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Chapter Three: Rory's Baby

They talked for about eight hours, and finally they decided to watch a movie. Rory fell asleep on Tristan's shoulder and he smiled, feeling her relax against him. Rory unconsciously snuggled into his arms. Tristan smirked at this cute gesture that his Mary had just done and carried her into his bedroom. She needed rest. Tristan left his bedroom, leaving Rory on his huge King sized bed, and walked into his living room. There, he slept on his couch.

7.00 am

Rory opened her eyes. 7.00 am. Her class started at 11.00. She started to close her eyes again, but then she realised that she was in an unfamiliar territory. She jumped immediately out of bed and walked out of the posh bedroom that she was in, only to discover that she had just walked in on Tristan sleeping on the couch. Not only that, but he was topless. That was enough to make Rory want to drool. He was sprawled on his front and his blond hair was mussed.

'Just the way I like it,' thought Rory.

She walked over to him and then rubbed her hands into his air. Tristan groaned aloud and rolled over, thus forcing Rory to sit down on him. Tristan opened his eyes at the weight that had landed on his chest and laughed at the horrified expression on Rory's face.

"Relax, Mary. Girls throw themselves at me all the time." Tristan smiled.

Rory's face immediately clouded over and she stepped off him. "The ego comes out again, Tris."

"Sorry Mary." Tristan replied, and he stood up. "What time is it anyway?"

"7.00," replied Rory.

"So early," moaned Tristan. "I was in the middle of a really good dream too."

Rory smirked. "May I guess who was in it? Was it one of those Pornstar girls, grinding themselves against you?"

Tristan smirked. "Only if you've suddenly gone all Pornstar on me," mumbled Tristan, as he made his way into the toilet. He stopped as he saw Rory run past him.

"I've got first dibs on the shower," shouted Rory.

Tristan smiled. "I thought you said that you don't do athletic."

"I don't," Rory replied. "I'm just resorting to drastic measures. I know that you'll spend at least half an hour in there and I can't wait that long. I've got things to do and places to go."

"Mary, you wound me. Here I am, thinking that you were just hurrying to get yourself all made up, and then throw yourself at me."

"Tris, sorry to disappoint. I don't do throwing myself at you," Rory shouted, turning the shower on and letting the cold water refresh her.

"What was that the other night then?" asked Tristan.

"That was Evil me."

"Evil-Mary? I could get used to that." Tristan smiled, and Rory could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Don't get used to it, Tris. Hey, can you drive me off to my place? I gotta get my books, I got class at 11. I don't want to go another day without driving on my baby either." Rory replied.

"Your baby, Mary?"

"Oh, yeah. My black Ninja model 55600. Revved up so high it can go as fast as your little BMW back there."

"This I gotta see."

8.30 am (in Tristan's BMW, on the way to Rory's apartment)

"So, Mary, where's your place?" asked Tristan.

"Streetlore Avenue Apartments," muttered Rory.

Tristan smiled. "That's only a few minutes drive from here, Mary. Another posh place."

Rory muttered," That's because my grandparents have something to do with it."

"The social pressure in Hartford has gathered up so much that it can make a volcano burst."

8.35 am

Rory checked her mailbox, gathering the letters that resided in there. There was a notice on her door.

' Miss Lorelai Gilmore,

Your monthly renting fee of this apartment has been long overdue. Kindly make payments at the front office.'

Rory swore. The last thing that she needed was another notice. Then, she remembered. She had just spent the rental money for her books.

"Mary, Mary. What have you done with the money?" drawled Tristan, creeping up behind her.

Rory turned around, and fumbled nervously with her thumbs.

"Tristan, I don't have it. I spent it on some books," she confided.

Tristan laughed. "Mary, you don't have to worry about that. You can just move in with me. I've got lots of space, and besides, I'd love the company. My apartment is about 10 minutes drive from both Harvard and Yale."

Rory looked up at him in shock. Did he just say what she thought he did?

"I'm sorry. Care to repeat what you just said?" Rory asked.

"Move in with me," Tristan repeated.

Rory huffed. "Well, it's not that easy Mister. I'd have to move out of this nice apartment of mine into yours, and not to mention the amount of boxes it will take to pack up all my stuff. What will I say to Mum and grandma? Grandpa?"

"Just say that a friend of yours kindly asked you to move in with him because he felt lonely and thought that he would be a good influence on you."

"Stop flattering yourself, Tris. They'll just ask me if I'm sleeping with you."

Tristan laughed. "Sorry to say, Mary. But you already have slept with me."

Rory gave him an evil glare. "If you ever talk about what happened that night with any of my relatives, I will personally make sure that the tool you need to make children be removed. I assume that you do want children?"

"Sure Mary. We be friends now. I get it," said Tristan, a little intimidated by the words that had just come out of her mouth. He continued. "Now, tell me, where is that little baby of yours?"

The next week, when Rory has moved into Tristan's apartment

"Rory," yelled Tristan. He knocked on the bathroom door, but got no answer. He checked the doorknob, and to his surprise, it wasn't locked. He opened it, and walked in. His eyes opened in surprise at what he saw. Rory was in the tub, making out (heavily) with some guy [ his name is Mark ].

Rory gasped as she heard the door open. Tristan only called her Rory when he had something important to tell her, or when he was mad at her. She wrenched herself away from the lips of the guy she was interlocked with, and glanced at the now open door.

"Tristan." She stated.

"Rory." Tristan spoke. "I need to talk to you – now."

Rory smiled indulgently at him. "Sure Tris. Be out in a while." Rory said goodbye to Mark. [A/N: Don't worry, he has a big part. Coming right up, probably in the next part.]

Tristan turned around, and walked out of his bathroom.

Rory crept up behind Tristan, and hugged him.

"What's up Tris?" she asked casually.

"Mary. You have to stop bringing up guys into my..." he paused. "Our apartment. Get out of your old habits, Mary. They're not good for you."

Rory stole a glance at him. "Since when did you care so much about my well-being?"

Tristan smiled at her, a smile that showed tolerance. "Since we met, Mary."

TBC

A/N: I'm not exactly sure where I'm goin with this, so any comments, drop a line. Mail me. :D Gracias for all the reviews. Later, chickadees.