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cHaPtEr 5

Lane hugged Rory again for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I'm so glad you're alright."

"We've established that fact" Paris glanced at her watch. "About an hour ago!"

Lane stuck out her tongue at Paris and blew a raspberry. "There's no need to be mean."

"There's no need to be childish, DOCTOR KIM!"

"I'm not childish!"

"Am too!"

"Am not"

"Am too!"

Rory intervened. "All right, all right. Stop that you guys!"

They stopped bickering and turned towards Rory. They were having girls' night out, complete with ice cream, chips and sour cream and frankly, they had something important to discuss with Rory. They could see the way that she had distanced herself from Tristan. They just wandered if she realised it herself. Probably not, though. Sometimes, you do things subconsciously

"So. Rory. How's things been?" asked Paris, trying to make her tone of voice casual.

Rory looked at her. "Uh fine."

"Really? How's work?" asked Lane.

Rory looked between the both of them, and shook her head exasperatedly. "Okay what are you guys up to?!"

Paris sighed. Rory could always see through their act. "Look, we have to talk to you about something."

Rory raised an eyebrow. "Shoot."

Lane opened her mouth. "Do you still love Tristan?"

"Of course I do!"

"Well then, why haven't you guys talked about your miscarriage?" asked Paris, as straight forward as ever.

Rory looked down and fiddled with her thumbs. "It just doesn't seem right. I mean, how am I supposed to tell him that I actually talked to our daughter? He'll probably send me to some mental institution and have me locked up there for the rest of my life."

Lane looked at her sceptically. "We all know he wouldn't do that."

Paris said," But that's not the point. The point is that you have not talked about your miscarriage to your husband."

"How do you know I haven't talked to him about it?" asked Rory.

Paris shrugged. "It's obvious. We all see him look at you like he doesn't even know you anymore. Your relationship is strong because you guys used to talk through everything. You've talked to your mum, us, Jess, Luke but you haven't talked about it to the most influential person in your life whom, might I add is also coincidentally your husband."

Rory shook her head. "It's just that I don't know how to bring the subject up."

"We can't tell you how to. You'll just know, in your heart. Trust your instincts, Rory."

~***~

Rory was at home, just putting on the finishing touches on her latest story. The phone was ringing.

"I'll pick it up," yelled Tristan from the living room.

A second later, she heard," It's Lorelai!"

Rory picked up the phone. "Hi mum."

"Hola chickadee! How are you?"

"I'm fine, mum."

"Really? How's Tristan?"

"He's doing good as well."

"Good, good"

"How's the job?"

"It's fine."

"How's the cat?"

"Okay mum. The game's over, you know that I don't have a cat. What do you want now?" asked Rory irritatedly.

Lorelai sighed. "Rory, you're my daughter and I love you. I know you are doing things the way you think they should be done and frankly I admire that spirit of yours. But, I don't think you're handling Tristan in the correct manner. You have to tell him what's closest to your heart."

Rory groaned. "Not you too, mum."

"Really. Think about it, sweet child of mine."

Rory sighed. "I'll think about it."

Lorelai gave a gleeful laugh. "I'm going to disturb Luke now. I need coffee and he won't give it to me!"

"Mum, he's your husband!"

"Exactly. He won't be able to resist my charm."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Don't do anything illegal. I wouldn't want to have Daniel scarred for life...I have to finish off something. Talk to you later."

"Later, chickadee."

~***~

Rory glanced up at the man whose lap she was lying on. Tristan Dugrey, her husband. She loved the way his eyes shined when he was focused on something. She loved the way he told her she was special. She loved him. Period. He was running his fingers through her hair absent mindedly, which is another thing she loved about him. They were watching 'Sweet Home Alabama' - a classic romantic comedy. (A/N: No matter how many times I watch that, I always need a box of tissues by my side. Daniel [my best friend whom I force to watch along with moi all the time even though he groans and moans throughout the movie] thinks I'm a hopeless romantic! 0=)

"Tristan, I have to tell you something," whispered Rory.

Tristan glanced down at her, a quizzed smile on his lips. "What's that, Ror?"

Rory sat up and switched off the television. Tristan felt his heart beat uncontrollably. She was finally going to talk to him about their daughter.

"I've realised that lately, I've been neglecting you. I'm not sure how to tell you this, but whilst I was in the coma, I talked to our daughter," said Rory. She looked into his eyes, knowing she could tell what he was thinking by doing so.

He nodded. He could understand this. It was understood that a deep emotional bond develops between the mother and child.

"I feel guilty for leaving her all by herself but she told me that you needed me more, that's why I'm here with you and she told me to tell you that she loves you ," ended Rory. There were tears shining in her eyes. Tristan opened his arms and Rory climbed gratefully into his hug. He kissed her, letting his actions show what he couldn't express in words.

" I know that I take you for granted, and I'm sorry. I love you, Tris," whispered Rory.

Tristan put a finger at her lips, silencing her. "It's ok. I love you too, Rory."

~***~

Approximately a year later

Rory and Tristan Dugrey sat opposite their specialist. Rory couldn't get pregnant again.

Dr. Lane Kim shrugged. "I don't know what's wrong. I've been going through the results of your test and everything seems all right. Rory, your eggs have no trouble fertilising and Tristan, your sperm count is okay."

Tristan leaned forward. "We've been trying for a long time. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

Lane nodded. "According to these results, you should have no problem getting a child."

Tristan nodded, and sighed. "Hmm. Excuse me for a while whilst I relieve myself." He stood up, and kissed Rory. He walked out of the door, leaving the two friends together.

Lane stared at Rory, as if trying to see what she was thinking.

"Rory," she said finally. "Do you actually WANT to have a child?"

Rory looked at Lane in shock, and shook her head profusely.

"No," she whispered. She shut her eyes, and a few seconds later, tears were dropping down her cheeks. "I don't want to risk getting myself hurt again. I know I'm being selfish because Tristan wants to have a child so much... but I can't help it. I'm so scared."

But Lane's eyes weren't on Rory, they were fixated on the shocked eyes of the man behind Rory. Tristan Dugrey, who had just walked in the room hearing his wife's confession. Rory turned around, following Lane's gaze.

"Tristan, I'm sorry I didn' tell you about this," said Rory. She stood up, and started walking towards him.

Tristan held up his hands, signalling that he did not want to talk to her. He walked out of the door. And perhaps out of her life as well.

To be continued

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