Still Loving You
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the Gilmore Girls.. otherwise I would be making Tristan come back from Military School. Author's Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to write this my computer won't let my get on my floppy disk which is where I saved this chapter so I had to start all
Chapter 10: Happy Again
It was about six when Tristan stood in front of the mirror. He was humming along with the radio; he was in a great mood. Rory would be coming home that night. That morning he had gone to the bookstore and had bought Rory as many books as he could in the hour he had allowed himself to not stay at the hospital, while she was asleep. He smiled remembering when he had left the hospital earlier with his instructions about their date. "Dress fancy but casual," he had explained kissing her quickly and then leaving. He glanced at himself once more and decided a tie was to fancy for this night. He glanced at the reflection in the mirror one more time and quickly grabbed his keys, making his way out of the apartment.
"Lip gloss?" Rory asked turning to her mother. "Do you want chocolate, vanilla, orange."
"Not an ice cream flavor please,"
"How about that mood changing one that I've had since like your sophomore year,"
"Mom! You still have that?" Rory asked bursting into laughter. Lorelai smiled glad her daughter was so happy. She had been in a funk for the past few days over losing the baby but that afternoon after Tristan had left she had vowed to be happy, as she had proclaimed to her mother. "It's the only one that doesn't have an ice cream flavor."
"Just give me Strawberry," came her defeated reply. She applied the lip- gloss quickly while glancing into the mirror for good measure. "How do I look?" she asked when she was done, spinning around for her mother. "You've been hit with a huge pretty stick, darling," Lorelai said with a soft smile looking at her daughter. She was wearing a short black dress that criss- crossed in the back and on her feet was strappy-black sandals. "Thanks Mom, so when is Tristan coming?"
"6:15," as soon as the words were out of Lorelai's mouth there appeared Tristan. "Hey," he greeted the two girls. Rory almost groaned at how he looked. His tousled blonde hair, glimmering blue eyes and bright smile, all of it made him look great she was sure she paled in comparison. "You look gorgeous," he whispered in her ear making her smile at him knowing he wasn't lying. "I wish my camera wasn't in Stars Hollow!" Lorelai whined. Tristan pulled out a disposable camera and handed it over to Rory's mother. "Oh, Tristan!" she cried out hugging her son-in-law. After she took about ten pictures and then they left the hospital. "It's so colorful!" Rory marveled as they walked to his car. She was so happy about being out of the hospital even Tristan had to grin. They hopped into the car and Tristan turned to face her. "I'm going to blindfold you," he told her. "A surprise," Rory said flatly with a groan. Tristan's face fell at Rory's lack of enthusiasm. "I'm just kidding!" she cried out to him laughing at his change in expression. He kissed her lightly happy to be with her and then he blindfolded her. "That was mean," she pouted sticking her tongue out at him. "You know you love it Mary," he said lowering his voice seductively. "As if Bible Boy," came her flippant reply. "You know you want me,"
"As much as I want Lima Beans,"
"We haven't had one of those in a long time," Tristan commented. "A banter session?" she questioned. "Of course,"
"I love having them,"
"Me too,"
"Are we almost there?" she whined. "Almost," he pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car. "Can I take the blindfold off?"
"Not yet," he opened her side of the door and led her to where they were going. He stopped at the entrance and slowly untied her blindfold. She gasped at the scene before her eyes. The whole filled was covered with rose petals. On the pitchers mound was a table for two. "Tristan!" he smiled at her and she grinned back. "What are we going to be eating?"
