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Through a Goliath War and a reckless journey across America, a war-torn family reunites to defeat the armies that tried to break them.

Heads up: descriptive violence, human experimentation, brief sex and torture mentions, warfare, and cursing are included in this novel.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

New chapters every Thursday!!! If you’re a fan of giant/tiny stories, you’re gonna love Son of Lorelai.

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(Parental g/t flufffff!!! Lorelai's constantly wondering if she's feeding her tiny toddler enough. So today's mission? Don't let Jackson starve :3)

He’s a very messy eater, if he even eats at all.

Lorelai lifted her food-smathered fingertip to him, hoping hunger would finally win him over. Jackson, the young toddler he was, took a moment to examine it, swat at it, and… scream at it.

Then, he just turned away.

Lorelai raised an eyebrow.

I mean, Goliaths can go days without eating, but jeez…

This is just HARDCORE for such a lil guy.

“H-hey…” She grumbled. “You haven’t eaten in a while, baby.”

Jackson huffed and hunched over his back. “Don’t want huckleberries.”

“C’mon…” Lorelai moaned, nudging him with her finger. You couldn’t get enough of these last week- I still have the stains to prove it.”

Jackson let out another shriek and started rolling around in the grass. “NO, NO, NO!”

...I'm not falling for this. He HAS to be hungry, even if he’s acting petty.

I have to feed him something…

“Alright, fine.” Since you don’t want the berries that I spent AN HOUR SMASHING AGAINST ROCKS… “What do you want? Fish? Bitterroot? Hazelnuts! I know you like those… right?”

Jackson shook his head, and continued to roll around in the grass.

“Will you like them today?” Lorelai whimpered.

“NO!” Jackson shouted. “Okay, then what DO you want?” She asked, wiping the huckleberry mash off her finger. Jackson’s head perked up. “MEATSTICK!” He chirped, waving around his arms.

“We don’t have a bunch of those left, baby-” “AHHHHH!” Another agonizing scream came out of his little lungs. Lorelai flinched- that cry was a little louder than the others.

He's SERIOUS about this, isn't he?

“MEATSTICK…?” Jackson whined, his eyes welling up with tears. “MEATSTICK, MAMA?”

Lorelai sighed.

He can go longer. I know that. But that's not the problem... The problem is when he refuses to eat anything.

Well, almost anything...

“If you’ll actually eat it-” She muttered.

“YEAH!” Jackson cheered, running around in circles with his hands waving around. “MEATSTICK, MEATSTICK, MEATSTICK!”

“One meatstick.” She said. “Then we try real food again. Got that?”

Jackson paused, a smirk on his face. “Um… no.”

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Hundreds of raindrops rolled off her back, but Lorelai didn’t budge.

She hadn’t flinched since Jackson left her in Chicago. Thunder roared over the city as the rebels guarded her at a respectable distance. But even they were unsure when Lorelai would get up.

Or if she even would.

She’d never let herself be so vulnerable in her life, but she couldn’t help it. Massive tears poured out her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. Her whimpers could be heard throughout Chicago. In between her sadness, Lorelai felt embarrassed- she was constantly in the nation’s spotlight, but at least she tried to hide her tears. But not this time.

Her grief was too heavy for her to do anything.

Jackson… She bit her lip while staring at the wet street, as if he were still there. He doesn’t hate me… but I lost him anyway? Another tear rolled down her cheek, and a small, radio-static like noise came out her mouth. “I don’t want to be alone…” She shuddered.

Yet, the citizens of Chicago still moved on. Traffic didn’t stop- even though Lorelai was a huge roadblock, the vehicles just took another route. People were still darting down the sidewalk back to their apartments or bolting off to work.

Still, she always had her admirers- even the youngsters. Walking down the sidewalk were some curious children that weren’t afraid of her. They’d read the comics. They’d seen her on tv. 

And they were appreciative.

After the rebels made sure they didn’t pose a threat to Lorelai, the kids crept toward her. And once they were right next to Lorelai’s hands- close enough for her to squash the children immediately if she wanted, they placed something.

Lanterns.

Lorelai’s teary eyes glanced at the warm, miniscule lanterns as they touched her skin. Then she saw the children. They looked up at her, and smiled. Gave thumbs ups. Waved slowly. A few of the older ones even saluted.

