Wow, it's been a while hasn't it? I'm so sorry you guys, you have no idea!
I'm going to try and end the story soon unless anybody has any ideas....
I'm open to anything! Ok...so shout outs first and then on with the story!
~S.Espino, Mandie and Kat: You guys are awesome! Thanks for reviewing!
~Cherrycola: Hmm.I have to give you your props, you caught me, I've been slacking, and I guess I didn't think it out, but considering you're the only person who caught it, I'm not too worried because it was, like you said, an easy mistake. But the reason nobody else caught it was because nobody else really cared, because it is fiction, so...deal ok? Stop looking for mistakes and just enjoy the story... Oh, and Have a nice day....
~AshleighDavis: OMG, why do you people point out the stupidest little things? Uno Dos Tres, who cares?! Lol....its really not a big deal, I'm not perfect, point some more out!
I'm sorry if I sound bitchy, but I have had a stressful last few weeks, and argh! Ok...On with the story.....
Oh, I think somebody asked what the name of my other story is at fictionpress.net, its The Trip of a Lifetime....its really good! Go read! Ok?
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The rest of their honeymoon was uneventful, but not by any means boring. They toured the city during the day, stealing some kisses here and there, and spent the nights making love. They regretfully went home, and back to their lives, but as a married couple.
The months passed so fast for Rory, she couldn't believe that in a matter of weeks she and Tristan would have their baby. They had found out that it was a girl, and had decided on naming her Angela Grace. Lorelai was a little upset that her daughter wasn't going to continue the tradition, but Rory promised that one of her daughters would be named Lorelai, she just didn't know which one.
The week before she was due, Rory and Paris planned to meet at a little diner in Hartford for lunch. Rory was walking/waddling down the street and noticed that she was late so she picked up her pace. By the time she made it to their table, she was 15 minutes late, and Paris was noticeably annoyed, but laughed it off when she seen the way Rory was walking.
"Jeez woman, you look like you're ready to pop!" Paris stated, reaching over to rub Rory's belly.
"I know, I cannot wait until this baby is out of me. And this staying at home all day crap sucks. I should have never agreed to quit my job until after the baby was born." Rory replied, taking a sip of her water.
"Well, it was for the best. How is my little Angel?" Paris asked, referring to the baby.
"She's fine, but she sure is active. When she's awake she never stops kicking, she's going to be a soccer player or something, maybe a swimmer." Rory replied, laughing.
"Hello ladies, are you all set?" Their waiter interrupted, pen and tiny notebook handy.
Rory looked at Paris, and then at the menu, and nodded, "Yea, I think we are. I'm going to have the Chef Salad with 2 breadsticks, and buttermilk ranch dressing." She said, feeling a little ping and then some pressure in her lower stomach.
The waiter nodded, and turned to Paris.
"Mmm, that sounds good, that's what I'll have, thank you." Paris said, handing him their menus.
He turned and walked away, and they continued their conversation.
"So, how goes the nursery construction?" Paris asked.
"Well, it's going good, the crib and changing table are all set up, and the walls are all decorated. And Tristan bought this amazing oak rocking chair; it's so beautiful. He's so excited, I think a little bit more than me. He cannot wait to spoil her." Rory replied, noticing that little ping go up the scale to a nice amount of pain, and then she felt a rush of fluid between her legs.
"Neither can I! When you go into labor you better call me, I want to be in that delivery room!" Paris said, not noticing the change in her friend's expression.
"I don't think I'll need to call you." Rory said, taking a deep breath, looking down and seeing that her water did, indeed, break.
"Why?"
"Because, the baby is coming now!" Rory yelled, clamping her eyes shut as a huge contraction came upon her.
Paris' head shot up and her eyes got big, "What do you mean now? She can't come now! We're in the middle of lunch!"
"Well, maybe she decided to join us!" She yelled, obviously in pain.
"Oh my god, somebody call an ambulance! She's having a baby!"
"Don't bother with the stupid ambulance, this baby is coming now, is there a doctor here?" Rory replied, practicing her Lamaze breathing.
