how much Grandma likes a party. A few words…"
Lorelai laughed, "Okay - I love you for now and forever. When you’re old and grey with lots of little Lorelai mark fives running around your knees, I’ll be in the old folks home with you, telling my great-great grandchildren how much I love my little girl."
Rory smiled, but there was a brief instant when it faulted and she looked like she was away somewhere else. It was such a swift, there and gone moment, most people wouldn't have noticed. But Moms have a way of noticing these things; it worried her because it wasn't the first time she had seen that brief look cross her daughter's face. It had been happening a lot lately and understandably had Lorelai worried, but just like all the other times she opened her mouth to try and ask what was wrong she found herself interrupted...
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