"Well, I brought some sandwiches, fudge and coke,"
"No coffee?" Rory asked shocked at him. "I brought a thermos for you,"
"You are a god!" she exclaimed wrapping her arms around his neck. Tristan reveled in the feeling of her arms wrapped around him. "I like this," he whispered to her. "You missed me, huh?" she asked shyly. "I really did," he answered kissing her on the forehead. "I'm glad our fight's over," she said quietly. "Me too," came his reply. They walked over to the table hand in hand and then he pulled the chair out for her. "Thanks," she said smiling up at him. She gazed around the field and noticed the screen where she'd first noticed that Tristan was the pitcher who she had to write about. It flashed Tristan loves Rory and then a picture of the two of them posing for a newspaper photo. She smiled at the mere thought of when the photo had taken place. Then her blue eyes collided with his. It still made her tingle when he looked at her. "I can't believe you did all this!" she exclaimed in awe. They ate slowly reliving their Chilton years and when they had met again. "Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we hadn't met again?" she asked him. "I wouldn't be half as happy as I am now here with you," he answered truthfully. "I never would have believed in love if it wasn't for you," she told him. "Well, I'm glad Paris forced you to write that article," she grinned at the reminder of the article. "The next part of our evening is watching Willy Wonka and Chocolate Factory,"
"Really?" she said gasping at his choice of movie. "It's your favorite, so of course we're watching it,"
"Yes, but you hate the Oompa Loompas,"
"I'll live with them for a night,"
"I'll keep you safe," she whispered to him as the movie started. "Thanks!" Rory cried out when the movie ended about two hours later. She leaned over and kissed him. "Your welcome and now part three," he said as he took her hand pulled her up from her chair. Then the music started, her eyes widened in surprise. It had become their tradition to dance to 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'. "You remembered," she whispered. "Of course I remembered I remember it all," he said softly. The song ended and then Tristan excused himself to go to the bathroom. Rory called her mother quickly on her cell phone. "You owe me twenty bucks,"
"So your at the baseball field," Lorelai confirmed. "Right, so call me when you get here the phone's on vibrate so Tristan won't know why I have to leave for a minute,"
"See you in like five sweetie,"
"Bye Mom," she turned the phone onto vibrate in time for when Tristan re- appeared. "And the last part of our night," he said softly handing her two packages. She opened the first one, which was a copy of A Walk to Remember. Inscribed on the inside was:
So, I can read to you and you can read along with me. Love, Tristan. She smiled at the sweet gesture of the gift and then opened the second one. It was a leather journal with an inscription on the front.
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to hope and endure whatever comes.
On the inside it read:
To Rory-the love of my life, don't ever forget that I love you with all of my heart. "Thank you Tris!" she cried out kissing him softly on the lips. Rory then pulled out one of her gifts. Tristan opened it and it was a photo album. "So we can make it together," she explained when he looked at oddly when he saw the blank pages. And then, without Tristan's knowing the phone vibrated. "I'll be right back," she said dashing off the field.
Tristan sat and grinned like an idiot. He felt like he was sixteen all over again and madly in love with Rory Gilmore. The best part about it was that Rory was in love with him too. He could see it in the way her eyes would light up when she'd see him. Minutes later Rory came back onto the field a small black and white ball of fur in her arms. "This is your other present," she announced handing it over to Tristan. "It's a border collie pup!" Tristan cried out in glee. As soon as he had the pup he reverted to a seven-year-old instead of the thirty-year-old man he was. "Thanks Rory!" he called out running by with the puppy. "What's his name?" he asked her pausing for a second to catch his breath. "You name it,"
"How about Fenway?" he suggested. "It's perfect," she agreed with him.
Hours later after playing and frolicking with the pup they were back in their apartment. Fenway was fast asleep and the humans were exhausted. Rory was yawning, as was Tristan. They didn't even say a word but it was mutually agreed that it was defiantly time for bed. Rory and Tristan both quickly got changed into their pajamas. Rory wore an old Chilton t-shirt of Tristan's along with some Boston Red Sox pajama bottoms while Tristan wore a Red Sox shirt and boxers. Rory placed Fenway on the bed as she slid under the covers as did Tristan. She kissed him quickly muttering a good night. She turned off the lights as Tristan wrapped his arms around her thin frame. She snuggled closer to him as Fenway crawled up to join the couple. "Love you Ror,"
"Love you too Tris and Fenway," she mumbled. "And Fenway," he echoed Rory. Rory fell into a deep sleep as soon as she had gotten comfortable in Tristan's arms. Tristan lay awake smelling in the scent of her, his Rory. He felt her silk-like hair brush across his cheek. He remembered how when Rory was in the hospital laying in that coma how much he had hurt and now here she was wrapped in his arms. He was happy too, happier than he had been in a long time. He kissed the top of her head and patted Fenway before falling asleep.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the Gilmore Girls.. otherwise I would be making Tristan come back from Military School. Author's Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to write this my computer won't let my get on my floppy disk which is where I saved this chapter so I had to start all
Chapter 10: Happy Again
It was about six when Tristan stood in front of the mirror. He was humming along with the radio; he was in a great mood. Rory would be coming home that night. That morning he had gone to the bookstore and had bought Rory as many books as he could in the hour he had allowed himself to not stay at the hospital, while she was asleep. He smiled remembering when he had left the hospital earlier with his instructions about their date. "Dress fancy but casual," he had explained kissing her quickly and then leaving. He glanced at himself once more and decided a tie was to fancy for this night. He glanced at the reflection in the mirror one more time and quickly grabbed his keys, making his way out of the apartment.
