Author's Post Supper Ramblings- Hello to my readers! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, I'm so glad that you all enjoyed my first foray into the world of smut! Well, not exactly, but I'm working on it! Maybe later in the story, if you are all good and religious reviewers... kidding, just kidding. I'm not sure how long that this story is going to be, and if I decide to go in the direction that I think I'm going in, there will be no real beginning, or end for that matter. Just a tease!
I want to thank the awesomest beta ever, my Sara, (Shouhei). She is so great, no matter what I give her, she always manages to make it better than I could possibly imagine. Her encouragement and ego stroking are what makes me keep writing sometimes, especially when I don't really want to.
Disclaimer- Let's see, do I own Luke? Nope. Lorelai? Nope. Rory? Nope. Tristan? I wish. All these things are the property of ASP, the fabulous creator of Gilmore Girls, and I don't think she wants to share, because she has yet to return any of my calls.
Enough yakking, more reading!
Chapter Two- The Coffee Nazi
"Rory." Tristan breathed, her lips brushing against the skin of his neck, slowly burning a path down his chest and over his sculpted abs before venturing even lower. "Rory, Rory..."
"Rory!"
Rory's eyes fluttered open, and were met with a pair of very smug looking blue eyes. "Good morning, Sleepyhead. Sweet dreams?"
"Hardly." She answered, rolling her eyes, snuggling into his chest.
"Naughty dreams then?"
Rory didn't answer, opting instead to slide herself up and kiss him deeply, running her hands through his sleep tousled blonde hair.
"Those dreams must have been downright dirty." Tristan smirked when she pulled away. "I've got to say, I love it when you're all hopped up on hormones."
"Oh really?"
"Really. It works to my advantage." Tristan nipped at her earlobe. "Plus, this whole 'you being pregnant with my kid' thing brings out all sorts of primitive, caveman urges." He ran his hand over her flannel covered stomach.
"Oh really?"
"Really." Tristan silenced her with a forceful kiss that seemed to make her melt into the Egyptian cotton sheets. His hands ran down her sides, stroking and caressing her curves with his nimble fingers. Just before they could lose themselves completely in each other, a familiar crescendo of voices could be head from down the hall.
"Your children are awake." Rory murmured against his skin, reluctantly pulling away as their bedroom door flew open and two brown haired, blue eyed blurs raced into the room and climbed on the bed.
"Why is it that at seven o'clock in the morning they are my children?" Tristan asked, raising an eyebrow. "It doesn't seem all that fair."
"It seems fair to me." Rory grinned as Lori jumped on Tristan.
"Trust me, it's not." He groaned, flipping from his stomach to his back. "I don't see them using you as a trampoline at the crack of dawn."
"Well, you're much more bouncy and flexible than I am." Rory stated simply as TJ hopped over and plopped right next to her, showering her face with kisses.
"You're just as flexible as I am, Darling." Tristan winked at her. "Believe me."
"Just what are you trying to say, Mr. Dugrey?"
"I think that you know exactly what I'm trying to say, Mrs. Dugrey." Tristan smirked, turning his attention to his daughter, who was still sitting on his stomach.
"Daddy, you're silly!" Lori smiled, her giggles turning to shrieks of laughter as Tristan began tickling her. She squirmed, trying to escape, but he was relentless.
"I'm silly, huh?" He laughed, as Lori tried to tickle him back.
"Yes!"
TJ, never one to miss out on the fun, climbed on Tristan's back, covering his eyes with his tiny hands, giving Lori enough time to remove herself from her father's grasp.
"Hey! No Fair!" Tristan cried out as they teamed up to torture him. "You're supposed to gang up on Mommy, not me!"
"Face it, Tris, they love me more." Rory laughed at the sight before her.
"Or it could be all that coffee you've been sneaking them over the years." Tristan answered, prying TJ from his back.
"Eh, potato, potato." Rory grinned, slipping out of bed. "While you deal with the twin terrors, I'm going to go take a shower."
"That's evil."
"I know." Rory smirked before disappearing behind the door to the master bath.
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Rory stepped out of the steamy shower, grabbed a fluffy towel, and dried off before slipping into a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. She had needed that, the last few days had been crazy, with the reunion, and registering Lori and TJ for school, especially with the article that she had due for The New York Times. It was nice to have a little 'me' time, as Lorelai would say.
