Unconditional Presence
By: curlyk03
Rating: M. There is and will be sexual content.
I own nothing but the right to have an imagination.
Enjoy!
"We could get this tested, you know. I mean, I know you're relying on your memory but this is concrete evidence."
"Tristan that would cost a fortune."
"And a six billion fortune my family has."
"Six billion?" Rory asked wide-eyed.
"I don't actually know. But it sounds close."
"I mean I trust myself but it would feel better if I knew 100 percent for sure."
"Then we'll do it." She smiled and nodded, then shoved the bag in her locker and shut the door.
Two days later
"Rory!" She turned from her locker to see Tristan walking down the hallway, quickly.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I got the results back."
"Well?" she asked, biting her lip.
"The DNA was mine. It's me, for sure."
"Oh god, what would we have done if it wasn't?"
"You were thinking that too?" he asked wearily. She nodded.
"Thanks for doing this, it means a lot."
"Of course." He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. She sighed and pulled him closer, all thoughts of discretion gone. He kissed her bottom lip and pulled away. A few people gawked at them in shock. "Crap," Rory said, shielding her head. She didn't want to do that!
"I'm sorry, you just…I forgot and didn't realize I kissed you," Tristan rambled, realizing what he just did. But to his defense, she responded. Rory sighed. Up until that point, they'd been keeping their kisses secret and brief in fear of someone seeing them. People had been suspicious but they could never quite prove it. Now they knew for sure.
"It's okay."
"So, now that it's out, want to go to class?" Tristan asked, cringing. Rory rolled her eyes and walked down the hall with him.
By lunchtime, everyone was murmuring about the new gossip. Rory Gilmore and Tristan Dugrey kissing this morning. What a shock!
3 weeks later
Rory trudged into the classroom and sat down immediately resting her head on the desk. The morning sickness hit an all time high that day and not even her box of Saltines and Dr. Pepper with the occasional ginger candy were helping her.
"Gilmore, what's wrong?" She lifted her head slightly to see Paris's inquiring expression.
"It's the morning and I'm sick." Paris processed the information and cringed before walking away. Rory let her head fall back on the desk.
"Miss Gilmore, head off the desk, please," The teacher said, walking into the room. "Alright, everyone take your seats. We'll start today off with a pop quiz!" A chorus of groans immediately erupted. She ignored them and handed out the quiz. Rory took one glance at it and groaned into her hand. Her headaches were getting to her too and she had to cut back on coffee. Caffeine was apparently really bad for pregnant people.
Rory couldn't concentrate on the material in front of her and Tristan was MIA. She held her breath as the teacher walked around the classroom. Against Rory's hopes, the teacher stopped by her.
"Miss Gilmore, you haven't even written your name yet," she scolded.
"I'm not feeling to well. May I go to the nurse?" Rory blinked, taking a deep breath to keep calm.
"If I permit you to go, then I have to give you a 0 for this quiz." Rory nodded and got back to her quiz. The teacher moved on, eventually sitting at her desk. A few minutes later, the nausea became unbearable. She looked at her quiz that only had her name and date printed on it. She uneasily stood and placed it on the teacher's desk.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I can make it," Rory admitted and slowly turned around making her way to the nurse's office not even bothering with her books. She slowly rounded the corner seeing the entrance to the nurse's. She thanked the gods when she was in eyesight of a nurse.
"Hi, what can I do for you?"
"I'm…I'm not feeling—" She was interrupted by a sudden bout of nausea that sent her reeling into the nearby trashcan. The nurse looked disgusted and left just to come back holding a bottle of anti-nausea medicine. She waited patiently for Rory to finish. When she was done, she guided Rory over to a comfortable chair.
"So you're nauseas. Still?" Rory nodded and the nurse started to open the bottle.
"That won't help me," Rory said, pointing.
"I know it doesn't seem like it, but I promise that it will."
"No, it won't. I don't want it."
"Alright, well I'm going to call your mom to come pick you up then. I can't have you making everyone else sick."
"I don't really—" She was interrupted by another student. Rory couldn't see who it was because of the curtain behind her.
"Sorry, here's my note." She heard the student say.
"Mr. Dugrey, lateness is not something to be proud of."
"I'm not proud, I just had to pick up some things and I got a later start than I wanted."