"Lip gloss?" Rory asked turning to her mother. "Do you want chocolate, vanilla, orange."
"Not an ice cream flavor please,"
"How about that mood changing one that I've had since like your sophomore year,"
"Mom! You still have that?" Rory asked bursting into laughter. Lorelai smiled glad her daughter was so happy. She had been in a funk for the past few days over losing the baby but that afternoon after Tristan had left she had vowed to be happy, as she had proclaimed to her mother. "It's the only one that doesn't have an ice cream flavor."
"Just give me Strawberry," came her defeated reply. She applied the lip- gloss quickly while glancing into the mirror for good measure. "How do I look?" she asked when she was done, spinning around for her mother. "You've been hit with a huge pretty stick, darling," Lorelai said with a soft smile looking at her daughter. She was wearing a short black dress that criss- crossed in the back and on her feet was strappy-black sandals. "Thanks Mom, so when is Tristan coming?"
"6:15," as soon as the words were out of Lorelai's mouth there appeared Tristan. "Hey," he greeted the two girls. Rory almost groaned at how he looked. His tousled blonde hair, glimmering blue eyes and bright smile, all of it made him look great she was sure she paled in comparison. "You look gorgeous," he whispered in her ear making her smile at him knowing he wasn't lying. "I wish my camera wasn't in Stars Hollow!" Lorelai whined. Tristan pulled out a disposable camera and handed it over to Rory's mother. "Oh, Tristan!" she cried out hugging her son-in-law. After she took about ten pictures and then they left the hospital. "It's so colorful!" Rory marveled as they walked to his car. She was so happy about being out of the hospital even Tristan had to grin. They hopped into the car and Tristan turned to face her. "I'm going to blindfold you," he told her. "A surprise," Rory said flatly with a groan. Tristan's face fell at Rory's lack of enthusiasm. "I'm just kidding!" she cried out to him laughing at his change in expression. He kissed her lightly happy to be with her and then he blindfolded her. "That was mean," she pouted sticking her tongue out at him. "You know you love it Mary," he said lowering his voice seductively. "As if Bible Boy," came her flippant reply. "You know you want me,"
"As much as I want Lima Beans,"
"We haven't had one of those in a long time," Tristan commented. "A banter session?" she questioned. "Of course,"
"I love having them,"
"Me too,"
"Are we almost there?" she whined. "Almost," he pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car. "Can I take the blindfold off?"
"Not yet," he opened her side of the door and led her to where they were going. He stopped at the entrance and slowly untied her blindfold. She gasped at the scene before her eyes. The whole filled was covered with rose petals. On the pitchers mound was a table for two. "Tristan!" he smiled at her and she grinned back. "What are we going to be eating?"