When they found out that they were going to have another baby, Rory and Tristan had decided to move back to the United States. Tristan's grandfather, Janlan, wanted to take him under his wing, show him everything that he would need to know about being the future CEO of Dugrey Enterprises.
Rory had wanted a change too. She had been working nonstop for the last six years, and it had taken its toll. She needed some time to relax, and be with her children, so Rory had given up her job as a European Correspondent, opting to take small, periodic pieces instead.
Her life was perfect now. She and Tristan had agreed to live in Stars Hollow, provided that Lori and TJ went to Manning Primary Academy, or 'a prep school for prep school', as Lorelai put it, because it was the school that fed directly into Chilton.
All in all, everything was coming together quite nicely. She lived just down the street from Luke and Lorelai, and she and her mother had fallen right back into their old routines of movie nights, bad eating habits, and of course, Rory's favorite, scamming coffee from Luke, the resident coffee Nazi.
Ever since she and Tristan had announced that they were expecting, it had become hard to sneak her favorite beverage. It had been much easier when they had lived in Europe, as they both were constantly on the go for work, and she could just go down the street to a café, or have a cup at the office, and he wouldn't have any idea.
But here in Stars Hollow, it was much different. Everyone knew her, and felt protective of her, as they had raised her along with her mother. And while she was touched by their concern, withdrawal was not fun.
Luke was by far the worst. He had personally dismantled Eddie, her coffee maker, and threatened Lorelai with the same if she made her any. Horrified, Lorelai had sworn on the pot of Gus that she wouldn't make Rory a single cup.
That left so many other possibilities to be explored.
Hearing her cell phone start to beep, she hurried out of the bathroom to retrieve it. Quickly opening her evening bag from the night before, she came up empty handed. And the ringing had stopped. But now she was faced with an interesting dilemma. Where was her phone?
Rory looked on the dresser, searched the pile of clothing that she and Tristan had shed the night before, and even looked under the covers. With the way they had gotten last night, anything was possible, Rory thought to herself, blushing at the memory.
Then, as if by some sort of miracle, her phone started beeping again. Following the sound, she found the small device on the side table, in the charger, where it belonged, but was seldom put before it lost all power. Tristan must have taken it upon himself to see that her phone didn't die. So sweet.
"Hello?" Rory greeted the person on the other end, as the id came up as unknown.
"Go to the mailbox." A low, muffled voice from the other end informed her.
"Who is this?" She asked, curious, but nonetheless began to go down the stairs.
"Who do you think?" The voice was still low, and muffled, but sounded familiar.
"Mom?" Rory asked, as she reached the front door.
"Yes it's mom!"
"Where are you calling from?" Rory asked, as she quickly closed the door behind her.
"A pay phone on Spring Street."
"And why are you calling from a pay phone?" Rory questioned, walking down the driveway. "And why did you call my cell phone, why not the house line?"
"There are spies everywhere." Her mother whispered conspiratorially. "A cell phone can be easily traced."
"Whatever you say, Mom." Rory rolled her eyes. Finally, she reached the mailbox. She squealed with delight as she plucked the Styrofoam cup from inside. "Mom, you are the best!"
"Of course I am." Lorelai stated. "I have to go before the enemy realizes I'm gone."
"Mom, Luke isn't the enemy."
"Anyone who tries to deprive a Gilmore Girl of the elixir of life is an enemy, Rory. Even that gorgeous husband of yours."
"I don't really blame him for not wanting his child to have three eyes or gills or something." Rory took a sip, sighing as the hot liquid scalded her throat. "But at the same time, I need coffee."
"That's my girl."
"I am who you raised me to be."
"Crap!" Lorelai muttered. "I may have been spotted!"
"Mom, stop acting like this is a war."
"But it is, Rory. We coffee addicts have to stick together! We," Her next statement was cut off, as a hand hit the cradle, disconnecting her. "Hey! What's the big id," She trailed off when she looked up into the stern gaze of her husband. "Hey, Luke, what's up?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe catching you trying to sneak coffee to Rory?" Luke crossed his arms. "I thought that I told you that was a no-no."
