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Rory walked quickly over to the desk with Paris on her heels.
"Tristan?" He turned around and studied the faces in front of him.
"Paris! Rory! Hey." He gave them both hugs.
The threesome had met up at Yale, and although Paris and Rory were never good friends with Tristan, they were on good terms.
"What's going on?" Rory said, shifting her eyes to the desk behind him.
"Oh, I made reservations here 6 weeks ago and they don't have my name on the list. Which means Abby, Amy, and I will have to go home. And I promised the girls a winter vacation." He said, frustrated.
"Abby and Amy?" Paris asked.
"My daughters. Girls," He turned to the little blondes. "I would like you to meet my friends, Rory Manning and Paris Mariano. Rory, Paris, these are my daughters, Abigail Leah Dugrey and Amy Laura Dugrey. Abby and Amy."
"Oh. Who's their mother?" Paris said.
"Summer."
"Summer?"
"Yeah. We met up about 13 years ago and got married. But we got divorced 6 years ago, right after the girls were born."
"Hmmm.."
"Listen, I'd really love to talk to you guys, but I have to get this thing straightened out. We need some rooms. Actually, one room." He said with a laugh.
"You can stay with us." Rory blurted out.
Paris raised an eyebrow at her.
"You?"
"Yeah. Paris, Jess, Elizabeth, Sean, Faith, Haley, Jamie, Emma, Dillon, Mom, Luke, my grandparents, Lane, Dave, Chris, Caits, Cordy, and me."
"Are you kidding me? You'd have room?"
"Yeah. We have the lodge manor for two weeks. 10 bedrooms, and coincidentally, we are only using 9."
"That's really nice of you, Rory, but what about the 18 other people staying with you. I wouldn't want to barge in on your Christmas."
"They won't mind, you're not barging in, and what about your Christmas? You have your girls to think about, Tristan. They need a good holiday."
"Well..ok, if you're sure it's ok."
"I'm sure. Right, Paris?"
"Right."
"Great. Well, our bags are over there."
"How about a little dinner first, and then we can show you guys over to the house." Rory said.
He nodded.
"Mom?"
"Yeah, Ror."
"You remember Tristan, right?"
"Yeah. Hi Tristan."
"Hi, Lorelai."
"Well anyway, Mom, Tristan's reservations fell through. He came all the way up here with his daughters, Abby and Amy, and I felt horrible about him going all the way home. So I offered him our spare room."
Tristan watched closely for her reaction.
"That's great! I'm sorry about your plans, Tristan, but it's great that you can stay with us now."
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"The more the merrier." She smiled.
"TABLE FOR 19!" The voice came over the intercom.
"Better make that 22." Rory said with a laugh.
*~*~*~*~*~
½ hour later.
"So Tristan, how old are your girls?" Lorelai asked.
"Six." He said.
"Hey, that's the same age as Jamie and Elizabeth." Haley piped up.
"Oh really? And who do Jamie and Elizabeth belong to again?" Tristan had been given quick introductions but couldn't remember some of the names.
"Jamie is mine, and Elizabeth is Aunt Paris and Uncle Jess's daughter." Haley said.
"Ahh, yes. I remember." He said with a grin.
"I just want to thank you all again for letting my girls and me join in on your holiday festivities. It really means a lot to me." Tristan said.
"It's nice to have you, Tristan." Faith said with a smile.
"I'll drink to that." Rory lifted her glass. "To friendships, family, and holiday togetherness. Cheers."
"CHEERS"
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What do you think? Lemme know lemme know!
3 Abby
Rory walked quickly over to the desk with Paris on her heels.
"Tristan?" He turned around and studied the faces in front of him.
"Paris! Rory! Hey." He gave them both hugs.
The threesome had met up at Yale, and although Paris and Rory were never good friends with Tristan, they were on good terms.
"What's going on?" Rory said, shifting her eyes to the desk behind him.
"Oh, I made reservations here 6 weeks ago and they don't have my name on the list. Which means Abby, Amy, and I will have to go home. And I promised the girls a winter vacation." He said, frustrated.
"Abby and Amy?" Paris asked.
"My daughters. Girls," He turned to the little blondes. "I would like you to meet my friends, Rory Manning and Paris Mariano. Rory, Paris, these are my daughters, Abigail Leah Dugrey and Amy Laura Dugrey. Abby and Amy."
"Oh. Who's their mother?" Paris said.
"Summer."
"Summer?"
"Yeah. We met up about 13 years ago and got married. But we got divorced 6 years ago, right after the girls were born."
"Hmmm.."
"Listen, I'd really love to talk to you guys, but I have to get this thing straightened out. We need some rooms. Actually, one room." He said with a laugh.
"You can stay with us." Rory blurted out.
Paris raised an eyebrow at her.
"You?"
"Yeah. Paris, Jess, Elizabeth, Sean, Faith, Haley, Jamie, Emma, Dillon, Mom, Luke, my grandparents, Lane, Dave, Chris, Caits, Cordy, and me."
"Are you kidding me? You'd have room?"
"Yeah. We have the lodge manor for two weeks. 10 bedrooms, and coincidentally, we are only using 9."
"That's really nice of you, Rory, but what about the 18 other people staying with you. I wouldn't want to barge in on your Christmas."
"They won't mind, you're not barging in, and what about your Christmas? You have your girls to think about, Tristan. They need a good holiday."
"Well..ok, if you're sure it's ok."
"I'm sure. Right, Paris?"
"Right."
"Great. Well, our bags are over there."
"How about a little dinner first, and then we can show you guys over to the house." Rory said.
He nodded.
"Mom?"
"Yeah, Ror."
"You remember Tristan, right?"
"Yeah. Hi Tristan."
"Hi, Lorelai."
"Well anyway, Mom, Tristan's reservations fell through. He came all the way up here with his daughters, Abby and Amy, and I felt horrible about him going all the way home. So I offered him our spare room."
Tristan watched closely for her reaction.
"That's great! I'm sorry about your plans, Tristan, but it's great that you can stay with us now."
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"The more the merrier." She smiled.
"TABLE FOR 19!" The voice came over the intercom.
"Better make that 22." Rory said with a laugh.
*~*~*~*~*~
½ hour later.
"So Tristan, how old are your girls?" Lorelai asked.
"Six." He said.
"Hey, that's the same age as Jamie and Elizabeth." Haley piped up.
"Oh really? And who do Jamie and Elizabeth belong to again?" Tristan had been given quick introductions but couldn't remember some of the names.
"Jamie is mine, and Elizabeth is Aunt Paris and Uncle Jess's daughter." Haley said.
"Ahh, yes. I remember." He said with a grin.
"I just want to thank you all again for letting my girls and me join in on your holiday festivities. It really means a lot to me." Tristan said.
"It's nice to have you, Tristan." Faith said with a smile.
"I'll drink to that." Rory lifted her glass. "To friendships, family, and holiday togetherness. Cheers."
"CHEERS"
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What do you think? Lemme know lemme know!
3 Abby