Story: Innocent Mistakes

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: TRORY

Chapter 7: Confessions

'You can do this' I thought to myself as I quietly knocked on Tristans door. A very pretty blonde girl opened it.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong place." I said and started turning away.

"Rory?" Tristan called out, coming up to the door.

"Hi" I managed to get out.

"Okay" The blonde interrupted. "I can sense an awkward moment coming on, so I'm just gonna get going. Tristan, I'll call you later." She kissed him and walked out.

"So…..who was that?" I asked.

"Amanda, she's my fiancee." I felt lightheaded all of a sudden.

"Oh, that's…..nice." I forced a smile.

"Yeah. How have you been?" He asked.

"Good, I've been good."

"So……Are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there all day?" He asked, with a smirk on his face.

"I'll……Come in." He moved aside to let me in. "So, how are you?" I asked.

"Fine, Rory. I'm fine."

"Good, that's good."

"So…, do you wanna tell me what happened?"

"What happened?" I asked, confused.

"Why you ran off yesterday or why you left five years ago without saying goodbye."

"I have my reasons."

"And they are?"

"That's kinda what I came to talk to you about. I think you might want to sit down for this." He sat down. "Now five years ago, my mother told me we were moving to California. She had the opportunity to buy another inn and decided to take it. I was upset and excited at the same time. I didn't want to leave you, but I was so happy that my mom was finally having all her dreams come true. We were suppose to leave in two weeks. I came to school that day to tell you that I was leaving, but that I would visit one weekend every month to see you."

"Then why didn't you tell me? Rory, you have no idea how much I worried about you. I searched for you for months before your grandmother finally told me you had moved. She wouldn't tell me where you went, all she told me was that you never wanted to see me again and I should just go on with my life. I didn't believe her at first, but Paris confirmed it. How could you just leave like that?"

"I was getting to that part." I sighed. "I came to school and saw you kissing some girl. So basically, My heart was broken, and I left for California that day." I finished, trying not to let the memory affect me. He was silent for a moment.

"That girl you saw me kissing was Summer. She was trying to get back together with me. When I refusedto, she kissed me, hoping it would convince me. I pushed her off as soon as I realized what was happening. I called you six times after, to explain what happened, but you never picked up. I left school to go to your house, but no one was home. I even went to Luke's, but I couldn't find any of you guys. I was terrified that something had happened to you! No one would tell me where you were."

"I'm sorry, if I would have known….maybe things would be different." I tried not to dwell on what could have been andtried to get the courage to tell him about his daughter.But Ihad to know a few more things first. "So…..your engaged."

"Yeah, for about three months now."

"Wow, so where did you two meet?"

"At Harvard, we were both business majors."

"So you did end up going to Harvard."

"Yeah...I was surprised you didn't go. It was more your dream than mine."

"Well, I went to UCLA for a year, then transferred to Yale."

"Why UCLA?"

"It was close to home."

"So…I assuming you were still a Journalism major."

"Yeah, that's why I'm in New York, I just got a job at the New York Times."

"You're a writer? I'm surprised, I always thought you would follow through with your dreams and become a broadcaster in third world countries."

"Yeah, well..." I looked down. "I have people that depend on me now and traveling all over the world wasn't really an option anymore."

"Are you married or something?" He asked.

"No."

"Then I don't understand."

"Tristan…"

"No Rory, there is no reason for you not to follow through with your dream. All you ever wanted was to become a reporter. What could have possibly happened that would make you give all of that up?" He asked, yelling slightly.

"I got pregnant!" I yelled, then wished I could take it back.

"What?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

"I….got pregnant. Had a baby actually."

"Is it……..is it…….is it mine?" He asked softly.

"Yes." He looked like he was thinking for a minute. He just sat staring into space. Finally he looked up at me.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" He sounded hurt.

"Because I was very young and very heartbroken and I didn't think you would want to know."

"How old is...it?" He asked.

"She's 4 ½ and her name is Rebecca Ann Gilmore."

"Can I meet her?" He asked.

"Umm, she's at my moms house for the weekend. But we can drive down right now if you want."

"I'd like to see her as soon as possible. Let's go." He said and picked up his keys.

"Tristan…."

"Yeah?" He asked and looked up at me.

"I'm really sorry about everything."

"I know."

Next Chapter: Rebecca and Tristan meet for the first time.

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