Tristan was going to be there any minute. She had the place all ready. The round, 4 fitting table, was set up for two. On that table were a red tablecloth, two candles burning, and two plates, with their own silverware. This night was going to be perfect. Rory wanted it to be perfect.

The dinner was prepared to have the salad first, and then the maids were to bring out the main course. Every thing was planed.

All Rory had to do was wait for that front door to open.

She waited.

And waited.

And waited.

She waited for about an hour, and then realized it wasn't going to open.

Rory took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and dropped her head. This wasn't the first time he didn't show. He had done it about 3 times in the last year, right now it was October. She should have known better now.

Rory waved her hand, motioning the salads to come out.

And there she sat, eating her dinner alone.

¤ After Rory's Dinner ¤

Rory was cleaning the counters. She had to do something. Something she could take her anger out on. And that's what she did. She was in the middle of cleaning the stove when she heard the door open.

She didn't look back, but instead looked at the clock on the top of the stove. 10:27, it read. Then, she continued cleaning.

"Rory." Rory felt him breeze into the kitchen.

"Ror-."

He didn't finish when he saw Rory turn around and look at him with disappointing eyes.

"I am so, so sorry, Rory," Tristan pleaded, "I just got held up in-."

"Leftovers are in the fridge," Rory interrupted him, then through her sponge on the counter. "Have fun."

With that, Rory walked past him, up the stairs, and to their room.

She undressed, into her pajamas, and sneaked into the bed. About 5 minutes later, she heard the door creak open, and someone walk in after it. Then she felt Tristan get into the bed with her. Rory stayed on her side, facing the opposite way.

"Come on, Rory, don't be mad at me."

Rory didn't say anything. She just lay there.

When Tristan realized she was really angry, he, too, got a little mad.

"You shouldn't be mad; I should be the one that gets mad."

This made Rory steaming, "What?!" she asked while sitting up.

"Oh, please Rory, you haven't had sex with me in a month!"

"Well maybe I didn't feel like it!"

"You have been saying some excuse to just get out of it. Well, I'm tired of it. You and I used to do it all the time."

"Well that was when we just found out that---," Rory realized the tears running down her cheeks. "How dare you?" she gritted through her teeth. Then she got out of the bed. She had to get out of there. Away from him. She couldn't stand him right now.

"Rory, where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk." Rory grabbed her green jacket, the one that almost reached her ankles, and her slip-on shoes. She walked to the door, and added, "Don't wait up for me to come back."

¤

Rory ran hastily down the stairs and quickly out the door.

She finally put on her articles in her hands. She breathed in the fresh air, and started to walk down one of the best of Hartford streets. She couldn't believe he made that crack about usually having sex with him a lot.

¤ Flashback ¤

Tristan and Rory were settled in the tiny doctor's office. The doctor walked in the room and sat in the office chair.

"So what is it? Why haven't I gotten pregnant yet?" Rory asked. They had just run her a dozen tests. She hoped they had good news.

"Rory, this is very rare in such an age as you," the doctor stated.

"We just want to know," Tristan rubbed his wife's back.

"Rory's body doesn't have the proper function needed to get a fetus growing." The doctor waited for the news to sink in. It was a very quiet doctor's room as Rory silent cried and Tristan hugged her from the side.

After about 5 minutes in a silent office, Rory quietly asked, "Will I ever be able to be pregnant?"

The doctor looked at her with sadden eyes. "The odds are about 1 out of 10."

¤ Flashback end ¤

Rory started crying harder from that memory. It was one of the most difficult days of her life. After that day, Rory and Tristan tried their hardest to produce a baby. Rory soon got bored and saddened in waiting for a baby that would never come.

A/N: Very long, I am proud in myself. Please review and tell me what you think.

Lori