Title: Untitled
Author: Bluefroggy (Celia and Marg) aka The Cheez Meisters
Rating: PG 13
Content: Kissing, maybe some swearing, and, in this chapter, where babies come from!
Summary: Trory future fic. They get married after Harvard.
Author's Note: We personally think that this chapter is really, really, really, really, really, really FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as chapter 6 was ominous and symbolic, this one is POSITIVELY HILARIOUS. At the moment, that's all we have to say. BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah. We won't post the next chapter until we have ten reviews, because we're not getting many reviews, and we're afraid that everybody hates our fic. Now we're really done. BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 10: The Question
Tristan knocked on Chris' door. "Go away!" shouted Chris.
"It's me, Tristan, will you please let me in?" pleaded Tristan.
"FINE!" yelled Chris. He came and opened the door. Tristan picked up Christopher and walked over to Chris' bed. Tristan sat Chris in his lap.
"Now, Chris, why are you so angry that Rory and Mommy are having babies?"
Chris sniffed. "Because everybody loves babies. When Mommy has her babies, she and Daddy will forget all about me. And then Rory will have her baby and you and Rory will forget about me too. And I'll be all alone. And nobody will love me. My birthday will come and I'll get no presents. Christmas will come, and I'll get no presents. Then one day I'll get locked in the bathroom, and I'll call and call for help, but no one will ever come, all because of the STUPID BABIES!"
"Chris, where did you learn a word like stupid?" asked Tristan on a reflex, rather than comforting Chris like he should have.
"You taught me, Tristan!" Tristan winced at his mistake. "But that's not the point. The point is that nobody will care about me anymore."
"Everyone will always care about you, Chris. We love you, and you have a special place in our hearts. We have to love the new babies, too, because everybody needs love to survive. But we have enough love to go around, and you'll always be our extra-special Christopher." Tristan gave Christopher a big, warm hug, and kissed Christopher on the forehead.
"Tristan?"
"Yes?"
"Where do babies come from?" asked Christopher. Tristan grew very pale.
"I think I hear Rory calling. I'll be right back." Tristan walked out the door and after closing it, ran down the stairs. He ran into the kitchen where everyone was cleaning up.
"Did you talk to him?" asked Lorelai.
"He" Tristan stammered, looking quite pale.
"Yes?" Lorelai encouraged.
"He" Tristan became paler.
"Yes?" Rory asked.
"He"
"Yes?" Questioned Luke.
"H-he asked t-the question" Tristan stammered as he fainted. Luke gulped. Rory and Lorelai looked at Luke.
"What's 'the question'?" they demanded.
"Where babies come from," Luke said, terror in his voice.
"Oh my God," said Lorelai.
"Help," said Rory palely but calmly. Lorelai and Rory walked upstairs while Luke went to get a cold cloth for Tristan's forehead.
They walked into Christopher's room, where Christopher was sitting on his bed, looking at his favorite book, The Little Engine That Could (A/N: If you haven't heard of this book, you're really odd. Just remember, "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can") He looked up.
"What are you doing here? Where's Tristan? Are you going to tell me where babies come from? Cause if anyone knows, you guys should," said Christopher.
Lorelai and Rory blushed.
"Well," answered Rory, "it's really quite simple. All that happens is that the stork comes and brings the baby."
"That's not what Wyatt told me!" cried Christopher. (A/N: Wyatt is Sookie and Jackson's son. He's also five, we just didn't mention him in the first story.) "Wyatt told me that a Mommy and a Daddy sleep naked together and hug and kiss in bed! And the Daddy's body tells the Mommy's body to make a baby, and the more the Mommy and the Daddy love each other, the more babies the Mommy's body makes!" exclaimed Chris.
Lorelai and Rory looked at each other, and each one knew that the other was thinking, 'We've got to talk to Sookie."
Author: Bluefroggy (Celia and Marg) aka The Cheez Meisters
Rating: PG 13
Content: Kissing, maybe some swearing, and, in this chapter, where babies come from!
Summary: Trory future fic. They get married after Harvard.
Author's Note: We personally think that this chapter is really, really, really, really, really, really FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as chapter 6 was ominous and symbolic, this one is POSITIVELY HILARIOUS. At the moment, that's all we have to say. BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah. We won't post the next chapter until we have ten reviews, because we're not getting many reviews, and we're afraid that everybody hates our fic. Now we're really done. BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 10: The Question
Tristan knocked on Chris' door. "Go away!" shouted Chris.
"It's me, Tristan, will you please let me in?" pleaded Tristan.
"FINE!" yelled Chris. He came and opened the door. Tristan picked up Christopher and walked over to Chris' bed. Tristan sat Chris in his lap.
"Now, Chris, why are you so angry that Rory and Mommy are having babies?"
Chris sniffed. "Because everybody loves babies. When Mommy has her babies, she and Daddy will forget all about me. And then Rory will have her baby and you and Rory will forget about me too. And I'll be all alone. And nobody will love me. My birthday will come and I'll get no presents. Christmas will come, and I'll get no presents. Then one day I'll get locked in the bathroom, and I'll call and call for help, but no one will ever come, all because of the STUPID BABIES!"
"Chris, where did you learn a word like stupid?" asked Tristan on a reflex, rather than comforting Chris like he should have.
"You taught me, Tristan!" Tristan winced at his mistake. "But that's not the point. The point is that nobody will care about me anymore."
"Everyone will always care about you, Chris. We love you, and you have a special place in our hearts. We have to love the new babies, too, because everybody needs love to survive. But we have enough love to go around, and you'll always be our extra-special Christopher." Tristan gave Christopher a big, warm hug, and kissed Christopher on the forehead.
"Tristan?"
"Yes?"
"Where do babies come from?" asked Christopher. Tristan grew very pale.
"I think I hear Rory calling. I'll be right back." Tristan walked out the door and after closing it, ran down the stairs. He ran into the kitchen where everyone was cleaning up.
"Did you talk to him?" asked Lorelai.
"He" Tristan stammered, looking quite pale.
"Yes?" Lorelai encouraged.
"He" Tristan became paler.
"Yes?" Rory asked.
"He"
"Yes?" Questioned Luke.
"H-he asked t-the question" Tristan stammered as he fainted. Luke gulped. Rory and Lorelai looked at Luke.
"What's 'the question'?" they demanded.
"Where babies come from," Luke said, terror in his voice.
"Oh my God," said Lorelai.
"Help," said Rory palely but calmly. Lorelai and Rory walked upstairs while Luke went to get a cold cloth for Tristan's forehead.
They walked into Christopher's room, where Christopher was sitting on his bed, looking at his favorite book, The Little Engine That Could (A/N: If you haven't heard of this book, you're really odd. Just remember, "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can") He looked up.
"What are you doing here? Where's Tristan? Are you going to tell me where babies come from? Cause if anyone knows, you guys should," said Christopher.
Lorelai and Rory blushed.
"Well," answered Rory, "it's really quite simple. All that happens is that the stork comes and brings the baby."
"That's not what Wyatt told me!" cried Christopher. (A/N: Wyatt is Sookie and Jackson's son. He's also five, we just didn't mention him in the first story.) "Wyatt told me that a Mommy and a Daddy sleep naked together and hug and kiss in bed! And the Daddy's body tells the Mommy's body to make a baby, and the more the Mommy and the Daddy love each other, the more babies the Mommy's body makes!" exclaimed Chris.
Lorelai and Rory looked at each other, and each one knew that the other was thinking, 'We've got to talk to Sookie."