Chapter 1
17 years ago...
Tristin sits down in his seat asking about the new girl and says, "Looks like we've got a Mary."
2016...
While Rory and Lorelai are sitting on the steps of the town gazebo after Luke and Lorelei's wedding.
"Mom..."
"Ya?"
"I'm pregnant." They sit quiet for a minute. "Mom? Are you going to say something?"
"What do you want me to say. You were supposed to have been more responsible then this! You were supposed to be married and have a stable job. And hell, your own home!"
"I know. I don't know what happened."
"I sure the hell do. You slept with someone, and you got pregnant. It's not that difficult to figure it out."
"I know."
"Do you know who the father is?" Rory stays silent for a tad to long for Lorelai's liking. "Well?"
"Yes. For your information I do."
"Well, who is it."
"I don't want to talk about it mom."
"Fine. But I'm making you a gynaecologist appointment as soon as I even try to make it for while Luke and I are on our honeymoon if it'll make you less snippy at me."
"Thanks. And I'm not the one being snippy. I'm going back to the house. I'll see you later."
About a week later...
"Lorelai L. Gilmore," the receptionist called.
"Coming. Thank you." Rory replies.
She sits in the exam room in that stupid hospital gown, waiting for the doctor to come in.
"Msss. Gilmore?" The doctor asks as he walks into the room.
"Yea. That's me."
"So. I hear you think you might be pregnant," he says while sitting down on the stool.
"Yea... unfortunately."
"Why do you say that?"
"It wasn't planned. I'm not even with the father anymore."
"Well, how about this. I will do the ultrasound and find out if you really are pregnant. I will give you your options, you go home and think them through. And if you choose, I would recommend going over it with the father, or someone else that you believe you should confide in. Then, you can make another appointment and you can tell me what you decide to do, and I will help you which ever way you choose to go."
"That sounds good. Thank you."
"No problem. Now. Let's see how this goes."
Leaving the doctors office...
"I can't believe I'm—oooffff— watch where you're going!"
"I'm sorry ma'am. Wait. Mary?"
"Tristin?"
"Ya. I haven't seen you in what? 15 years? How have you been Mary?"
"Jeez. 17 years later and you still don't bother to learn my name. And I've been better. How about you?"
"Hey. I know your name Gilmore. I just choose to not use it," he says with a wink. "And I've been good lately. So, can I ask if you'd like to go get a coffee and catch up?"
"Umm, sure. Why not."
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"Hi. Two large coffees please." Tristin asks the barista.
"Can you make one Decaf please ma'am?" Rory replies.
"Really? What happened to 30 coffees a day just to stay alive?"
"Just, uh, trying something new."
"Oookay. Thanks ma'am."
They begin to search around for a seat, and when they couldn't find one they decided to just walk around the area for a while.
"So. If I may, why did you seem so, um, irked right before I ran into you? I heard you saying something, but I couldn't quite understand it."
"Umm, ya. Haha. Uh. I'm, uh, pregnant? With my ex's baby... haha. So um. What were you doing walking around Hartford? Last I heard you were in Boston."
"Wait, wait, wait. Pregnant? With your ex's baby? I'm gonna kill him. Who is it? Last I heard you turned down a proposal from a Huntzberger." He began to look even more enraged. "Was It him?"
"Hey. Calm down. Please. I'm fine. I swear. Please don't go killing anyone, as much as I appreciate the thought and offer."
"No. You're not fine. Who ever it was knocked you up, and now you have to deal with it on your own. You shouldn't have to."
"I know."
"What can I do."
"For what?"
"To help you. What can I do to help you through this? Wait, that's why you got decaf. You're not trying something new."
"That's not your job Tristin. I'm fine. I have my mom. And yes. I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but I don't want to hurt it."
"I know it's not. But I want to help. I want to be there for you. I want to help you with what that ass couldn't. And be there for you and help. With what ever I can. Please. It'll help me not want to kill the guy."
"Fine. Can I think about it? Now. It's ur turn to answer my question. What are you doing in Hartford. Last I heard you were in Boston."
"Ok. Thank you. And ya. So after I was in military school, I went into the navy for a few years and they paid for school. So I went to college for pre-med at Stanford, they mrs school at Harvard. I stuck around Boston for a while doing residency in psychology , and decided last year that I wanted to move back here. How come you're back here?"
"Ah. Well that makes sense. And I was doing some freelance journalism for a while, and living in New York, but about a year ago, I decided that I wasn't home enough to really be paying that much a month for my apartment considering I was home about a week a month, so I moved back home with my mom. And a few months ago I stopped freelance journalism and took over the Starshallow paper."
"Huh. And how you liking the paper?"
"It's fine. How you liking psychology?"
"In the words of you Mary, it's fine," he says with his signature smirk again.
"Ha ha. Very funny Tristin."
"So. May I ask you something?"
"That depends what it is..."
"How many weeks are you?"
"I think about 4 the doctor said."
"Wow. Congrats Rory. Can I ask you something else?"
"Thanks. And wow! You do know my name! Umm, is it more personal than that last one?"
"Kind of? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."
"Ok?"
"Would you like to go out with me sometime soon?"
"That depends what it is and when it is. I'm busy thursdays and fridays. But other then that probably."
"That's great. Thank you so much. Here's my number, call me when you need someone to talk to, or when you can go on that date. I'm sorry to have to rush off, but my shift starts soon."
"Thanks. I will. And sorry for keeping you so long. I didn't even realize what time it was."
"It's all good Mary. I hope to hear from you soon."
"See you something in the near future, DuGray."
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