Sweet Nothings and Gilmore Girls

Tristan watched Rory as she slumbered. The dark circles under her eyes looked like faint bruises. She was curled on her side and slept like the dead. Her shoulder peeked above the covers. Tristan reached across the bed and caressed that amazing skin. She murmured softly but didn't wake up. He slid under the covers and, listening to the rain as it beat against the window, he was soon asleep.

A faint cry pierced the silence of that rainy night. Rory awoke with a start and a groan. She fell back onto the pillow and listened again. Maybe she was hearing things. She looked at Tristan, sprawled across the bed. He obviously heard nothing. She lay there quietly. The cry came again. She rolled over and enjoyed his warm skin against hers. He awoke slowly. That wonderful feeling of her breasts against his back was always welcome.

"Tristan…" she whispered

"Mnnn?" he mumbled.

"It's your turn," She added as she nipped his ear. A hearty wail now emanated from the monitor next to their bed. Tristan raised his head and looked at Rory. She still looked so exhausted!

"Okay, okay" he grumbled good-naturedly and kissed her. He got up, pulled on his sweats and headed into the other room. Rory lay there, listening to Tristan whispering to the crying baby.

"Shhhh baby girl. What is all this noise about sweetheart?" he crooned as he picked up his daughter. She immediately stopped crying and burbled happily.

"Typical girl move around Tristan." Rory thought with a mental chuckle, and then she dropped into deep sleep.

She woke up to an empty bed. The rain still pelted the windows, but she knew it was morning. She brushed the hair from her eyes and looked around the bedroom. Tristan's side of the bed was cold. She got up and pulled on her robe then silently headed for the kitchen. She returned to the baby's room with the warmed bottle in her pocket and stopped at the doorway. Rory drank in the sight of Tristan sound asleep in the chair with their daughter asleep on his chest. The baby began to squirm a little, snuffling against that warm expanse of muscle. Tristan awoke immediately. He looked up to see Rory, looking less exhausted and more beautiful than ever watching them. He smiled as the baby began to wake in earnest.

"You needed your sleep, so I decided to camp out here with Lorelei". He said with a grin.

"Maybe I should make you do this every night. She responds to that Dugrey charm just like every girl." Rory whispered and came into the room. With growing expertise, she scooped up her now alert daughter and changed her. Clean, dry and obviously hungry, Rory gave her back to Tristan. She produced the bottle from her pocket and Tristan fed his daughter again.

"The only thing saving your mother and I, my dear, is that this is not coffee. You are a true Gilmore girl. The only other people I've seen eat like this and still remain so gorgeous are your mother and your Grandmother." He crooned. Those amazing blue eyes twinkled at him as she drank. "Oh my." He whispered in awe as waves of love crashed through him. "This generation of boys is doomed. You have the same amazing eyes as your mother. If you're as smart as she is, you'll be the next president." He whispered and kissed her forehead. The baby gurgled joyfully.

Rory left Tristan to his daughter and returned to bed. She slid into the still warm bedding and drifted off to the sound of the rain and the sweet nothings being whispered to a Gilmore Girl by one Tristan Dugrey.