"Actually, you said that making her coffee was a no-no, but, wait, did you just say 'no no'?" Lorelai started to giggle, but her laughter died when she say the look on his face. "And for your information, I wasn't 'trying' to sneak Rory coffee. I was calling to see what was up." She said, hoping to come off as casual, but failing miserably.
Luke rolled his eyes. A few moments after she left the diner, he had found her cell phone abandoned on the counter, and like the good husband that he was, decided to run it over to the inn, where she had told him she was heading.
But when he reached the inn, Sookie had informed him that Lorelai had yet to make an appearance that day. That was when Luke had gotten the funny feeling that he had been tricked. Lorelai had left the diner with four cups of coffee. One for the walk to the inn, one for going over the messages and books with Michel, and one to last until she could sneak off to the kitchen to replenish her cup.
That left one unaccounted for.
He had a sneaking suspicion about the whereabouts of that fourth cup. The nervous way she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, coupled with the fact that she hadn't looked him in the eye, opting to stare at a wad of pink gum on the sidewalk instead, told him that his suspicions were correct.
"Lorelai," Luke was cut off as Lorelai pressed her lips to his, making it hard to remember his train of thought. Soon he was lost in the kiss, his mind hazy.
"Wow." He mumbled as she pulled away.
"Ooh, is that my cell phone?" Lorelai asked, finishing the diversion she had implemented at the last minute. It had worked. Of course it had worked. When had her husband ever been able to resist her? She thought as she pulled the small device from his grasp.
"What? Oh, yeah." Luke stumbled over the words a bit, still a little dazed. "I was going to bring it to the inn, but you weren't there."
"Oh, yeah." Lorelai scrambled for a plausible explanation, one that would not involve coffee smuggling. "I realized that I forgot it, and I decided to go back to the diner to get it."
"You did?" Luke asked, confused. "But I didn't see you when I was driving over."
"I took the back way."
"The back way?"
"You know, over the river and through the woods." Lorelai tried to joke. "The only thing missing was 'grandmother's house'."
Luke looked her over, his eyes lingering on her body. "That's funny, for someone who just waded in the stream, you are astonishingly dry."
"Well, I'm quick on my feet." Lorelai said quickly. "It takes a very nimble person to walk on water, you know."
"Lorelai," Again, she cut him to the quick, making him forget everything except the way she felt at that moment.
"Gotta go. The inn awaits." She told him, her lips resounding against his cheek with a loud smack. "See you tonight!" Lorelai called over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.
'God, I'm good.' She thought as she bounced down the road to the Dragonfly.
It took a full minute before Luke realized what she had done. "Damn!" He thought, picking up the phone and depositing some money into the machine.
"Hello?" Tristan answered the phone, Lori clasped to his leg, wearing a bright pink bathing suit, one of his ties, and a pair of blue galoshes. He had been attempting to pry her off when the phone rang, and he had hobbled quickly to answer it.
"Tristan, where's Rory?" Luke asked.
Tristan thought for a moment, before realizing he had no idea. "I'm not sure. She went to go and take a shower about, forty five minutes ago." He answered, looking down at his watch. "Why?"
"I think we might have a situation on our hands."
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Rory sighed as she took another sip of her coffee. This was, without a doubt, the best cup of coffee that she had ever tasted, and that was saying something. Did she detect a hint of nutmeg?
"Rory!" She heard Tristan's voice call from upstairs. "Rory!" Uh oh. She had a sneaking suspicion that they had been found out. When she and her mother had been cut off moments ago, she had thought that they had run out of time, and Lorelai didn't have any more quarters. At least, she had really hoped that was the reason.
Now, that didn't seem very likely. Standing in the kitchen, Rory heard Tristan's voice get closer, and she knew she didn't have much time. Where could she hide the evidence? How could she cover up her relapse at the heavenly aroma of her favorite beverage?
Tristan finally rounded the corner into the bright, cheery kitchen, Lori still clinging to his leg. "There you are." He said once he spotted her. "What's up?" He asked, looking around for the tell tale cup.
"Nothing much." She answered, bringing a huge spoonful of coffee ice cream to her lips. "What's up with you?" She asked innocently.
