A/N- Trory LOADED chapter, so enjoy!
Chapter 3I rushed into the office and grabbed the cup of coffee Darcy handed me. "Hey Darcy. Don't bother me unless someone really important calls, okay?"
She nodded and walked off to her desk. We had established long ago who was important and who was not.
I walked into my office and set my leather briefcase down next one of the leather chairs facing my desk. I sat down at the computer and turned it on, bobbing my head from side to side to the little sound it made when it started up.
While waiting for it to load, I spotted the picture of Tristan and me that day he took me to the beach. I sighed reminiscently. I had gotten a really bad sunburn and he took me to a hotel because I was feeling under the weather. He wrapped me in ice cold towels and sent me to bed. He served me breakfast in the morning and talked to me throughout the day, so I wouldn't be lonely. It was one of the most romantic days of my life. He didn't even try to take advantage of me!
When the computer had finally started, I began working on one of the biggest articles of my life. Seriously, it could make or break my career. And the best part was, I was in the zone. And when Darcy walked into my office, I called, "No, Darcy. Not now, I'm way deep in it, and I don't care how important it is, I really can't take it right now."
And because she was such an understanding assistant, she nodded and walked back to her desk.
After typing away at the computer for a long time, I looked up and nearly jumped when I saw the clock. Five o'clock! Shit, I had to be going! I had a date with Tristan in an hour!
"Darcy!" I called as I ran out of the office. I was busily stuffing papers in my leather suitcase and I could not see her. When I wasn't answered, I looked up and gasped. Not only was the room that my assistant and the other employees that worked under me empty, it was also blanketed with tons and tons of red roses. Remember when my mother was proposed to by Max? With the thousands of yellow daisies just scattered everywhere? Picture it with red roses. There were petals scattered all over the floor, there were roses hanging from the ceiling for Christ's sake.
I stood there in awe for a few moments, looking for someone, anyone who might have done this. Then the lights slowly dimmed.
"Like it?" A voice whispered in my ear.
I whipped around and saw none other than my beloved Tristan DuGrey, standing there in his businessman elegance. His silver tie set of the blue in his eyes. His jacket fit to accentuate his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His stance was so casual, with his hands in his pockets and his smile easy-going.
Point is, the man is beautiful.
And this beautiful specimen of a man was mine. (insert evil laugh here)
I smiled and threw my arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss. "It's beautiful," I whispered against his lips.
"I knew you'd love it." He replied. He pulled me away gently and looked me straight in the eyes with his intense blue irises. I get shivers every time he does that.
"Rory, I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time," He whispered. He pulled a rose off a nearby filing cabinet and gently caressed my face with its silky petals.
"Your face reminds me of this rose," He whispered while circling slowly around me, letting his breath tickle my skin. "Your red lips…your smooth skin…" He faced me again and added with a smile, "Your beautiful eyes."
Inside, I was melting. "Tristan, I…"
"Rory, please." He shushed me by simply putting a finger across my lips. "Let me finish."
I stopped with bated breath, waiting tentatively for his next words.
"I know that you haven't had many breaks in life," He continued. "I know that not many of your past men have taken care of you. I know that you've always had to be the strong one, you've always had to be the shoulder to lean against. Rory, I don't want you to have to worry about that anymore. I want to be your shoulder, I want to be the one that takes care of you, to give you a break when you come home from work, to rub your feet when you collapse, to wipe your eyes when you feel like you've hit the end of your rope."
Hearing those words finally after so long made tears roll down my cheeks. I couldn't take it anymore, I just felt so…relieved. I wanted someone to take care of me, I've been waiting for someone like that to come along for such a long time. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sobbed softly. He held me to him and swayed back and forth.
"Thank you so much, Tristan," I whispered. "I need you…I need you so much…I love you."
