A/N: I changed Lorelai Patricia's nickname from Lori to Tricia, because I thought that Lori was unoriginal, plus, too much like Lor, which Lorelai the Second is sometimes called. I'll change it in Chapter 2, but just in case it doesn't work, I'm mentioning it now.

There will be a lot of flashbacks, so that you will understand where all of this is coming from, and maybe where it's going. Sorry this one's short again.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: R/T, R/J

Disclaimer: I do not own "Gilmore Girls." That is owned by Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB. I do, however, own most of this storyline (some was taken from previous episodes), so steal that and I will haunt you for the rest of your life.

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Rory Gilmore sipped her coffee as she watched her daughter eating her pancakes. Tricia was such an adorable child. She had inherited her father's blond hair and blue eyes, and it complemented her to perfection. Tristan had been wonderful, even after she'd said she couldn't marry him, the first time he'd asked. He'd even been there for Tricia's birth. He'd held her hand the whole time, and hadn't complained when she almost broke two of his fingers. Rory smiled, remembering.

Tristan was holding her hand. That was the only thing that was clear through the haze of drugs. She wished she'd said no to them. She still felt some pain, and at least if she had said no, then she would have been able to remember when the doctor held up the screaming infant, fresh from her womb. That had been the only time Tristan had let go of her hand, when he picked up the baby after the doctor wiped it clean. He held it close to him, looking down at the little child. Rory watched them until Tristan looked up. His smile was brilliant, and she knew then that she loved him with all of her heart, more than she'd thought she did.

He walked back over to her, and held the little baby near her, so she could see it. "It's a girl," Tristan said, his eyes filling with tears. "We have a baby girl."

"Yeah, we do." After one more glance at Tristan and the baby, she drifted off.

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When she next woke, it was morning. Tristan was sitting in the chair by the bed. He had dozed off.

"Mmph," she groaned. Her throat was dry. Tristan jolted awake. He handed her a glass of water that she drank gratefully. "Tristan…"

"Yeah?"

"Where's the baby?"

"In the nursery."

"I want her here with me."

"Alright, just a minute." Tristan left to get the child. Their child. Rory smiled. Even though she'd had to give up her dreams of Ivy-league… she didn't regret it. No, not at all. And it wasn't so bad, going to community college. She hadn't taken any classes this semester, the spring one. But she'd start back up in the fall, after the baby was older and she wouldn't feel as bad leaving it with her mother or a sitter.

Tristan walked back in with their child. "What're we going to name her?"

"Well, she's definitely a Lorelai," Rory smiled.

"Yeah, well, that's a given. What about a middle name?"

"What's your mother's name?"

"Patricia Ann."

"Well, then. Say hello to Lorelai Patricia Gilmore," she said, taking her child in her arms.

"Mom?" Tricia's voice jolted Rory out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, honey?" She smiled at her daughter's frown.

"Mom, there's a man out there, staring at us."

Rory frowned, looking outside. Blonde hair. Those eyes … She knew them. She'd dreamed about them countless times, had woken up so many times, wishing he was there. There he was. The man of her dreams. Her thoughts. Her heart.

Tristan DuGrey.