When nobody stood up to claim that career, Rory moaned, "Oh great! Somebody has to know how to deliver a baby! Please?!"
"I do, I know how. I delivered my sister's baby." Their waiter said, rushing over to them.
"Thank God." Paris mumbled, watching him help Rory out of her chair and onto the floor, and letting her lean against the wall.
"Paris, call Tristan at work and tell him where we are and what's going on." Rory instructed, covering her legs with her jacket and sliding off her pants.
"I don't know the number! How am I supposed to call him?" Paris asked, freaking out.
"Its....in....my....cell....PHONE!" Rory screamed as another contraction came.
"Ok, ok, jeez. You don't need to yell." Paris mumbled, reaching into her friend's purse and grabbing her phone. She looked up the desired number and pressed "send." The call went through and Tristan's receptionist answered the phone. Paris asked for Tristan and was told that he was at lunch with a client. Paris thanked her and hung up.
She looked down at her friend who was obviously in excruciating pain, and watched the man between her legs instruct another employee to get some towels and a bowl of warm water because this baby was not waiting, and would be here within a few minutes.
"Rory, he's out of the office, he went to lunch with one of his clients. What do you want me to do?"
"Call....his....cell..." Rory replied, gritting her teeth, trying desperately hard not to push until instructed to.
Paris looked up his cell phone number and again hit "send."
On the second ring he picked up, "Hey gorgeous, how's your day been."
"Oh it's been peachy, I'm standing here watching my best friend in labor."
"Paris?"
"Yea, its me. Where are you? Rory's in labor!"
"What?! I'm at the Irish Pub, but I'm on my way to the hospital."
"No! We're not at a hospital, we're down at The Gardens. She went into labor at the lunch table! She's sitting here, on the floor, and our waiter is going to deliver your baby!"
"Oh my god, let me talk to her."
"Ok," Paris replied, and bent down to hand her friend the phone.
"Hello?" Rory breathed out.
"Hi baby, how are you?"
"How the hell do you think I am? I'm in labor, in a restaurant! Where are you?!"
"I'm on my way, only a few miles from where you are. I should be there in about 3 minutes."
"Ok, 3 minutes is good." Rory sighed, grateful for the brief time she had with no pain.
"No, 3 minutes is not good, this baby is coming, Rory you need to push." The waiter, a man named Michael, said.
"Tristan, you need to run like hell, do something, because....this....baby.....is....COMING!!" Rory screamed, as she started to push. She could feel the head moving down, and it hit the opening.
"I'm coming, I'm on my way. Just talk to me." Tristan said, praying he would get there before his daughter was born.
"Push again Rory." Rory pushed, and as she pushed, she yelled, "Oh my god! No more kids! None! Do you hear me?! NO MORE KIDS!"
"Oh yea, I hear you loud and clear." Tristan said, running in the door. He turned off his phone, and knelt down to grab her hand. "Hi baby."
"Its...about...damn...time!" Rory yelled, pushing again, hoping the head would come through this time, but it didn't.
"Ok, Rory, breathe. Take a second and breathe, you need to push hard and get this head out, then is smooth sailing." Michael said.
"I don't think I can. This is too hard." Rory replied, taking deep breaths.
"Come on Ror, give it one good, hard push. Do it for Angela." Tristan urged, squeezing her hand.
Rory nodded, took another deep breath, and pushed with all her might. She felt the head break the barrier and almost passed out from the pain, until she heard her baby girl scream, that brought her to full attention.
"Ha! It's a girl! A very big girl." Michael said, wrapping her in a towel and handing her to Rory. "I think we'll leave the cutting of the umbilical cord to a trained hospital staff."
"Good idea." Tristan replied, looking in awe at his beautiful wife holding their little creation.
"Tristan, look! She's here! She's really here." Rory said, holding on to her little bundle of joy.
"Yea, she is, she sure is." He looked at them again, and smiled. This was the point in his life where he was positive that this was truly, Meant To Be.
