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Epilogue

"Mary! Tristan!" Rory called, knocking on the two doors opposite each other. "Wake up!"

From both rooms came sleepy answers of "Fvemrmnins"

Tristan came up the stairs and grinned. "Get up, or we're bringing baby pictures!"

The sound of children running around for clothes was heard immediately.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" Rory smiled at her husband.

Tristan put his arms around Rory. "Because I have a more superior intellect,"

"You do not!" Rory said, mock-indignantly. "You are a stuttering moron who can barely string two words together,"

 Tristan smirked. "Really? How-"

But he didn't finish the sentence, as Rory pulled his head down, and kissed him deeply.

"EEEW!! WHY DO YOU DO THAT IN FRONT OF US!!!" Mary shrieked.

Tristan (jr.) rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we're the teenagers! It's okay to see us do it, but to see your parents making out? That's just… disgusting,"

Rory laughed.

Tristan (sr.) didn't say anything, but pulled Rory in for another kiss. Ignoring the 'ewww's and the 'ugh's Tristan pulled away from Rory a few seconds after. "Tha- I- nice," he sighed.

"Told you you were a stuttering moron who could barely string two words together,"

"Cheater," Tristan grunted.

"Can we go now?" Mary complained.

"Uh, yeah! Get your bags, grab a pop tart and let's go,"

 The DuGreys, due to Tristan's work, had been living in Paris for the last two years. Mary and Tristan were going to Chilton, although they had missed the first month of classes.

"Come on! We're going to be late!" the two called, already inside the car. "I hope you guys aren't doing anything there!"

Rory and Tristan looked at each other. Simultaneously, they each reached for the albums on the side table.

"Let's go!"

Rory and Tristan got inside the car, putting the albums in the space between them.

Tristan (jr.) caught site of them. "You can't be serious!!! What did I do?"

But their complaints were drowned out, as they saw the building of Chilton… the school/maybe hell, they would be attending for the next four years. "Wow… that's… scary,"

Rory smiled. "I thought so too,"

"It's not scary! It's just a really old building," Tristan commented.

"A boy after my own heart," his father grinned.

"Well, come on. You guys have got a lot ahead of you!"