Title: Untitled
Author: Bluefroggy
Summary: Future Trory fic in which they get married after Harvard
Rating: pg (Maybe pg-13 later on)
Content: Mainly kissing, maybe a couple of curse words.
Authors Note: Hi, we're back again. Incase you haven't noticed, we're really mean. We're not always this way, it's just that we're in satanic moods. If you want us to become nicer, then review our fic. Or, if you want to make us EVEN happier, look up Crazygirl09 and read Celia's fic, then look up Tvrox and read Marg's fic. That'll make us really happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 8: Meetings and Greetings
Rory and Tristan were waiting at the Hartford airport. They had no access to a car because Luke had driven them. They were beginning to get annoyed.
"He should be here already. We've been waiting for over an hour!" Rory exclaimed.
"Well, there could be traffic," said Tristan mildly. Rory sat down on a bench and put her face in her hands.
The brown jeep pulled up in front of them.
"I'm really sorry that I'm late. I had to stop for gas three times and there was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much traffic"
"Thanks Luke. I'll take care of the baggage," said Tristan.
~*~*&*~*~
About half an hour later, they arrived home. Luke went inside, and brought out Lorelai and Chris.
"Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan, Tristan!" (A/N: This is Marg's personal favorite part) yelled Christopher as he ran forward and jumped into (A/N: guess who?) Tristan's arms.
"Oof," said Tristan as Chris came in for a landing, or rather a crash landing.
Lorelai walked forward at a normal pace (compared to Mr. Tristan, Tristan, Tristan's) and hugged Rory.
"Hey, babe, good to see you again. Long time no see!"
"Yeah, Mom, I missed you too! But anyway, we should get back to our apartment."
After quick goodbyes, Rory and Tristan walked home to their small apartment just a few blocks away from Luke and Lorelai's place.
~*~*&*~*~
The next morning, Rory and Tristan were eating breakfast. All of a sudden, Rory made a face.
"Rory?" said Tristan.
"I don't feel too good," said Rory as she rushed into the bathroom and promptly threw up. She came back out with a very similar expression on her face. "Probably all that gross plane food," said Rory.
"That's not what I think," replied Tristan. "Think Bahamas."
"Oh, Tristan…" gasped Rory.
"Rory, you…."
"We don't know yet," answered Rory.
"We've got to find out," said Tristan.
"Can you go to the store? I'm not feeling very well." On that note, Rory rushed back into the bathroom and continued her previous activity (A/N: It was too gross to write out again). Tristan, rolled his eyes, picked up his coat, and walked out the door.