A/N: This is the next chapter. No Rory's eggo is not preggo. Read to find out.
TPOV
I was sitting on my couch thinking about Rory when my doorbell rang. I sighed, getting up from my spot on the couch and opened the door.
"Hello, Tristan." My jaw dropped at who was standing on my doorstep. "May I come in?" I nodded still unable to speak. "Sit down, we need to talk. I have some news."
Hours later I was sitting with my head in my hand, still not believing what I was just told. I thought about the box in my dresser drawer and frowned. We were so happy but then this happened. I hopped in my car and drove to talk to her. How would she take it? Would she be sad? What if-? No, I scolded myself, I am not going there. I took the key out of the ignition and sighed. This was not going to be fun.
RPOV
I was sitting on my couch thinking about Tristan when the doorbell rang. I didn't even get up off the couch when the door opened.
"Rory?"
"Tristan, what are you doing here?" I said. I was really confused. Had we made plans? I racked my brain but came up with nothing.
"Don't worry," he said, giving me a half-smile, "we didn't have anything planned."
"Then why are you here?" I asked. I was really confused. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't mind, but I'm a little confused."
He looked grim and gestured toward the couch. "You might want to sit down for this."
I looked at him warily. Then a thought came into my head. "Oh my god, are you breaking up with me?"
"NO!" he practically shouted.
"Thank god," I said fanning myself with my hand. I put my hands over his, "What's wrong?"
"I'm being deported," he blurted out. My mind went blank and all I could manage was a "What?" He couldn't go, "You…you can't go! I won't let you!!" I had tears streaming down my face by this time.
His arms were around me in a second and he was rubbing soothing circles on my back. "I'm so sorry Ror. I tried to get out of it but I couldn't." I shook my head, "No you should go. I don't want you to but you should. God, I'm going to miss you."
"You're perfect," he whispered into my hair, "Only you would say something like that. Only you would be that selfless."
I wiped my eyes and face with the backs of my hands and turned to him. "When do you leave?"
He looked down and whispered, so softly I almost didn't hear him, "In a week."
"Oh." I dropped my gaze back to our hands that were still intertwined. I looked back up and made my voice bright and cheerful. "Well, we have a ton to do: go shopping, get you packed, spend everyday together, watch movies, and throw a going away party. Our week is going to be packed."
"Rory," he said in a warning tone. I held my hand up.
"I need to do this Tris. I need to be busy so I don't have time to think about what could happen." My voice cracked on the last word. He kissed the top of my head and helped me off the couch.
"Where do we start Mary?" he asked smirking.
The week flew by too quickly and soon Tristan and I were at the air base with all the other soldiers and their families. Tristan looked nervous and something told me that it wasn't about being sent to Iraq.
"What's wrong?" I asked gently. He brought his hands up to cup my face and stared intently into my eyes.
"No matter what happens…" he started.
"Nothing is going to happen," I told him fiercely.
"No matter what happens," he started again, "I will always love you and nothing will ever change that. You are my life and my reason for living." He got down on one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket. I gasped and put my hand up to my mouth. "Rory Gilmore, Mary, will you take me to be your husband whenever you are ready?" By now almost everyone is the base was looking at us but I couldn't care less.
"Yes," I whispered, "Yes, yes, yes!" I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. The wives, girlfriends, daughters, mothers, and sisters all "Awed!" at Tristan's proposal. My own mother was behind me jumping up and down. The moment was ruined when they told all of the recruits to get on the plane. I clutched tighter to him and he had to pry my arms from around his neck. He kissed me good-bye and then transferred me to my mother.
"Bye, Lore," he said, "Take good care of her for me."
"I will," mom said, "You better come back Tristan or I will kill you."
I fingered my ring and looked up to see him boarding the plane. He turned back to me and gave me wave before climbing into the giant metal devil that would take him away from me. I broke down then and my mom carried me back to car. I leaned against the window the whole ride, just thinking.
"You're going to miss him, aren't you sweets?" mom said softly.
"Yeah," I said, "I really am."
TPOV
I turned to wave at my fiancé before I got into the huge metal thing that was taking me away from the love of my life. I sat down in one of the seats and put my head in my hands.
"It's hard," said a voice next to me, "Leaving them, I mean."
I turned to see guy around my age sitting in the seat next to me. He had blonde hair like me but brown-eyes.
"Yeah," I said, "It really is."
"I'm Logan Huntzburger."
"Tristan DuGrey."
"Nice to meet you, Tristan, not under the present circumstances of course, but nice to meet you nonetheless."
"You too."
"These are my friends, Colin McCrea and Finn Morgan."
"Nice to meet you," said Colin.
"Hello, mate," said Finn. He had an Australian accent.
"Nice to meet you guys." All through the plane ride we talked and became friends. I was glad because on the battlefield we would all need friends we can get. I called Rory every week and for two months I got teased for saying, "I love you, Mary" at the end of every call. Once they realized that A) it didn't bother me and B) it was true, they backed off. Logan and the guys were my bunkmates and we became even better friends. It was great to have someone to talks to but I still missed Rory. She and Lorelai sent care packages during the holidays. They had packages of coffee, notes, and pictures of them. It made my heart ache to think about how long it would be until I could see my Mary again.
RPOV
I was just writing another letter to Tristan when the phone rang.
"Hello," I said into phone.
"Is this…Rory Gilmore?" said a professional sounding voice at the other end.
"Yes, I am Rory." Who was this?
"This is Pam Smith at Hartford General Hospital," she said, "I am calling about a Mr. Tristan DuGrey."
I didn't even let her finish. "I'll be right there." I grabbed my coat and yelled for mom. She came running down the stairs with curlers in her hair.
"What's wrong?" she asked franticly.
"Tristan…hospital…Hartford," I said and realization crossed her face. In five minutes we were in the car and on our way to the hospital. As soon as we got there, I was out of the car before mom had even stopped it and running through the doors. I got to the front desk and saw three young men arguing with the receptionist.
"We just want to know how he is," said the blonde.
"I'm sorry," she said, though she didn't sound sorry at all, "We can only release that information to family."
"Excuse me," I spoke up and they all turned to look at me, "I'm looking for Tristan DuGrey. Can you tell me how he is and what room he is in?"
"Who are you?" said the receptionist.
"I'm his fiancé," I said sweetly.
"Sorry," she said, "You're not immediate family; I can't give you the information." She smirked at me and I got really pissed. I narrowed my eyes at her and my voice was deadly calm.
"M fiancé is lying God knows where in this place; I have no idea where and no idea how he is doing nor what is wrong with him. Now please tell me where he is before you are in his place eating through a tube."
"Room 27," she said icily.
"That was fantastic, love," said one of the brunettes in the group that was talking before.
"Who are you?" I asked guarded.
"We're Logan Huntzburger, Colin McCrea, and Finn Morgan. We are Tristan's bunkmates. Are you Rory?" said the blonde, Logan.
"What happened? Is he OK? Why are you here?" I said in a rush. I was shaking by that time and they looked concerned.
"Rory," shouted mom. She was just coming in and eyed the boys. "Who are your friends?"
"These are friends of Tristan's: Colin, Logan, and Finn. Guys meet my mom."
"My god those are good genes," said Finn eyeing mom.
"Ooo," she squealed, "He's exotic! He's exotic!! Screw Luke, I want the exotic one!!"
I shook my head and started walking towards Tristan's room. 13…20…25...27. I opened the door to his room and stepped in.
A/N: There, I changed the name. I'm going to be away for 2 weeks and I won't have access to a computer. Please don't be mad!! I love you all!!