!!!!!!!!BAM!!!!!!!
"Rory!" Tristan said, dodging the novel flying towards him.
!!!!!CRASH!!!!!
The framed candid picture of the "happy couple" cheek to cheek, fingers entwined, smiling broadly for the camera on the dance floor on there wedding day shattered against the door frame.
"Get away from me! You disgust me!" Rory yelled, throwing a plastic sippy cup that one kid or another left in the room.
"No, I'm not leaving like this!!" He yelled, catching the cup.
"Fine! I am!" Rory stalked out of the room. "Lana, Mackenzie, T.J.! Pack an overnight bag! We are going to Grams' and Pop's."
They slowly woke up, gathering in the hall around Lana's door.
"Why?" Lana said, with her siblings huddled behind her. They had never seen their mother that mad.
"Because I said so! Now move!" She walked back to her room and shoved Tristan against the door frame and stalked into the closet.
"Rory stop! Calm down we have to talk."
Rory whirled around and Tristan was afraid she was going to slap him. What he didn't expect was the quiet voice that escaped her lips.
"I'm tired of this Tris. You are not the same guy I married." She lifted the frame off the floor and brushed away the glass that used to cover the photograph. "You aren't the same. And I don't know why. But I can't take it anymore. Figure out what you want. I don't care anymore." With that she shoved the picture into her bag, picked out a few more things, and instructed her kids to get into the car.
One by one, Tristan hugged his kids, whispering an assuring message into their ears. He held each kid for a long time, before releasing them to their mother.
"I love you Daddy." Lana called over her shoulder as she was climbing into the explorer.
"Me, too. I love you Daddy!" Mackie called.
"Yeah. I wuv you Daddy." T.J. called, waving gaily. He didn't quite understand what was going on.
"Bye T." Rory said, sweeping past him out of the house, carrying Gracie. "Bye Ror. I love you." He said with one last attempt.
Rory looked over her shoulder wistfully. A sad smile crept to her face and she whispered her next words. "I never doubted that Tris. Never."
"Rory? What's going on?" When Luke answered the door, he was in sweatpants and shirtless. Obviously he had been sleeping. Safe assumption, considering it was about 3 in the morning.
Rory looked up at her "father" and gave Gracie, who had fallen asleep in her arms, to Lydia who had joined her father at the door adorned in coffee covered boxers and a white tank. Rory then fell into his waiting arms and sobbed.
"Lyd, get the kids settled in Rory's room, there are blankets in the chest, and then get your mom." Luke said, wrapping his arms tightly around the fragile, sobbing form shaking against him.
He had experience with this, since he and Lorelai had been married when Rory was 15 (in my little fic world) and he had rocked her through many breakups and middle of the night visits.
"Rory, baby, what's wrong?" Lorelai said, flying down the steps. She bolted to her daughter and wrapped her arms around her from behind, sandwiching Rory between Lorelei and Luke. The little family stood huddled together in the hallway for a long time.
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"Rory!" Tristan said, dodging the novel flying towards him.
!!!!!CRASH!!!!!
The framed candid picture of the "happy couple" cheek to cheek, fingers entwined, smiling broadly for the camera on the dance floor on there wedding day shattered against the door frame.
"Get away from me! You disgust me!" Rory yelled, throwing a plastic sippy cup that one kid or another left in the room.
"No, I'm not leaving like this!!" He yelled, catching the cup.
"Fine! I am!" Rory stalked out of the room. "Lana, Mackenzie, T.J.! Pack an overnight bag! We are going to Grams' and Pop's."
They slowly woke up, gathering in the hall around Lana's door.
"Why?" Lana said, with her siblings huddled behind her. They had never seen their mother that mad.
"Because I said so! Now move!" She walked back to her room and shoved Tristan against the door frame and stalked into the closet.
"Rory stop! Calm down we have to talk."
Rory whirled around and Tristan was afraid she was going to slap him. What he didn't expect was the quiet voice that escaped her lips.
"I'm tired of this Tris. You are not the same guy I married." She lifted the frame off the floor and brushed away the glass that used to cover the photograph. "You aren't the same. And I don't know why. But I can't take it anymore. Figure out what you want. I don't care anymore." With that she shoved the picture into her bag, picked out a few more things, and instructed her kids to get into the car.
One by one, Tristan hugged his kids, whispering an assuring message into their ears. He held each kid for a long time, before releasing them to their mother.
"I love you Daddy." Lana called over her shoulder as she was climbing into the explorer.
"Me, too. I love you Daddy!" Mackie called.
"Yeah. I wuv you Daddy." T.J. called, waving gaily. He didn't quite understand what was going on.
"Bye T." Rory said, sweeping past him out of the house, carrying Gracie. "Bye Ror. I love you." He said with one last attempt.
Rory looked over her shoulder wistfully. A sad smile crept to her face and she whispered her next words. "I never doubted that Tris. Never."
"Rory? What's going on?" When Luke answered the door, he was in sweatpants and shirtless. Obviously he had been sleeping. Safe assumption, considering it was about 3 in the morning.
Rory looked up at her "father" and gave Gracie, who had fallen asleep in her arms, to Lydia who had joined her father at the door adorned in coffee covered boxers and a white tank. Rory then fell into his waiting arms and sobbed.
"Lyd, get the kids settled in Rory's room, there are blankets in the chest, and then get your mom." Luke said, wrapping his arms tightly around the fragile, sobbing form shaking against him.
He had experience with this, since he and Lorelai had been married when Rory was 15 (in my little fic world) and he had rocked her through many breakups and middle of the night visits.
"Rory, baby, what's wrong?" Lorelai said, flying down the steps. She bolted to her daughter and wrapped her arms around her from behind, sandwiching Rory between Lorelei and Luke. The little family stood huddled together in the hallway for a long time.
Please read and review!!!!!!!!! Even flames!!!!! 3 Abby