"Very well, off to class."
"Wait, Tristan," Rory mumbled. The nurse looked at Rory.
"What Rory?"
"Rory's here?" Tristan asked, worried. He advanced towards the curtain and saw Rory sitting in the chair holding a vomit bag and looking incredibly pale. "Are you okay?"
"She just threw up in my trashcan. Now off to class, Mr. Dugrey."
"Can he please stay? At least until my mom gets here. Please?" The nurse looked between the two and sighed.
"Very well. I'll call your mom." The nurse turned and left for her office.
"What's wrong?" he asked, sitting on the edge of her chair.
"I feel so sick. I have a headache, I feel like my throat is on fire, my stomach's been churning all morning and after throwing up I don't feel any better." He furrowed his eyebrows and brought her into his arms.
"I'm sorry, baby. I wish I could take some of it away."
"We just had a pop quiz. I couldn't do it, I couldn't focus. I'm getting a 0 on it because I came here," she told him and he sighed, running his hand through her hair.
"Only a little longer until it fades away," he murmured into her ear. Despite her protests, Tristan stood up, pulling Rory with him. He led her to the bed and she lay down, settling her head into his lap as he pulled a Dr. Pepper out of his backpack.
"Here, see if this helps any." Rory gave him a look of relief as she quickly opened the bottle and chugged some. She screwed the cap back on and placed it next to her, peering up at him and sighing.
"Did you tell your parents?" she asked.
"Not yet. Did you tell your grandparents?"
"On Friday. They were appalled until they heard it was you and then figured I would marry you. Great for business, I hear." Tristan chuckled.
"Do you think they'll tell my parents?"
"I doubt it, this isn't something that looks great on the family. Especially since my mom was in the same position. I can ask them to be there when we tell your parents."
"We?"
Rory blushed. "Well if you want me there, of course."
"I think that's a good idea. They'd be less likely to curse you out with you standing right there. Even less likely to curse you out with your grandparents there." Rory chuckled.
"Rory, your mom is on her way. How are you feeling?"
"No different." The nurse nodded.
"Well, she said that she would like to talk to me when she gets here so if you'd like to just rest that would be fine."
"Oh, did she say what she wanted to talk to you about?"
"No, she mentioned something about a condition, but no specifics." Rory's stomach dropped but she nodded nonetheless.
"Okay. Tristan can stay, right?"
The nurse sighed and wrinkled her mouth. "Well it seems like he's keeping your mind off the nausea, but the moment your mom gets here I'm sending him back to class."
"Thank you." The nurse nodded and went to take care of a student who was waiting. The two were left in silence.
"I'm never drinking again in my life." Rory said and Tristan laughed good-naturedly.
"Same here. Although I did get myself 'in' with the girl I've been chasing for more than a year." Rory hit him gently but couldn't help the laugh that came out.
"That is so twisted, Tristan." He grinned at her. At this point, Rory wasn't so much upset anymore. She was coming to terms with her condition and with Lorelai's help trying to view this as a positive thing. After all, there wasn't too much she could do about it.
"Do you think the condition your mom wants to talk to the nurse about is the pregnancy issue?"
"That's what I'm guessing, but we never talked about it. It never even occurred to me until the nurse said something that we'd have to notify the school. I mean, it's February so I'll be showing at graduation," Rory pointed out.
"If it makes you feel better, we can just tell people that you're getting fat."
Rory smiled. "They won't fall for that. Especially since people are starting see how 'buddy-buddy' we've become."
"What will you say if someone asks?"
"That I'm carrying the devil's child."
"Oh that's good—hey!" Rory laughed. "Are you saying I'm the devil?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Tristan shook his head in mock hurt.
"Oh you're here too." They both looked up to see Paris standing there, holding Rory's book bag in her hand.
"Yeah, I just got here and saw Rory."
"It's you, isn't it?"
"It's me?"
"You're the…you know," Paris tried, not wanting to say the word. She made a movement indicating a pregnant belly.
"The dad?" Paris nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, it's good that it's you and not some idiot. You're lucky, Rory. Tristan may not seem smart, but he is. When he actually shows up to school." Paris sent a pointed look to Tristan.
"Thank you, Paris, for that indirect complisult.
"A complisult?" Paris asked, deadpanned.