Every child reminded Lorelai of her own.

Then the littlest one approached. He was around five, wearing a coat that was too big for him, and had freckles all over his face. He had no lantern.

He placed a rebel patch on top of Lorelai’s thumb.

“What comes from the ashes.” He quoted the meaning of the patch as he looked up at Lorelai.

Lorelai wished she could smile back. Or even nod. But all she could do was continue to tremble. Her sniffles grew louder as she looked at the patch.

I’m the one who made the quote.

Am I turning my back on it now… How am I supposed to rise up from this?

Eventually the children left, and things went back to being dreary. As cars honked and the birds flew away from the storm, Lorelai listened to all the city noises. Through the hollering sirens, jackhammers, and barking dogs, a young man made himself known. And he wasn’t just shouting anything.

He was calling out for Lorelai’s son.

“JACKSON!!!” A limbing blondie shouted from the sidewalk. “JACKSON!!!” He called out again, forcing his way through the crowds. “JACKSON, WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Just as he paused, even though it was just for a second, someone knocked into him.

He fell to the sidewalk- and wailed as soon as his injured leg touched the ground. Lorelai watched him as he struggled to get up, and soon enough, he turned to her.

He looked up- and he saw her face.

“L- Lore….”

His eyes grew wide, and he forced himself to stand, even though it took everything he had in him. 

And he approached her.

The rebels saw a rebel patch stitched onto his sleeve, and let him pass. Once close enough to Lorelai, he immediately knelt down and bowed. Even if it killed him, he was determined to show his respect for the leader of the rebels.

Lorelai wiped away her tears, then tried to face him. “...how do you know my son?”

his eyes darted up. “I protected him on his journey…” 

Protected him…? 

His words were barely audible for a human, but Lorelai heard him. “I stayed with him for as long as I could, but while fighting military soldiers on a rebel train, they dragged me to the ground. I- I haven’t seen him since.”

The rebel’s entire body was shaking. Had he not just failed to protect Jackson, but had he even let down his mother? The rebels' beacon of hope? The modern symbol of freedom?

The reason he was breathing right now and not being crushed?

“...I’m looking for him…” He muttered, his eyes growing wet as Lorelai looked into them. “Have you seen Jackson?” He whimpered.

Lorelai hushed for a moment. I can’t believe someone was looking over my son this entire time… why him, and none of the other rebels? What moved him? What made him see that my son is the most important thing to me in the world?

Whatever it might’ve been, he’s the reason my son wasn’t killed.

“...He left.” Lorelai's voice was heavy and low, but a spark of gratitude flashed into her eyes like the lighting above. To the rebel, Lorelai was his leader. She had to stay strong enough to at least keep saying things back to him. He had risked his life, over and over, for a kid that didn’t even belong to him.

And his eyes were even welling with tears over the fact that he, too, lost Jackson.

“What’s your name?”

He sucked in his breath, then spoke again. “Kenny Severide.”

“Kenny…” Lorelai’s breath shook him as she whispered the name again. Why does it feel like I remember that name…?

“You’ve met me before, ma'am. You visited my uncle's ranch in Buffalo, Wyoming, in the dead of night. You lifted me in the palm of your hand, and asked me to point to where Lincoln, Montana was.” Kenny trembled.

…He’s that same boy… Lorelai knew he was telling the truth, since she had never told anyone else about that. Only he would’ve remembered meeting her.

“...thank you for protecting my son.” Lorelai said gently. A small tear rolled down Kenny’s cheek. “But I lost him…” His voice cracked. “I let him down… I let you down…” His face drooped.  

“I’m sorry…” He whimpered. “...Please forgive me.”

“You did the best you could.” Lorelai's voice was lighter- as light as she could manage to make it without crying like the small rebel. She had done her best to protect Jackson too.

Did we both fail?

Lorelai breathed in deeply, wanting to think so. But, she couldn’t allow herself to.

“But he's beginning to make his own choices now…” She sighed.

“...tell me, ma’am… please…” Kenny’s head slowly rose back up to the giant. “Was I actually of any service to your family? Did you reach Montana?”

Lorelai nodded. “I did. I went there searching for my ex, but me and Jackson ended up building a life there.” Kenny slowly wiped his face. “Seven years of safety and happiness… getting to watch my baby boy grow up…” Lorelai sniffled. Why did all of that have to be ruined…? Why can’t I have my baby back? WHY?

