Still Loving You
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gilmore Girls characters otherwise I wouldn't be letting you enjoy this sequel.
A/N: PLEASE TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE....
Chapter 1: Fighting and apologizing
"Rory the team's going to New York tonight," Tristan DuGrey explained to his wife and the love of his life Rory. "You just came home yesterday though!" she protested.
"I know but I have an obligation to the team for my games Ror,"
"Aren't I more important?"
"Of course you are Rory but baseball's my job,"
"Can't you just skip one three game series?"
"It's against the Yankees, the team needs me,"
"Oh and I of course don't need you right?"
"Why don't you come with me?" Tristan suggested ignoring the previous comment. "I can't Tris you know I have work. Sometimes I swear you love baseball more than me,"
"You know that's not true Rory!"
"Prove it don't go to these away games,"
"Why should I have to prove it," he growled as he headed to the bedroom to pack. "You never seem to want to come back home Tristan. Is it me?"
"Rory that's not true I love being home with you but I can't lose my job. I love you but baseball comes first for me okay?"
"Fine," she replied coolly. "Go away see if I care you never come back!" she cried in anguish. "You don't mean that Rory,"
"I sure as hell do,"
"Fine you mean it then. I'll call you tomorrow," he walked quickly through their apartment leaving Rory sitting on the bed. As she heard the door shut she began to cry. Why had she said such mean things to him? But, he had let her.he hadn't even tried to stop their argument. "I wanted you to stay Tristan because I'm pregnant," she whispered and began crying again.
The next night Rory was working late in the office. The phone rang making her jump in surprise. "Hello?" she answered it. "I figured you'd still be working," came the smooth voice of her husband. "Oh, hi," she said quietly. "We won last night,"
"I know,"
"You were watching it?" he asked surprised she had even wanted to see him pitch. "Of course I watched you Tristan. I always watch your games,"
"I thought you were mad at me,"
"I know if you have to go to away games I just miss you that's all,"
"I miss you too,"
"Do you think you could come home early?" she asked him hopefully. "I'll be home on Saturday," he promised her. "Okay." came her reluctant reply. "Is something wrong? Because I'll come home if there is,"
"No, nothing's wrong Tristan,"
"Okay good,"
"Look, I'm really tired and I'm sure you are too so I'm going to head home,"
"Okay Rory be careful,"
"I always am,"
"Night,"
"Night," she hung up the phone before Tristan even got the chance to tell her he loved her. "I love you Rory," he whispered to the phone in his hand.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gilmore Girls characters otherwise I wouldn't be letting you enjoy this sequel.
A/N: PLEASE TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE....
Chapter 1: Fighting and apologizing
"Rory the team's going to New York tonight," Tristan DuGrey explained to his wife and the love of his life Rory. "You just came home yesterday though!" she protested.
"I know but I have an obligation to the team for my games Ror,"
"Aren't I more important?"
"Of course you are Rory but baseball's my job,"
"Can't you just skip one three game series?"
"It's against the Yankees, the team needs me,"
"Oh and I of course don't need you right?"
"Why don't you come with me?" Tristan suggested ignoring the previous comment. "I can't Tris you know I have work. Sometimes I swear you love baseball more than me,"
"You know that's not true Rory!"
"Prove it don't go to these away games,"
"Why should I have to prove it," he growled as he headed to the bedroom to pack. "You never seem to want to come back home Tristan. Is it me?"
"Rory that's not true I love being home with you but I can't lose my job. I love you but baseball comes first for me okay?"
"Fine," she replied coolly. "Go away see if I care you never come back!" she cried in anguish. "You don't mean that Rory,"
"I sure as hell do,"
"Fine you mean it then. I'll call you tomorrow," he walked quickly through their apartment leaving Rory sitting on the bed. As she heard the door shut she began to cry. Why had she said such mean things to him? But, he had let her.he hadn't even tried to stop their argument. "I wanted you to stay Tristan because I'm pregnant," she whispered and began crying again.
The next night Rory was working late in the office. The phone rang making her jump in surprise. "Hello?" she answered it. "I figured you'd still be working," came the smooth voice of her husband. "Oh, hi," she said quietly. "We won last night,"
"I know,"
"You were watching it?" he asked surprised she had even wanted to see him pitch. "Of course I watched you Tristan. I always watch your games,"
"I thought you were mad at me,"
"I know if you have to go to away games I just miss you that's all,"
"I miss you too,"
"Do you think you could come home early?" she asked him hopefully. "I'll be home on Saturday," he promised her. "Okay." came her reluctant reply. "Is something wrong? Because I'll come home if there is,"
"No, nothing's wrong Tristan,"
"Okay good,"
"Look, I'm really tired and I'm sure you are too so I'm going to head home,"
"Okay Rory be careful,"
"I always am,"
"Night,"
"Night," she hung up the phone before Tristan even got the chance to tell her he loved her. "I love you Rory," he whispered to the phone in his hand.