A/N: Thanks for all your wonderful reviews, I love it! Ha! To all you people out there who didn't think this story would work! Ha!

Disclaimer: I wish a lot of things. Owning Gilmore Girls would be one of them. But if I did own it... what do you think I would write fan fiction for, when I could make it to what I wanted it to be?

Summary: Will Rory and Tristan's marriage last, after it starts to unravel?

Chapter 12: New

Rory threw up again. She sat down on the floor and wiped her mouth with the washcloth. What was wrong? She could honestly say she didn't know.

Wait...

No... it couldn't be. She couldn't-

Rory didn't want to not know. She wanted to know for sure. So she grabbed her purse on her way to the front door, and exited, on her way to the doctor's office.

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"Well, Mrs. DuGrey," Rory cringed at the name, but he kept on going, "Congratulations!"

Rory was speechless. She was... no. "Wha-What?" she asked him, not sure what he was telling her. She couldn't be-

"Pregnant, you are. It's positive."

Rory's face lightened up. She was pregnant. Pregnant! "Oh, my god!" she screamed, a smile, her breathing shortening to gasps as she tried to grasp this new member to the family that was currently inside her body, growing.

"Where's Tristan today?" the doctor asked.

Rory's face dimmed a little, but she covered it up. "He-he couldn't make it today."

"Well, that's unfortunate. Do you want me to call him up and tell him the good news-"

"No!" Rory almost shouted, "I mean, I'd really like to tell him myself... if that's alright with you...?"

"Well, of course!"

Rory and the doctor made out all the plans: what days the check ups were, and that such.

When Rory entered the home she had spent about 3 years in, she went into her guestroom, and collapsed on the bed. She started to cry. The best thing in her entire life had to come when the 2nd had just left. Now, wasn't that just ironic... don't you think.

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"In your seats," Rory said as she sat on her desk.

On this very same Monday morning, when she was in the middle of puking her brains out, she realized that it was really over. Her rings were gone, and he had left. She spent the rest of the morning crying.

Through bloodshot eyes she told them, "Now, today, um we have to read the next 2 chapter in our book, but I think I am just going to have you read them silently, do any of you have a problem with that?"

Rory bit her bottom lip to stop her from crying again that morning. "Good."

She went back to her desk and started to look things up on the internet. But she never really acknowledged what she was doing, because her mind was on elsewhere.

The door burst open and everybody, including Rory, raised their heads to the person standing in the middle of the door frame.

"I need to talk to you," he said pointing at Rory.

Rory started to fume with anger. He interrupted her class again!

"Get out," she commanded cruelly, spitting it at him. She stood up to make him cave.

"No, not until you talk to me," Tristan walked closer to her.

"Get away from me!" she screamed as she backed up, starting to cry. "We have nothing to talk about!"

"Come on, Rory, we're married!"

"No, we're not!" she softened her voice and instead made it more hurtful, tears streaming down her cheeks, "not anymore."

"Just because you gave me your ring doesn't mean that we're not married; we have to get divorced first."

"Well, I've moved on."

"It doesn't look like it from where I'm standing," Tristan said, noticing her bloodshot eyes.

"Move then!" she shouted.

She pushed past him but he grabbed her arm. "We're not done."

"No, Tristan, we were done a long time ago," she pulled away from his grasp and exited the room.

But Tristan looked at the classes stares for a moment, and then went after her.

"Rory!" he shouted, neither of them noticing the small crowd they had.

"I don't want to talk to you right now!"

"Why?!"

"Because it hurts! It hurts! Standing here is killing me, okay?! I can't talk to you!"

Tristan looked in her blue eyes, and there it was: hurt. He softened his voice, "Come on, Rory, I love you," he touched her arm softly.

Rory pulled it back, "No, Tristan, you were and always will be in love with your work. I was just the girl on the sidelines."

"No! No! That's not true!"

"Yes it is, Tristan, yes!" then she calmed down, "And I don't want to deal with it anymore."

And she walked off, past him and back to her classroom.

She closed the door softly and banged her head against it. He didn't follow her.

A/N: How sad. Hope you are sad, because I am. Wow, I'm posting this and it's 11:56PM. Hah! I mad it before tomorrow! Hah!

Paige