“...Did Jackson find his father?” Kenny asked. Lorelai stayed quiet for a moment.

 “I don’t know.”

“...h-he’ll come back to you ma’am.” Kenny dared to say these fragile words on Jackson’s behalf. “I’ve seen it in his eyes. The way he shoots his pistol. He’s not just fighting to see his father- he’s fighting to stay alive long enough so he can make it back to you.”

“He doesn’t just love you, ma’am…” Kenny sighed. “He wants to make you proud.”

Lorelai was still- but her mind was cold and foggy. I am proud of him. SO PROUD. I-I know he looks up to me… but I’ve never wanted him to become what I am. A giant- no, a… “monster”.

But he’s no monster. He’s everything that I raised him to be- and SO MUCH MORE.

Her eyes twitched.

Do I tell him that enough? Do I tell him that I’m proud of him?

That no matter his size, strength, or anything in between, he’s still my son?

There was a silence between the human and the giant. They both looked at one another, with an understanding for each other. How could a human understand that a giant had emotions? And how could a giant comprehend that a human wasn’t just a squirmy plaything?

It wasn’t like Lorelai had forgotten to be human, and Kenny never forgot that Lorelai used to be human. In a way, she was still human. 

And like all human mothers, Lorelai had made mistakes.

She acknowledged that now.

“...Kenny?” She mumbled. He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve fought hard enough.” “B-but-” “You’re on death’s door, rebel.” She glanced at Kenny’s leg. And after denying it for so long, he finally had to realize it. He was in no shape to keep going.

He nodded- accepting it at last.

Lorelai, after days of not moving an inch, got up on one knee. She shook the raindrops from her soaked hair like a goddess. Everyone stopped to look up at her. 

Those who expected rage from her only saw grace.

Lorelai offered her hand out to Kenny. Gently, she began to say, “Let’s get you to a hospital-”

Suddenly there was an eerie static noise that came from every screen. With all of the civilian devices combined, they were loud enough to break through the storm. Lorelai froze, her eyes darting around to all the tiny people holding their phones in dismay- they all had the same problem. Kenny began to look, just as they broke into an outrage of complaints.

“W-what’s going on?”

“WHY THE HELL IS MY VIDEO NOT PLAYING?!”

“DAMN IT! I was listening to my podcast…”

“I WAS WATCHING THE NEWS COVERAGE ON THE GIANT! WHAT THE HECK?”

“Bro, she’s right there-”

“I KNOW, BUT I’M TRYING TO GIVE HER SPACE-”

“She’s RIGHT THERE- SHOW SOME DAMN RESPECT-”

“MAYBE I WILL WHEN MY MOTHERFUCKIN PHONE TURNS BACK TO THE NEWS!”

Some fights were breaking out as well.

Lorelai hadn’t used a phone in years, but whatever was going on had to be more important than news coverage of her- and she was the most important thing in the country. I need to know what’s happening…

“Kenny, do you have a phone?” Lorelai scooped him into her hand with careful precision. Kenny was starstruck- it wasn’t every day that you get to sit in the hand of a giant war hero. He just stared at her for a few seconds, then blurted out- “No… I’m sorry, ma’am.”

Okay… maybe one of the rebels guarding me has a phone- wait a second, what AM I THINKING?! I can’t see anything on that tiny screen! My eyesight is sharp but… not that sharp.

She looked down at the rebels. They have to be more familiar with the area than Kenny- “REBELS.” All the rebels standing guard immediately turned to their leader. “WHERE CAN I FIND A BIG SCREEN IN THIS CITY?”

The rebels brainstormed and butted heads for a moment.

“CROWN FOUNTAIN, MA’AM!” One of them shouted. “GO DOWN THE STREET AND ACROSS THE DUSABLE BRIDGE!”

Lorelai stood up and bolted toward the bridge, gripping Kenny a bit tighter to make sure he didn’t fall. But he was screaming at her every step- Kenny wasn’t used to moving THIS fast. In fact, he felt like he needed to throw up.

Cars veered away from Lorelai, forging a clear path for her to stomp craters into instead of trampling everyone in her way. She nodded to them, appreciative of the gesture.