"I love you too," Tristan whispered back in my hair. "And that's why I need to do this,"
For a heart stopping moment, I thought he was going to break up with me when he pulled away from me, but then he knelt down and pulled something out of his pocket. "Rory," He started. "I want to be the one that catches you when you fall. So would you please do me the honor…" He opened the small, blue velvet box, "…of marrying me?"
I gasped through my tears. I looked at the ring. It must have been like, what, two carats at least. It was a round cut set in white gold with waves of champagne pink diamonds surrounding it.
Then I stared at Tristan. His eyes were alight with happiness and he was looking up at me with such love in his eyes, I felt that I could burst with his emotion, let alone my own. I loved him so much, and it felt so good to find a man that returned my affection. I had this strange…homecoming feeling. I let him slip it onto my finger and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed the daylight out of him.
"I love you," I whispered against his lips.
"I love you more." And with that, He swept me off my feet and carried me out of my office building, rose petals in my hair.
"You proposed," Lorelai said with her scary, intimidating matronly face. "To my daughter. Without my permission?"
We were in Luke's diner and we were announcing our happy news. "Lorelai, I thought you didn't care about the old-fashioned traditions?" Tristan said with his confident smile.
Of course, his charms don't work on my mother's shield of cute looks. She waved that aside, "But no one asked ME!"
"Were we supposed to?" I asked her, sipping my coffee. Tristan had offered us both cups of coffee. Of course, my mother got a venti because he had a feeling she was going to be grouchy. And Tristan's got a good gut feeling.
"Let me see the ring," Lorelai demanded.
Tristan and I exchanged apprehensive glances, both thinking the same thing. Oh shit.
When I didn't extend my hand, she grabbed it instead and gasped. She looked up at Tristan, narrowed her eyes and said, "What the hell is this?"
"That is an engagement ring," Tristan said with the air of someone teaching a small child that one plus one equals two.
"I know that, idiot, I mean, why is this prettier than mine?"
"What's wrong with that?" I asked, mocking insult.
"What's wrong with that? Your ring is not supposed to be prettier than mine! I am the matron of the Gilmore clan, damn it!"
"Uh, actually, that would be Emily," Tristan cut in.
She waved her hand again and said, "That's not the point. The point is that you got her a nicer ring than MINE?"
"What was I supposed to do?" Tristan exclaimed. "If I didn't get a nicer ring than yours, Rory would've hounded me, If I got a nicer ring than yours, you, obviously, would freak out, so I decided that I'd rather have you angry at me than Rory."
"Aw," I sighed. I'm sorry, but when you find a guy that is willing to suffer my mother's envious wrath, then you've got someone pretty damn special.
"What are you yelling about now?" Luke asked as he took away the empty plates in front of us.
"How much did my engagement ring cost?" She demanded.
"Eight thousand. Why? Did you do something to it? I knew you'd do something to it. Did you nick it or something? Damn it, Lorelai, why can't you be more careful with your jewelry?"
"No, I didn't do anything to it!" She protested while pointing an accusing finger at Tristan. "How much did you pay for Rory's?"
"Oh, you proposed to her, huh?" Luke asked giving him one of his rare,trademark smiles.
"I don't have to discuss my expenses with you, Lorelai," Tristan said breezily.
"When did you propose?"
"Yes you do, I'm the future mother-in-law, I have license to snoop in your business."
"He proposed last night," I replied happily.
"Lemme guess, that's one of the infamous Gilmore Girl rules, huh?"
"So how'd he pop the question?"
"Wrong, Blondie, it's been that way for ages."
"He scattered my office with zillions and zillions of roses."
"So just tell me how much it cost already."
"That's romantic. Can I see the ring?"
"Lorelai, I get the feeling that you don't hear this often, but no."
"Isn't it pretty? I like the champagne diamonds."
"You know I'm just gonna find out anyway."
"It's very nice. Very classy too. Tristan's got good taste." He refilled my coffee cup and said, "Lorelai, stop hounding the poor boy. Just give Rory a hug, give Tristan the speech and leave them alone."
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