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Memories
Chapter 8: The families
Tristan is slowly rocking Leila even though she is already asleep. He watches her with wonders. She is so tiny, yet so perfect. He is amazed watching her and realizes that she was conceived during one night. With a very small contribution from him and Rory, perfection was created. He walks over to Rory's old bedroom to put her in bed.
Leila is crying and won't stop. Tristan tries to comfort her but nothing makes her stop. Rory enters the room, her eyes half closed to take care of Leila. She sees Tristan's eyes asking for help when Leila turns around and sees her, Leila murmurs, "Ma… Ma… Mama"
Rory's eyes fills with tears, she gently takes her baby from Tristan's hands and holds her tight. She starts rocking the baby; the baby stops crying and closes her eyes. Five minutes later, Leila is asleep and Rory is being hold by Tristan while tears of joys run freely down her cheeks.
"You know, today she's eight months old and… it's the first time she said mama."
As Tristan comes out of the bedroom, a knock on the door is heard. Running to the door to make sure the intruder doesn't ring the bell and wakes up Leila, his father is revealed,
"I know I gave you some time off, but I just needed to talk to you." Tristan lets his father enters and invites him to sit on the couch with him.
"Tristan, I want more for you than Rory Gilmore!"
Tristan is burning as he screams, "Dad, I know you might not understand this but I love her! I don't care where she comes from!"
Mr. DuGrey gets up and says, "I don't care about that either. I just want you to be happy!"
"She makes me happy dad!"
Sighing, Mr. DuGrey replies, "But she doesn't love you back! And she left, you have to move on!" Tristan opens his mouth to reply but Mr. DuGrey speaks again, "I don't want you to live like I did! You mother never loved me back! I tried to believe that it would be enough that I love her for the both of us. But she just kept on hurting me."
"You know father, she does love me."
Looking at his son, Mr.DuGrey asks, "How do you know?"
Tristan smiles while he replies, "I feel the difference between us. Her love touched my heart. It's different than before, when we kiss, when we make love even when we sleep. She came back for me, because she finally realized that she loved me, and she's showing it to me all the time."
"Where is she now?"
"Out shopping for stuff missing for Leila."
"Can I see her?"
Rory walks up the driveway holding lots of shopping bags. She quietly opens the front door and is shocked at the picture in front of her. Tristan's father is sitting on her couch with Leila in his arms. His usually cold eyes are filled with happiness. She deposes her bags and sits in the chair facing the elder DuGrey.
She says, "I see that you have met your granddaughter."
Raising his eyes to look at her, Tristan's father replies, "She is perfect. It's good to see you again Rory."
"Thank you."
"Don't hurt my boy though, you made him suffer enough already."
"I don't want to hurt him; I just want to make him happy."
"Then marry him!"
"I can't, that's the only thing I can't give him."
Rory climbs down the stairs, dressed up for a dinner out. Tristan had only said to dress up. Six o'clock, ready, she is holding Leila, wondering what would be her surprise for tonight. When Tristan joins her in the living room, she asks, "You know I hate surprises Tristan. Just tell me where we're going."
Tristan whispers back, "Friday night Dinner."
Confusion clouds Rory's eyes.
"I can't believe that she left! How can she do that! Why didn't you do anything to stop her?" Emily screams at Tristan while he stares at his shoes.
He whispers, "She didn't say goodbye to me either. She just ran away."
Emily tells Tristan, "It's Friday today, why don't you come for Dinner? We could talk about it."
"Hum… Okay."
"Tristan, do you realize that she left three months ago?" Emily asks.
"I've been counting the minutes."
Smiling for the first time in a while, Emily murmurs, "I've always thought that you and Rory would end up together. You became like a grandson to me over the years. Let's make a pact, if Rory ever comes back, the first Friday you bring her for dinner. Just don't tell me before."
"Tristan, it's been a year already, we should stop hoping. Let's forget Friday night Dinner." Emily whispers as Tristan enters on the warm August day.
Tristan gives her a smile and says, "She will come back, when she's ready and there is no way that you'll make me stop coming on Fridays."
They are standing in front of the Gilmore Mansion is Hartford.
Tristan asks, "Are you ready?"
Rory shakes her head no.
Tristan waits a couple of minutes before asking again, "And now?"
Rory takes Tristan's hand and whispers, "Yes." She puts Leila into Tristan's arms before ringing the doorbell.
Emily opens the door. The second she sees Rory, she screams, "Richard! Richard! Come here right now!" Tears of joy flow down her cheeks as she takes Rory in her arms and whispers, "I still have a granddaughter. I didn't lose everything."
Richard starts walking toward the entrance, newspaper in hand and asks with an exasperated voice, "What the hell is happening Emily? You don't have to scream…" He sees Rory's face and runs to her, bringing Emily and Rory apart, he holds Rory in his arms and says, "Your better be back for good Rory. And never do that again. If you do I'll find you and you will regret ever being born!"
Emily looks at Tristan and sees Leila for the first time. She asks, "Tristan, who is the baby?"
A smile rises on Tristan's face as he says, "My daughter, and your great-granddaughter; Lorelai Faith Gilmore."
Emily holds the door frame, feeling weak.
They are in the Dining room eating when Emily says, "This is so great; I've already imagined the theme for the wedding a long time. This is going to be so much fun to organize!" Rory and Tristan exchange a look, without saying anything to contradict Emily.
Authors note: Give me some motivation, it makes my day and helps me fight writer's block! It also motivates my fingers to type!
Siaram.