"Well, I brought some sandwiches, fudge and coke,"
"No coffee?" Rory asked shocked at him. "I brought a thermos for you,"
"You are a god!" she exclaimed wrapping her arms around his neck. Tristan reveled in the feeling of her arms wrapped around him. "I like this," he whispered to her. "You missed me, huh?" she asked shyly. "I really did," he answered kissing her on the forehead. "I'm glad our fight's over," she said quietly. "Me too," came his reply. They walked over to the table hand in hand and then he pulled the chair out for her. "Thanks," she said smiling up at him. She gazed around the field and noticed the screen where she'd first noticed that Tristan was the pitcher who she had to write about. It flashed Tristan loves Rory and then a picture of the two of them posing for a newspaper photo. She smiled at the mere thought of when the photo had taken place. Then her blue eyes collided with his. It still made her tingle when he looked at her. "I can't believe you did all this!" she exclaimed in awe. They ate slowly reliving their Chilton years and when they had met again. "Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we hadn't met again?" she asked him. "I wouldn't be half as happy as I am now here with you," he answered truthfully. "I never would have believed in love if it wasn't for you," she told him. "Well, I'm glad Paris forced you to write that article," she grinned at the reminder of the article. "The next part of our evening is watching Willy Wonka and Chocolate Factory,"
"Really?" she said gasping at his choice of movie. "It's your favorite, so of course we're watching it,"
"Yes, but you hate the Oompa Loompas,"
"I'll live with them for a night,"
"I'll keep you safe," she whispered to him as the movie started. "Thanks!" Rory cried out when the movie ended about two hours later. She leaned over and kissed him. "Your welcome and now part three," he said as he took her hand pulled her up from her chair. Then the music started, her eyes widened in surprise. It had become their tradition to dance to 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'. "You remembered," she whispered. "Of course I remembered I remember it all," he said softly. The song ended and then Tristan excused himself to go to the bathroom. Rory called her mother quickly on her cell phone. "You owe me twenty bucks,"
"So your at the baseball field," Lorelai confirmed. "Right, so call me when you get here the phone's on vibrate so Tristan won't know why I have to leave for a minute,"
"See you in like five sweetie,"
"Bye Mom," she turned the phone onto vibrate in time for when Tristan re- appeared. "And the last part of our night," he said softly handing her two packages. She opened the first one, which was a copy of A Walk to Remember. Inscribed on the inside was:
So, I can read to you and you can read along with me. Love, Tristan. She smiled at the sweet gesture of the gift and then opened the second one. It was a leather journal with an inscription on the front.
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to hope and endure whatever comes.
On the inside it read:
To Rory-the love of my life, don't ever forget that I love you with all of my heart. "Thank you Tris!" she cried out kissing him softly on the lips. Rory then pulled out one of her gifts. Tristan opened it and it was a photo album. "So we can make it together," she explained when he looked at oddly when he saw the blank pages. And then, without Tristan's knowing the phone vibrated. "I'll be right back," she said dashing off the field.
Tristan sat and grinned like an idiot. He felt like he was sixteen all over again and madly in love with Rory Gilmore. The best part about it was that Rory was in love with him too. He could see it in the way her eyes would light up when she'd see him. Minutes later Rory came back onto the field a small black and white ball of fur in her arms. "This is your other present," she announced handing it over to Tristan. "It's a border collie pup!" Tristan cried out in glee. As soon as he had the pup he reverted to a seven-year-old instead of the thirty-year-old man he was. "Thanks Rory!" he called out running by with the puppy. "What's his name?" he asked her pausing for a second to catch his breath. "You name it,"
"How about Fenway?" he suggested. "It's perfect," she agreed with him.
Hours later after playing and frolicking with the pup they were back in their apartment. Fenway was fast asleep and the humans were exhausted. Rory was yawning, as was Tristan. They didn't even say a word but it was mutually agreed that it was defiantly time for bed. Rory and Tristan both quickly got changed into their pajamas. Rory wore an old Chilton t-shirt of Tristan's along with some Boston Red Sox pajama bottoms while Tristan wore a Red Sox shirt and boxers. Rory placed Fenway on the bed as she slid under the covers as did Tristan. She kissed him quickly muttering a good night. She turned off the lights as Tristan wrapped his arms around her thin frame. She snuggled closer to him as Fenway crawled up to join the couple. "Love you Ror,"
"Love you too Tris and Fenway," she mumbled. "And Fenway," he echoed Rory. Rory fell into a deep sleep as soon as she had gotten comfortable in Tristan's arms. Tristan lay awake smelling in the scent of her, his Rory. He felt her silk-like hair brush across his cheek. He remembered how when Rory was in the hospital laying in that coma how much he had hurt and now here she was wrapped in his arms. He was happy too, happier than he had been in a long time. He kissed the top of her head and patted Fenway before falling asleep.