The static crackled even louder as rain fell onto her face. Even if they couldn’t do a live broadcast, news reporters and cameramen recorded the giant as she raced down the street. Families watched from the skyscrapers, astonished and excited that she was moving again.

And then there was the bridge.

The sloshing waves of the Chicago River raged underneath the double decker bridge. The bottom carried vehicles. The top allowed people to cross, most of them running off the flag-bearing bridge to keep out Lorelai’s way.

Lorelai slowed down.

If that bridge crushes underneath my weight, I take hundreds down with me.

Then she sped up- building up enough momentum for something massive. The people on the bridge dropped their phones and screamed. Cars honked as loudly as they could, begging for traffic to go faster so they could outrun the giant. Kenny gripped Lorelai’s finger, praying he wouldn’t slip out her hand and fall to his doom.

A second later, she jumped.

Lorelai soared over the bridge in a crisp, breathtaking motion. Everyone froze except for Kenny- who was still terrified. They gripped their kids. Their hearts raced. But they didn’t dare close their eyes.

Lorelai landed on the other side of the bridge, her feet punching a huge crater into the street. She took a slight glance back at Kenny. He was still clenching onto her, but other than his leg, he wasn’t injured. Then she looked behind her. “Good.” She panted, seeing that the bridge was still intact and she hadn’t crushed anybody.

“Everyone’s still alive.”

Moments later, Lorelai reached Crown Fountain, where two glass brick towers stood over hundreds of tourists. Normally, video images of Chicago residents would be displayed on the towers, and water would squirt out from their lips. But now, they were glitchy and packed with static, just like all the other screens.

Yep. Lorelai sighed, kneeling next to one of the fountains. That’s big enough.

“Kenny, you can look now.” Lorelai said calmly. Kenny flinched a little, then carefully peered out of Lorelai’s hand. “There ya go.” She smiled. Then everyone at Crown Fountain watched the screen quietly.

After a few more minutes, the screen showed one of the most horrible sights in decades. It could be slapped onto propaganda. It could be on the front page news. But it was etched into Lorelai’s head forever.

J-JACKSON?!

She saw her son, but in chains. A muzzle locked around his mouth. And a serum about to be injected into his body.

Lorelai trembled as she watched him struggle to get away. He tried to scream, but it did no good. Then a bright light flashed right in his face, making his pupils shrink.

This wasn’t just an exclusive message. Hatchford was allowing the entire nation to observe Jackson like a specimen. But Chicago wasn’t too happy. Kenny, the civilians, and all the rebels who’d followed along were shouting at the top of their lungs.

This is my fault… Lorelai growled. I shouldn’t have been trying to stop him from leaving… I should have done what he asked… I SHOULD HAVE WENT WITH HIM.

I could have protected him… I could have supported him.

Everyone had gone quiet when they saw Lorelai’s infuriated face. But she wasn’t going to hide her fury… not until Jackson was back in her hands. She was ready to destroy Hatchford’s little corpse, and he hadn’t even said a word yet.

And she only got angrier when he started speaking.

“Citizens of America, I have captured the offspring of my creation, the original Goliath. Inside this impenetrable cell lies the one and only, Son of Lorelai.” Hatchford paused for a moment, as if he wanted that to seep into everyone watching. It was a smack in the face to President Charles Redding. It eased those who lacked faith in Hatchford’s control over Lorelai. And for giant haters… well, it just made them feel good.

To Lorelai, it was a threat.

“Lorelai, if you do not willingly return to Goliath Program Facility, I will have your son injected with a new Goliath Serum called GS189. It does not enhance. It controls.”

Lorelai flinched at that word. 

Control…

“And I will force your son to become my American superweapon. Even if it kills him-”

“NO.”

The civilians stepped away from Lorelai as she rose. Her silhouette towered above Crown Fountain. She was growing- almost as quickly as the rain fell from the sky. Kenny could feel her Goliath Cells generating underneath her skin- it felt unnatural. For a mere second, he wasn’t scared for himself, but for her.

It was painful, but she was used to it. She was used to all the suffering Hatchford had put her through, but-

“HE DOESN’T GET TO DO THAT TO JACKSON.”

When she marched back off into the city, she kept her word. Immediately, she rushed to find Kenny a hospital, and did so in a few minutes. Lorelai darted over to the emergency drive-thru area, and lowered Kenny’s body to a few nurses- but every doctor had come outside just to get a look at her. 