"A compliment mixed with an insult." Tristan clarified, grinning. Paris rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, I just brought your books. I figured the nurse was going to send you home."
"She is, and thanks Paris."
"Yeah. Anyway I should get back to class. And perhaps you do too?" Tristan shrugged.
"I'll think about it."
"Sure you will." Paris put the book bag down and left.
"Chilton just wouldn't be Chilton without Paris," Tristan muttered.
"I second that."
"How is it that she was the first person to know you were pregnant but she didn't know until just now that I'm the dad?" Rory shrugged.
"We don't really talk about it. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but we go to a gossip thirsty school." He chuckled.
"So what are you going to do when you get home?"
"Gorge myself with saltines." Rory grinned showing some teeth. Tristan gave a jealous look.
"That sounds much better than school."
"I don't even want to think about where you'd push a baby out of." He shuddered at the thought. "It'll hurt me enough and no hole in your body could accommodate a baby."
"I said eating saltines sounded better than going to school, not I want to be pregnant."
"And the only reason you'd be at home eating saltines is if you were pregnant. Comprehende?"
"I must have missed that day of Spanish." Rory rolled her eyes.
"Hi I'm Lorelai Gilmore, Rory Gilmore's mom."
"Ahh yes." The nurse brought her to Rory.
"Why is it every time I see my daughter you're right there with her?" Lorelai asked, but her tone suggested she was just amused.
"I feel responsible?" Tristan suggested and Lorelai smiled.
"How're you feeling, honey?" Rory shrugged.
"I drank some Dr. Pepper but it hasn't done too much." Lorelai nodded sympathetically.
"Lorelai, you mentioned that we should talk."
"Ah yes, we should. Is right here okay?"
"It's fine. Tristan, Rory's mom is here now. Go to class."
"Oh umm actually, I think it would be better if Tristan stays. He's kind of a part of this." Rory was surprised at her mom's words. So she was definitely warming up to Tristan. With Tristan's help, Rory sat up to be a part of the conversation. Lorelai took a seat on the bed while the nurse sat herself down on her rolling chair.
"Ellen, you told me to come down?" The four turned to see another nurse.
"Ah yes. If you could just take care of any students that come in, that would be great. I need to talk to Rory's mother."
"Sure thing." The nurse retreated and went to the front desk.
"Sorry, I wasn't sure how long this would take so I asked the other nurse to come."
"That's fine."
"Alright, so what did you want to speak to me about?" Lorelai, Rory and Tristan looked between each other.
"Rory is expecting."
"Expecting…?"
"A baby. She's pregnant." Rory felt Tristan's arm's tighten.
"Oh." The nurse's eyes widened. "And Tristan…?"
"Is the father," Lorelai supplied.
"I see. Well you might have wanted to pick a more punctual person, Rory." Rory narrowed her eyes while Lorelai stifled a laugh and Tristan coughed to cover his laughter. Of all things to say, she says that.
"So I wasn't sure how we go about this. I don't want Rory to be given special treatment. I mean anymore than is appropriate, I just…if something happens you need to know."
"Right, right. Well this is not the first time Chilton has dealt with a pregnant student, nor will this be the last. Things happen, and we move on. I presume you're keeping the child?"
"Yes," Rory answered.
"Your teachers will need to be notified about this just in case of an emergency in class and of course Headmaster Charleston will need to be notified. Other than that, I just request that you bring in any morning sickness materials that help you in case you need something like today. And I request a doctor's note after you have each appointment. Alright?"
"That's it?" Rory asked, surprised.
"That's it. We don't want to make this anymore inconvenient than it already is. And I'm guessing your keeping this under wraps and we'll be happy to oblige." Rory and Tristan let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for being so understanding about this." Lorelai said and stood up.
"Oh, don't mention it. We don't see Rory in here very often, so I was quite surprised to see her come in and just…throw up! Tristan, on the other hand, we don't like to talk about."
"Hey! I'm in here because I oversleep a lot!" Tristan defended himself. The others laughed and merely nodded.
A/N: You are all amazing! Thank you for the reviews! :) I'm actually surprised that so few of you commented on the semen part last chapter hehe. But whatever! Sorry for the wait, but I just got back. I hope you all had an awesome Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa….whatever you celebrate! I'll update again before New Years. Thank you, Kiki