"Nothing much." He parroted her response, opening the door to the freezer, but finding it empty. Tristan moved on to the oven, frowning as that too was clean. He checked the cabinets, the microwave, even the centerpiece sitting in the middle of the shiny cherry kitchen table. Nothing, nothing, and nothing.
"Whatcha doing?" Rory asked, taking another bite of the cold confection, watching him search the kitchen for her contraband. Not that he would find it; she had finally found the perfect place, one where he was never going to think to look.
"Hunting for your coffee, my dear." Tristan turned from the recycling bin to give her a look. This was frustrating. He knew Rory was sneaky when it came to her coffee, but this was getting ridiculous. And it was really hard to look, considering his daughter was still attached to his leg.
"Need some help?" Rory asked, pointing at Lori, ignoring his previous statement.
"Please." He nodded, and Rory walked over to lend a hand. It took a minute, but Rory was finally able to coax her into sharing her ice cream if she let go. It was only when Lori had stolen her spoon that she noticed what she was wearing.
"Um, Tris, I know that it's been warm lately, but really, why on earth is she wearing a bathing suit?" Rory asked as she got another spoon from a drawer and tried unsuccessfully to steal the ice cream away from the small girl. "Isn't that your favorite tie?"
"Don't remind me." Tristan grumbled, still scanning the kitchen. "It's all that 'freedom of expression' junk that your mom is feeding her. She picked it out."
"And you caved."
"You know I can't say no to her."
"I know." Rory giggled, finally able to wrestle the carton away from the four year old. "What are you going to do when she starts dating?"
"Don't even put that out there!" Tristan groaned, finally giving up. Maybe she hid it in another room, he thought. "She's not dating till she's forty."
"Good luck with that plan." Rory smiled, brushing her hand through Lori's dark curls. Everyone said that Lori looked exactly like Rory did when she was young. They shared the same big blue eyes, silky dark hair, and rosy cheeks.
She wondered what the new baby would look like. While Lori was a mini Rory, TJ definitely took after his father, with the exception of his brown hair. Maybe their third child would be more of a mixture of the two of them.
"What are you thinking about?" Tristan asked, waving a hand in front of her. "You totally zoned out on me. Here I was, going on about basement dungeons and hit men, and you are just sitting here, smiling. Does that mean I've finally brought you over to my side?"
"Nope." Rory shook her head. "You know it's just so ironic."
"What is?"
"The fact that you, Mr. Casanova himself, are going to be faced with dozens of boys trying to corrupt your daughter."
"Now you see, that's not funny." Tristan made a face as Rory's shoulders shook with giggles. "It's not!" His protests were unheard as Rory burst into full blown laughter at the sight of his distress.
"That's it, I'm going to find TJ." Tristan got up from the table. "At least I won't have to worry about him."
"Yeah, right. He's going to be just like you."
"See? Nothing to worry about." Tristan smirked, leaning to kiss her forehead. "I sure hope that number three is a boy. I don't think I could handle worrying about two little girls."
Rory didn't say anything. Even though they had decided to keep the gender of this baby as a surprise, she had a feeling that it was a girl. As Lorelai would say, she was 'hooked up' to the kid, but she didn't want to say anything to anyone, as Rory hated to be wrong. Plus, the town pool would be ruined, and that wouldn't be fair.
As soon as she heard Tristan move upstairs, she quickly moved Lori off her lap, where she had been messily eating her ice cream, though most of it was on her face. Peeking around out the door to make sure the coast was clear, she quietly opened the lid on the economy sized coffee maker, and removed the now lukewarm cup o' Joe. 'Eddie' had been out of commission for nearly three months, and finally, he was useful again, just not in the same capacity he once was.
But before she could bring the still half full cup to her lips, Rory felt a tug on her light blue tee shirt. Looking down, she groaned as Lori reached her little hands upward, stealing the cup. "So much for Gilmore girls vs. the Coffee Nazi." Rory mumbled as she watched her daughter finish her coveted coffee. "Just who's side are you on, anyway?" She asked, but couldn't help but smile as Lori looked up with those innocent eyes, which had some sort of a power over all who knew her, especially the men in her life. Tristan would be impossible when she was a teenager. "Oh boy, are you going to make Daddy pay." Rory picked her up, wiping her mouth before she turned and started for the stairs. "Come on, let's get you dressed for that brunch at Hell."
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