“Be careful with him.” Lorelai warned. “WAIT! MA’AM!” Kenny looked back to Lorelai. “ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO THE FACILITY?”

“YES.” She growled. Kenny gulped. “Are you going to bring the rebels with you?” Lorelai hesitated for a second. “He doesn’t want rebels.” She huffed.

“He wants ME.”

And with those final words, she stormed out of the city.

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(PARENTAL G/T FLUFF!!! Lil Jackson encountered a creature! Is it a coyote? A grizzly bear? OH GOD, IS IT BIGFOOT- LORELAI, YOU BETTER GO GET YOUR BABY)

It couldn’t wait.

“MAMA!”

Lorelai was running at full speed.

“HURRY!”

Jackson was panicking.

“COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!”

Eventually, Lorelai reached her tiny child, ready to scoop him away from the danger- “LOOK AT IT, MAMA! LOOK AT IT!” Jackson was pointing at a yellow-and-black butterfly. 

A… a butterfly? 

Lorelai took a deep breath, thankful that it wasn’t anything deadly. She crouched down and glanced at the delicate, small creature.

“It’s pretty…” Lorelai slowly smiled. She didn’t give herself enough time to enjoy the beautiful things in life. “IT'S SO COOL… L-LOOK!” He squealed as it hovered over his hands. “IT LIKES ME!” 

“Okay, that’s REALLY CUTE,” She cooed. “OH, OH, AND IT'S SMALL.” Jackson pointed out. “Yeah… that’s how you look whenever I hold you in my hand.” Lorelai chuckled. “You’re a giant compared to that lil’ thing.”

Jackson grinned. He liked the idea of being like his mother.

Slowly, the butterfly began to flap away. “N-NO! COME BACK!” He whimpered, starting to chase it. Eventually, he caught the insect and closed his hands over it. But as soon as Jackson tried to get a peek, the butterfly escaped and flew off.

“MAMA, WE GOTTA GO AFTER IT!” He turned back to Lorelai. “Y-you’re not serious, right?” “COME ON! IT'S GETTING AWAY!” Jackson ran over to her leg and tugged at her jumpsuit. “COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!”

Lorelai rolled her eyes and picked Jackson up.

“We’re not going after that thing.” She lifted him to her face. “W-WHY?!” Jackson cried. “Sometimes we have to let things go, baby.” Lorelai sighed. “Seems like it's got a thing for you, though. Maybe it’ll come back.”

Jackson’s head drooped. “I- I didn’t even get to name it.”

“It’s not too late.” Lorelai pointed to the butterfly as it flapped away. “Go on.”

Jackson thought for a quick second, then blurted out a name, “Jerrywinkins.”

Lorelai raised an eyebrow. “A-are you sure?”

“Yup.”

“...Jerrywinkins, it is.”

(Parental g/t ANGST!!! @kittycat2837 asked for "platonic parental yandere". AND I AM SO HAPPY YOU DID, I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ABOUT LORELAI'S BORDER PATROLS FOR SO LONG! :3 So here ya go- this will also explain how Lorelai keeps getting all those meatsticks)

She’s the apex predator- everyone who’s come into her territory knows that.

Lorelai wrapped Jackson in an old rebel flag as he drifted off into a peaceful nap. Lorelai placed her son inside a pitch-black crack in the mountain, cushioned with a few old comforters she’d found days before his birth.

He was hidden, happy, and completely oblivious to what Lorelai was about to do.

The giant left her son to prowl around the wild. She ventured as far as she needed to, glanced behind every tree, listened carefully, just to be sure.

No one yet… but I’ve still got ground to cover. 

Lorelai was on Border Patrol. A daily routine of searching for tressapasers and killing them on the spot. She couldn’t let anyone discover her and Jackson’s location and live to tell the tale. If the military ever got hold of that info, they’d take both of them back to the Goliath Program.

The complex had three different areas: Great Bear, Bob Marshall, and Scapegoat. Each were lengthy, unique, and could be crawling with unsuspecting tourists. Luckily, Lorelai had pretty long feet and legs- she was able to search around faster than humanly possible.

An hour, maybe two, tops… Lorelai looked backwards, over the dead trees, quiet streams, and gradually melting snow. I wanna get back before he wakes up.

