Working it Out

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He never thought they'd work it out.

He was so sure every moment they fought he would say something wrong and make her realise he wasn't worth the trouble. He would push her and she'd push him and they'd both leave the room unexpectedly and come back later with apologies on their lips.

Living together made it hard. They went from an occasional sleepover to apartment hunting to then being right there all the time which they struggled with.

She mumbled in her sleep. He twitched. Sometimes he'd wake up with nightmares and wouldn't know where he was but then he'd remember and pull her close.

She hated some of his mannerisms. He knew it and she knew it. How he'd leave the coffee pot out and how he'd stop talking midsentence to scribble something down on paper.

He hated some things she did too. Like how she'd tidy up his notebooks or readjust the bookshelf. How she'd not listen to a word he said if she was reading. How she'd read over his shoulder when he was writing.

They drove each other crazy and up the wall and barmy.

But they loved each other.

He knew he loved her. He knew because he'd write her secret letters some days and hide them in the coffee pot or in her books. He knew because he began to drink coffee the way she did because he knew she'd never change. He knew because the two pregnancy scares did not scare him as much as it did her.

He knew she loved him. By the way her eyes looked at him in wonder after a night of passion. How she'd stopped eating Indian because he hated it. She knew it in the way she jumped into his arms when Luke and Lorelai got engaged and then when she got a baby brother.

He knew they loved each other and so when it felt tough he went through that list.

Jess loves Rory.

Rory loves Jess.

When they got close to breaking up Luke reminded them of why they were together.

"You guys are like magnets," he'd bark. "If you don't work this out, I'll glue you together."

And he knew Luke was right. He never thought he'd see her again after Truncheon. But he did. He was that author she interviewed for her paper.

He remembered the shock of walking into that office that read L. Gilmore, and her shock too. J. Mariano hadn't been mentioned; it'd only been 'A New and Upcoming Author'.

He remembered her words from that day.

"Jess. I'm not with him."

"No?"

"No. Not after . . . everything."

Jess had nodded and texted her later to organise dinner.

The rest, as they say, is history.

They'd yelled, they'd kissed, they'd laughed and they'd cried but they were together.

And when he gave her that ring, he knew they'd continue to work it out.

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