***
Well, there it is! I am thinking of writing a sequel, but I'm pretty sure this is the last chapter of Meant to Be. I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think ok? Review, Review, Review! And don't forget to read The Trip of a Lifetime, at www.fictionpress.net ok? Thanks! --Genna
~S.Espino, Mandie and Kat: You guys are awesome! Thanks for reviewing!
~Cherrycola: Hmm.I have to give you your props, you caught me, I've been slacking, and I guess I didn't think it out, but considering you're the only person who caught it, I'm not too worried because it was, like you said, an easy mistake. But the reason nobody else caught it was because nobody else really cared, because it is fiction, so...deal ok? Stop looking for mistakes and just enjoy the story... Oh, and Have a nice day....
~AshleighDavis: OMG, why do you people point out the stupidest little things? Uno Dos Tres, who cares?! Lol....its really not a big deal, I'm not perfect, point some more out!
I'm sorry if I sound bitchy, but I have had a stressful last few weeks, and argh! Ok...On with the story.....
Oh, I think somebody asked what the name of my other story is at fictionpress.net, its The Trip of a Lifetime....its really good! Go read! Ok?
***
The rest of their honeymoon was uneventful, but not by any means boring. They toured the city during the day, stealing some kisses here and there, and spent the nights making love. They regretfully went home, and back to their lives, but as a married couple.
The months passed so fast for Rory, she couldn't believe that in a matter of weeks she and Tristan would have their baby. They had found out that it was a girl, and had decided on naming her Angela Grace. Lorelai was a little upset that her daughter wasn't going to continue the tradition, but Rory promised that one of her daughters would be named Lorelai, she just didn't know which one.
The week before she was due, Rory and Paris planned to meet at a little diner in Hartford for lunch. Rory was walking/waddling down the street and noticed that she was late so she picked up her pace. By the time she made it to their table, she was 15 minutes late, and Paris was noticeably annoyed, but laughed it off when she seen the way Rory was walking.
"Jeez woman, you look like you're ready to pop!" Paris stated, reaching over to rub Rory's belly.
"I know, I cannot wait until this baby is out of me. And this staying at home all day crap sucks. I should have never agreed to quit my job until after the baby was born." Rory replied, taking a sip of her water.
"Well, it was for the best. How is my little Angel?" Paris asked, referring to the baby.
"She's fine, but she sure is active. When she's awake she never stops kicking, she's going to be a soccer player or something, maybe a swimmer." Rory replied, laughing.
"Hello ladies, are you all set?" Their waiter interrupted, pen and tiny notebook handy.
Rory looked at Paris, and then at the menu, and nodded, "Yea, I think we are. I'm going to have the Chef Salad with 2 breadsticks, and buttermilk ranch dressing." She said, feeling a little ping and then some pressure in her lower stomach.
The waiter nodded, and turned to Paris.
"Mmm, that sounds good, that's what I'll have, thank you." Paris said, handing him their menus.
He turned and walked away, and they continued their conversation.
"So, how goes the nursery construction?" Paris asked.
"Well, it's going good, the crib and changing table are all set up, and the walls are all decorated. And Tristan bought this amazing oak rocking chair; it's so beautiful. He's so excited, I think a little bit more than me. He cannot wait to spoil her." Rory replied, noticing that little ping go up the scale to a nice amount of pain, and then she felt a rush of fluid between her legs.
"Neither can I! When you go into labor you better call me, I want to be in that delivery room!" Paris said, not noticing the change in her friend's expression.
"I don't think I'll need to call you." Rory said, taking a deep breath, looking down and seeing that her water did, indeed, break.
"Why?"
"Because, the baby is coming now!" Rory yelled, clamping her eyes shut as a huge contraction came upon her.
Paris' head shot up and her eyes got big, "What do you mean now? She can't come now! We're in the middle of lunch!"
"Well, maybe she decided to join us!" She yelled, obviously in pain.
"Oh my god, somebody call an ambulance! She's having a baby!"
"Don't bother with the stupid ambulance, this baby is coming now, is there a doctor here?" Rory replied, practicing her Lamaze breathing.
When nobody stood up to claim that career, Rory moaned, "Oh great! Somebody has to know how to deliver a baby! Please?!"