A few stomps across the complex later, she concluded- no one was here. Good… guess they still remember that folks who venture out here don’t come back. She sighed and started heading back to the mountain, slightly relieved she didn’t have to hurt anyone today.

When she got back to the mountain, she changed her mind.

Lorelai crouched low.

She watched the hiker as he scaled the mountain- the very same one that she’d hidden Jackson in. A wide grin stretched across his face as he began to walk up. He didn’t realize a titan was observing his every move- from how he panted to the way he shifted his hat.

That’s way too close for comfort… Lorelai held in a huge growl, then thought about how she should go about slaughtering him. Eventually, she took a ground-shaking step forward- and the hiker flinched.

Still, he continued to climb.

Until he realized the booming noises were only getting louder- and closer. “Uh…” Lorelai heard him mutter as he turned around carefully. He looked up, and immediatly fell to his knees.

Lorelai slammed a hand after his body-

“WAHHHHH!”

And froze.

The man shut his eyes, braced for the worst- but realized he wasn’t dead yet. Her palm was just inches away from crushing him.

Lorelai had stopped to look higher up the mountain. B-baby? Her face revealed a tinge of concern. The terrified hiker dared to look up, trying to figure out where the noise came from. He spotted a distant crack in the mountain- and something clicked.

“A-are you…” He stammered, and Lorelai’s gaze dropped back down to him. “Are you keeping someone hostage up there?”

W-what? NO-

“It sounds so young, almost like…” The human muttered to himself. “You stole a BABY?!” He shrieked. “He’s mine,” Lorelai growled, lowering her face closer to his tiny, fragile body. “I gave birth to him.”

“Y-yeah, RIGHT! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE MONSTER WASN’T PREGNANT BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARED.” He shouted, still trying to get away. “There’s a whole lot you don’t know about me- I can tell just by the way you call me MONSTER.” She shouted, and Jackson let out another wail.

Her eyes were flinching from Jackson to the trespasser.

“Y-YOU CAN’T BE OUT HERE ABDUCTING BABIES!” The man spoke again. “WAIT UNTIL I TELL THE MILITARY ABOUT THIS- THEY’LL TAKE YOU BACK RIGHT WHERE YOU BELONG.”

Lorelai’s voice became hauntingly low.

“Who said you get to leave?”

***

Lorelai curled her bloody fingers around Jackson. He had finally stopped crying, but so much noise still clouded Lorelai’s head.

She thought back to the night he was born. Lorelai was terrified he wouldn’t come out since he was very, VERY tiny compared to her womb. It made sense that nobody could tell she was pregnant- her stomach didn’t even have a hump.

Humans say a lot of things whenever I kill them… Lorelai’s eyes softened as she brought Jackson closer to her chest. They shout out a lot of accusations, they realize I’m the giant who escaped the Goliath Program facility… they cry. 

But I’ve never heard a human say that before.

She watched her baby’s slow, gentle breaths. Felt the way he gripped her skin, as if he wanted to melt into its warmth. At one point, his eyebrows twitched- then they relaxed again.

Lorelai’s eyes then drifted to the man’s crushed carcass. He had a backpack on him, his belongings having spilt out. Did he own anything I can use later…? She wondered, scanning over his things.

A picture of him with a middle-aged woman. Some extra pairs of warm clothes. Bug spray.

And a meatstick.

…huh.

She used her other hand to pick up the tiny object. Holding it between two pinched fingertips, she brought it up to her face.

I guess that’s one perk of Border Patrol… She thought quietly.

Folks carry around good snacks.

She glanced back at Jackson.

…I’ll give it to him when his teeth come in. For now, guess I’m stuck breastfeeding.

Her massive wail shattering windows. The city shaking at the sound of her voice. Everything about writing this chapter gave me goosebumps bro (Idk how I managed to even draw this scene, but here we are.)

Wanna get the g/t goosebumps too? Read chapter seventeen of my novel, Son of Lorelai!

Today, he gets imprisoned at the ONE PLACE his mother’s tried to keep him out of for years.

Once you go in… you never come out the same way. And that’s if you even manage to escape.

Welcome to the Goliath Program Facility.

YEAH, YEAH, ENOUGH WITH THE DRAMA- I’M SAYING A NEW SON OF LORELAI CHAPTER DROPS TONIGHT!🔥🔥🔥