a/n: dean/rory fans will hate me. No flames please. Consider yourself warned. and here is the chapter where the story really begins.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Gilmore girls. Stop asking.
Chapter Ten: Trouble in Paradise
"Bob time?" Tristan asked when Rory looked at her watch.
"Yup. I'll see you tonight for dinner, okay?"
"Do you wanna just order room service in my room? It's July 1. There's new movies on in-demand."
"Finally!" Rory said. "I am so sick of hearing you quote Lord of the Rings."
She waved and left him sitting at Luke's. Over the six weeks they had settled into a routine. Sunday mornings she had breakfast with Tristan, and then went to see Dean at Lane's. By six o'clock she was back with Tristan for dinner together. These days she hung out with him everyday. They went shopping, saw a movie, or sometimes just took a drive so they could talk. At first Rory felt guilty about the way she was ignoring her mother. But now things were so strained between them she was grateful to get out of the house and be in Tristan's company.
Besides, he knew she went to meet "Bob" every week. He also knew and accepted the fact that she did not sleep with him on those occasions. Tristan actually trusted her word.
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"Dean, can you come in here for a minute?"
Dean turned around, surprised by her voice. "I thought you already left for church."
"I'm not going today. We need to talk."
Dean nodded and took a seat in the living room opposite his wife.
"There's a slight complication with our divorce," Lindsay said.
"What? Are you having second thoughts?"
"I'm pregnant."
Dean's eyebrows rose. "You're…what? How long?"
"Three months. I went to the doctor yesterday."
He sighed. "This definitely complicates things."
"What do we do?" Lindsay asked.
"Call off the divorce."
"What? That's crazy!"
"Why? Lindsay, we're going to have a baby. We can't just end this now."
"What about all the reasons why we wanted the divorce in the first place? Do they all just suddenly disappear now that I'm pregnant?"
"We'll go to counseling."
"Counseling won't change the fact that stupidity and naiveté drove us to the alter."
"No, but it will help us get past it and grow up. Lindsay, I wouldn't just leave you and my baby. I want to think you know me better than that."
"I do Dean. Do you really think we can work things out?"
"I do. Lindsay, we're young. It can't be that hard. Listen, I was going to run to the store, do you need anything?"
"Pickles."
"Sliced or whole?"
Lindsay laughed. "Just a little pregnancy humor for you. I don't need anything," she stood up and kissed him. "I think this can work."
Dean put his hand on her stomach protectively. "I know it can."
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Rory opened the door for Dean. "You're late." She stopped smiling when she saw his solemn expression. "What's wrong?"
"We need to talk."
Rory nodded and silently closed the door. They sat down in the living room.
"I just found out that Lindsay's pregnant."
Rory looked down at her hands. "Congratulations."
Dean let out a sarcastic laugh then sighed. "We're canceling the divorce."
"Of course. Your baby deserves a daddy."
He looked into her hurt eyes. "Rory, I'm so sorry. I didn't want this to happen."
"I know. But what we had was just too good to be true, wasn't it. Things like that never last."
"She's three months along. I don't want you to think that we were-"
"I know you wouldn't," Rory said.
Dean sighed. "I should go. I told her I was just going to the store."
Rory nodded, trying to hold back the tears that were clouding her vision. "I hope you find happiness with her Dean. You both deserve it."
He opened the door. "I am so sorry."
She smiled sadly and nodded. "I know."
"Bye then."
"Bye."
He walked outside and closed the door. Rory waited until she heard him drive away to break down.
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"I'm coming!" Tristan yelled for the third time in response to the insistent knocking on his door. He quickly grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower, wrapping it around himself tightly.
He pulled the door open to see Rory crying in the hallway. He ushered her in quickly, closing the door so that her grandmother wouldn't come down the hall and see her.
"My God. What's wrong?"
She pulled herself against him and cried, her tears mixing with the warm water his shower had left mingling on his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.
"What happened?" he asked, this time in a more soothing tone. "What did he do to you?"
"D- his wife is pregnant," she whispered. Her voice was almost inaudible against his chest, but Tristan managed to catch her words.
"Did he decide to stay with her?"
She nodded, lifting her head. "And that's one of the things I love about him. He takes responsibility of his actions." She laughed bitterly.
Tristan took her hand and led her from the hallway to his bedroom. "Get in," he instructed, pointing to the bed.
"What?" she sniffled.
"Get comfortable. It'll make you feel better."
She sniffled again and obeyed. Tristan fluffed the pillows as she pulled back the covers. He crossed the room to the phone and dialed room service.
"Two large pizzas and some chocolate ice cream please."
"Cookie dough," Rory corrected him from the bed.
He smiled at the receiver and shook his head. "Make that cookie dough ice cream. Suite 916 A please." It amazed him that she could be in so much pain and still care about what kind of ice cream she ate.
She was under the covers, curled in a ball. Tristan went into the adjoining bathroom and slipped on a pair of boxers. He returned to the bedroom where Rory was sniffling quietly. He got in bed next to her, and she immediately wrapped her arms around him.
It took half an hour for the food to get to the room, and in that time Rory told Tristan everything, all the details of their conversation and how devastated she felt. They ate a whole pizza and a half and a large amount of the ice cream while watching Mean Girls on in-demand. Rory fell asleep near the end of the movie, and Tristan didn't have the heart to wake her.
a/n: aren't I mean?
