A/N: Well SonnyAngel, Dean definitely has two babies on the way, but not in the way you think. Thanks everybody for all the reviews. Now enough with my hinting and on with the story!
Disclaimer: GG isn't mine. You know that by now
Chapter 13: She's Having My Baby
"Thank you," Tristan said, hanging up the phone. He was in a daze. A Daddy. Well surely the baby wasn't his, but why did the nurse's words affect him so? Why did he have this feeling that he wanted to be the child's baby more than anything in the world?
Rory emerged from the bathroom. "Who was it?"
Tristan looked up at her, his eyes shifting back into focus. "Dr. Carey's office," he said. He watched Rory stop in her tracks.
"What did they tell you?"
He smiled. "You're having a baby."
Rory's eyes grew wide, and after several seconds she grinned. Tristan stood and pulled her into his arms.
She laughed. "It's so wonderful knowing!" she said.
Tristan kissed her forehead and they sat down on the couch. "I'm a mom," she whispered to herself, allowing the words to sink in. She sighed. "Now I have to tell him."
"Now?" Tristan asked.
"He deserves to know," Rory answered. "How do I do this? How do I tell him that I'm pregnant with his child now that I know his wife is too?"
Tristan shrugged. "I've never been pregnant with my ex's child. I wouldn't know."
Rory smiled and hit him playfully. She took a deep breath. "I'm just going to have to wing it." She picked up her phone from where Tristan had set it on the cushions. His number was still on speed dial, and Rory pressed the number 2 down to call his cell phone.
He answered on the first ring.
"It's me," she said. "I have something to tell you."
"Hey Rory! Guess what, I have the best news! Lindsay went for a sonogram today, and they told us she's pregnant with twins! Twins! Can you believe it?"
"Wow, that's pretty amazing," she answered weakly. "Congratulations."
"Thanks. So, you were going to tell me something?"
Rory leaned her head back against the back of the couch. Tristan immediately began playing with her hair. "No. No, I just wanted to ask you something. I forgot if it was Luke or Owen Wilson in the movie Home Fries. But I just found the movie case and its Luke."
"Oh. All right. So, I'll see you around."
"Yah. See ya." She hung up the phone and squeezed her eyes closed tightly. Tears started falling down her cheeks.
"You didn't tell him?"
She shook her head wordlessly.
"You didn't even ask him to meet you somewhere so you could tell him?"
Rory shook her head again. "Lindsay's pregnant," she said, exasperated.
"Mare, we already established that. And if he really loves you like he said he did, then he would be here for you."
"With TWINS!" Rory sobbed.
Tristan's eyes opened wide. "Twins?"
"God! What the hell do I have to do, have triplets?"
"It's still a posibility. You haven't had a sonogram yet," Tristan answered.
"When the hell did this become a fucking competition?" Rory said loudly. "She's having two babies, chances are, I'm having one. If I asked him to walk away from Lindsay and a single child, that would be horrible. Asking him to walk away from Lindsay and two innocent children would be so completely wrong that I couldn't even tell him about mine. Because I know he would consider leaving them. And he can't do that. He can't screw up two little babies' lives. They need a daddy now more than mine does."
Tristan leaned his head back against the couch like Rory. He stared at the ceiling. This was an awful situation. Rory had sex once, got pregnant, and is left without a father for her child. He knew what it was like to grow up without a father. Sure his dad was around, but not really. Living in the same house as a son does not qualify you as a father. Spending time with a child and loving them makes you a father. Now this little innocent baby will have to experience all the heartache he had.
The nurse's words echoed in the back of his mind. "You're going to be a Daddy." Those words had touched him, made him want it. He sat up, his mind made up.
"I'll do it."
"Do what?" Rory sobbed.
"Be your baby's daddy."
Rory gave him a look of disbelief. "And why would you do that?"
"Rory, you're my best friend. You're the only person I've ever met that I can be real with, and you're real with me too. This could work. We can raise the kid together."
"Once again, I have to ask you why you would do this. Claiming this baby as your own? That's telling the world we slept together and that is you taking all the grief from your family. Do you really want that?"
"Ror, my dad was never around when I was growing up. He lived at our house, ate dinner with us. But never once did we play basketball or monopoly or go camping. We never did anything remotely father/son related. The only time I can ever remember him being involved in my life is the day he made the decision to ship me off to military school. But controlling my life like that doesn't make him my dad. I never had a real dad, and neither did you. Don't you want your son or daughter to have a different childhood than you did?"
"I was happy when I was little. I had a great childhood, my mom made sure of that. But I'm not going to lie; I always dreamed I had a dad around. But we weren't ever going to be a Leave it to Beaver family, I excepted that."
"I'm offering that to you now."
She looked at him; saw the earnest look in his eyes. "I still don't understand why. Tristan, you're in college. In Harvard! You have the potential and the resources to go far in life, do great things. Why would you throw that all away just so that you could make a little kid happy?"
"Because I love you Rory," he said. "I don't want you to have to go through this alone."
She sighed, not catching the confession of his feelings.
"It'll work Mary," he said eagerly. "We'll get an apartment near your school and we'll be a great big happy family."
"But you would have to commute two hours every day to go to school. Tristan, it wouldn't work."
"I'll pick classes that are all on the same days. It'll only be about four days a week if I schedule everything right."
Rory shook her head. "That won't work."
"We'll make it work."
"We'll get an apartment in-between Yale and Harvard. That way we'll have an equal commute."
"Good idea," Tristan said. Then the realization of what she had just said kicked in. "Wait, you're agreeing to this?"
She nodded.
He jumped up and threw his arms around her and laughed, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
Rory stopped laughing suddenly. "Tris, I have to tell you something."
He stopped laughing too. "What?"
"If you really want to go through with this, you have a right to know who the father is."
"Mare, you don't have to."
"Yes I do. It's the only way I can give you a fair way to back down."
"Back down? It can't be that bad can it? I mean, it's not like it's that Bag Boy guy or anything." Tristan was smiling, telling a joke. But he watched with horror as Rory's gaze fell to the floor and she began to study the carpet.
"Shit." he said, sinking back down onto the couch. "So 'Bob' is Dean?" he asked.
Rory nodded.
"Fucking asshole!" Tristan yelled. "It's just like him to cheat on his wife and leave you pregnant and stranded."
"I'm hardly stranded," Rory cried. "And that's not even fair because he doesn't know the truth!"
"He's still a jackass."
"Rory, Tristan?" Lorelai called, walking in the front door. "What's all the shouting about?"
Tristan looked at Rory, and she nodded.
"Will you come sit down for a second?"
Lorelai sat; already having a feeling she knew what her daughter was going to tell her.
"I'm pregnant," she said simply, not bothering with fancy preludes and excuses.
Tristan felt Rory squeeze his leg, bracing herself for her mother's reaction.
Lorelai pulled her daughter into a hug, understanding, forgiving and forgetting everything that had passed between them over the past two months. None of that mattered anymore. Lorelai understood that Rory was pregnant, and nothing was going to change it. Even though she was sad and felt like all her dreams for her daughter had been ripped away, Lorelai understood better than anyone that what Rory needed was her mother. And so she gave it back to her.