"I do, I know how. I delivered my sister's baby." Their waiter said, rushing over to them.
"Thank God." Paris mumbled, watching him help Rory out of her chair and onto the floor, and letting her lean against the wall.
"Paris, call Tristan at work and tell him where we are and what's going on." Rory instructed, covering her legs with her jacket and sliding off her pants.
"I don't know the number! How am I supposed to call him?" Paris asked, freaking out.
"Its....in....my....cell....PHONE!" Rory screamed as another contraction came.
"Ok, ok, jeez. You don't need to yell." Paris mumbled, reaching into her friend's purse and grabbing her phone. She looked up the desired number and pressed "send." The call went through and Tristan's receptionist answered the phone. Paris asked for Tristan and was told that he was at lunch with a client. Paris thanked her and hung up.
She looked down at her friend who was obviously in excruciating pain, and watched the man between her legs instruct another employee to get some towels and a bowl of warm water because this baby was not waiting, and would be here within a few minutes.
"Rory, he's out of the office, he went to lunch with one of his clients. What do you want me to do?"
"Call....his....cell..." Rory replied, gritting her teeth, trying desperately hard not to push until instructed to.
Paris looked up his cell phone number and again hit "send."
On the second ring he picked up, "Hey gorgeous, how's your day been."
"Oh it's been peachy, I'm standing here watching my best friend in labor."
"Paris?"
"Yea, its me. Where are you? Rory's in labor!"
"What?! I'm at the Irish Pub, but I'm on my way to the hospital."
"No! We're not at a hospital, we're down at The Gardens. She went into labor at the lunch table! She's sitting here, on the floor, and our waiter is going to deliver your baby!"
"Oh my god, let me talk to her."
"Ok," Paris replied, and bent down to hand her friend the phone.
"Hello?" Rory breathed out.
"Hi baby, how are you?"
"How the hell do you think I am? I'm in labor, in a restaurant! Where are you?!"
"I'm on my way, only a few miles from where you are. I should be there in about 3 minutes."
"Ok, 3 minutes is good." Rory sighed, grateful for the brief time she had with no pain.
"No, 3 minutes is not good, this baby is coming, Rory you need to push." The waiter, a man named Michael, said.
"Tristan, you need to run like hell, do something, because....this....baby.....is....COMING!!" Rory screamed, as she started to push. She could feel the head moving down, and it hit the opening.
"I'm coming, I'm on my way. Just talk to me." Tristan said, praying he would get there before his daughter was born.
"Push again Rory." Rory pushed, and as she pushed, she yelled, "Oh my god! No more kids! None! Do you hear me?! NO MORE KIDS!"
"Oh yea, I hear you loud and clear." Tristan said, running in the door. He turned off his phone, and knelt down to grab her hand. "Hi baby."
"Its...about...damn...time!" Rory yelled, pushing again, hoping the head would come through this time, but it didn't.
"Ok, Rory, breathe. Take a second and breathe, you need to push hard and get this head out, then is smooth sailing." Michael said.
"I don't think I can. This is too hard." Rory replied, taking deep breaths.
"Come on Ror, give it one good, hard push. Do it for Angela." Tristan urged, squeezing her hand.
Rory nodded, took another deep breath, and pushed with all her might. She felt the head break the barrier and almost passed out from the pain, until she heard her baby girl scream, that brought her to full attention.
"Ha! It's a girl! A very big girl." Michael said, wrapping her in a towel and handing her to Rory. "I think we'll leave the cutting of the umbilical cord to a trained hospital staff."
"Good idea." Tristan replied, looking in awe at his beautiful wife holding their little creation.
"Tristan, look! She's here! She's really here." Rory said, holding on to her little bundle of joy.
"Yea, she is, she sure is." He looked at them again, and smiled. This was the point in his life where he was positive that this was truly, Meant To Be.
***
Well, there it is! I am thinking of writing a sequel, but I'm pretty sure this is the last chapter of Meant to Be. I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think ok? Review, Review, Review! And don't forget to read The Trip of a Lifetime, at www.fictionpress.net ok? Thanks! --Genna