AN: Sorry I haven't posted in a long time. My comp. had been down so I couldn't get to anything, and then when we got back, Word wasn't on it, and we lost the disk, so I couldn't write anything... anyways... read on.
Chapter 4: Medicine
Tristan returned home around 10:45. He opened the door to his room and noticed his angelic wife already asleep. He smiled to himself, and started to undress.
When he was just in his boxers, he entered the bed, and slipped one arm over Rory.
Rory jumped a little, stirred, and finally opened her drooping eyes.
"Hey Baby," Tristan said.
"Hi," Rory said drowsily. "I was thinking," she said slowly, "that if you wanted to come to my class, sometime, I wouldn't mind."
Tristan was confused, "What's with the sudden change of mind?"
Rory blinked sleepily, "I don't know, I just miss you."
Tristan kissed Rory's nose. "Goodnight, sweetie."
"Night, babe."
Next Morning Tristan is staying home today
Rory awoke in Tristan's arms, again. But this time she was feeling quite sick. But that would not stop her from going to school.
She tried to exit his arms without waking him up, and she was successful, but she sneezed, and that woke him up.
Rory grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and blew her nose.
"Honey, you're sick," Tristan stated.
"Yeah, it's probably one of those 24 hour bugs."
Tristan raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," Rory nodded and blew her stuffed up nose again.
"Okay, but if you wanted to stay home today, I wouldn't mind."
"No I need to go today. I am starting my class on Great Gatsby, and I need-," she sneezed, "to be there."
Tristan looked at her weirdly, "Are you sure? You seem pretty sick."
Rory took a deep breath, "I'm sure."
School – Third Period
"Okay, we are-," cough, "-starting a new book today," Rory struggled. She didn't take any medicine when she was going out of the house today, and she really regretted it. "The Great Gatsby."
Rory took the books out of the box, and handed them out. "Start reading to the third chapter, whatever you don't-," sneeze, "don't get done in class, you will finish for homework. Begin."
Rory felt like hell. For all she knew, she was hell. 'Why didn't I stay home again?' she asked herself. For the first time this period, she sat down, and it felt like heaven.
2 seconds after her butt hit the chair, there was a knock on the door. "Ugh," she groaned loudly, "Mary?" she asked, who was closest to the door, "Could you get that, please?"
"Sure Ms. Gilmore." The young girl got up out of her seat, and opened the door.
Rory heard muffling coming and then Mary moved back to her seat, and a tall guy walked in. He was wearing a baseball cap, and shades across his eyes, and was holding a brown, paper bag in his hands.
"Yes, may I help you?" Rory asked.
"Well I suppose so," a familiar voice replied.
Rory's face brightened up. "Tristan?" she whispered.
Tristan walked in front of the desk, back facing the class, and took off his sunglasses. "Ah!" Rory screamed, and ran into his arms.
"Hey, baby," Tristan greeted and stepped back. He looked at his wife, all congested, and was glad he came.
"So, what's in the bag?" Rory asked, hoping it was something good.
"Well, sit down and I will show you."
Rory walked back to her seat, and sat down.
Tristan was still stationed in front of the desk. He pulled a content from his bag. "Cough syrup, for your throat." Rory smiled. Tristan pulled out another content. "Sprite, for your stomach." Rory's smile grew wider. And he pulled the final item out of his bag. "Extra-soft tissues, for your nose."
Rory looked incredulously at her wonderful husband. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetie."
Rory looked around the room. She know saw that all the eyes were staring at her and Tristan.
Rory looked back at him, and asked in a whisper, "You wanna meet my class?"
Tristan smiled and nodded.
Rory got up from her seat, and walked over to Tristan, who was now turned around. "Class, I want you to meet my husband, Tristan DuGrey."
The class sat there, in shock, with their mouths open.