I wanted to come up with something a little different. This takes place in the future. I don't own the Gilmore Girls or anything associated with them. I hope you all enjoy the story.
Saying Yes.
The plane cut through the sky. Rory Gilmore stared at the man standing next to her seat. The stewardess stared at them from the front of the cabin. Rory reached up, pulling him down next to her.
"Still can't resist me." The man whispered, his trademark smirk appearing.
"Don't want to get in trouble." She whispered back, nodding towards the front of the cabin.
Tristen looked up, seeing that the stewardess had disappeared behind the curtain. He turned back to Rory.
"So…Rory Gilmore. How long has it been."
"Nine years." She whispered
"So what have you been doing?"
Before Rory could answer, a little voice said
"Mommy I'm done."
Tristen looked down to see a little girl standing next to his seat. Smiling, he leaned down and said
"And who might you be?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
Tristen smiled at the girl.
"I'm Tristen, a friend of your mommy's." he said
The girl looked at Rory. When she nodded, the girl said
"Lori Gilmore."
Tristen smiled, the turned back to Rory.
"Another Gilmore girl carried on the tradition."
"Come here Lori."
The girl looked at Tristen. He reached down, picked Lori up and handed her to Rory. The girl snuggled into her mothers arms, her eyes closing. Soon, she was sound asleep.
"So how old is she?"
"Six, next week." Rory whispered, stroking her daughters brown hair.
"She's beautiful, just like her mother." He said, "Is she…Who is…"
"Its not Dean." She said, "We split up in high school"
"So who is her father."
"Jared, a guy I met, my freshman year at Harvard." She said, "We stayed together until Lori was born. I think we tried to convince ourselves that Lori would keep us together but it didn't work."
"Do you ever…"
"No, that would mean that I regret having Lori and I could never do that."
A stewardess walked by, stopping next to them. She leaned down and said
"We are going to be landing soon."
Tristen nodded, standing up. As he stepped aside, Rory eased Lori into her seat. He helped her fasten the seatbelt, the stood up. His eyes met Rory's again. He pulled a card out of his pocket and scribbled something on it. As he handed it to Rory, he said
"Call me sometime. If we can't think of anything else to do, we could always get married."
Rory looked up, but he was gone. She stood slowly, looking around the plane but didn't see him anywhere.
"Miss I need you to take your seat."
Rory nodded, sitting down. She fastened her seatbelt and looked at the card. The name of a law firm was embossed on the front of the card. His name was printed underneath the name of the firm. She ran her finger over the letters of his name. Turning the card over, she read what he wrote.
"555-4289. Call me anytime."
Rory smiled as she slipped the card in her pocket. She looked over at Lori and brushed her hair back.
"We're almost home." She whispered
