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Author's Note: Umm, nothing really. This is kind of a filler chapter, but it'll do. That's about it. And thank you for the reviews, even though my writing lately has sucked. I apologize profusely. Life decided to throw many curve balls in my direction lately, and I've been dealing with a hectic life.
Lorelai woke up around ten am, a reasonable time to wake up. As she walked down the stairs, she looked out the window and saw Tristan's Porsche in the gravel driveway. Curious, she looked towards her right. No, no Tristan sleeping on the couch. Her curiosity peaking, she looked towards Rory's bedroom. The door was closed, and no sound was coming from it. Except maybe,
"Tristan snores?" Lorelai asked herself quietly as she turned the doorknob to Rory's room. The open door revealed the sleeping couple just holding each other tight, almost as if they were afraid to let go. She smiled as she slowly closed the old door, and went about her merry way to get coffee.
"Morning Mom," Rory greeted her mom as she walked into the kitchen to find her mom sipping coffee. She looked back into her room to see Tristan's sleeping figure - he rarely slept in, so it was good for him to catch up on his sleep once in a while. "Any left for me?"
Lorelai acted shocked. "Are you saying I'm not a good mother? Anyone knows that you're the second most important coffee drinker in the world, so yes there is some left for you." She stopped for a moment. "But I don't know now, I might just drink it." There was just a gleam in her eyes that made Rory try to grab the coffee pot.
"Coffee!" Rory ran to the counter, only to be stopped by Lorelai's arm. "You've had like twenty cups!"
"I know, what's one more gonna hurt?" Lorelai yelled back. Then she stopped, as did Rory. "We're fighting over coffee?"
"What's the world coming to?" Rory asked, as she poured herself the last cup of liquid. "That's sad, really." Just as she put the cup to her lips, Lorelai saw what she was doing.
"Hey! That's the last cup of heavenly liquid, young lady." She exclaimed.
Tristan, who had woken up to the screaming of the two Gilmore girls, was watching from the doorway. He looked left and right before crossing into the kitchen. "Calm down, Lorelai. I'll go get you some when I go to Luke's." He patted her shoulder and kissed Rory good morning.
"What about me?" Rory asked. She held up her left hand, which had a rock on it. "I'm the fiancée remember?"
"Really? I could swear that my fiancée was named Ashley." Tristan pretended to think. Then he broke out into a grin. "Of course I remember, I'll guess I'll get you coffee too, just hurry up and get ready."
During the short walk to Luke's, the trio was dreading the next day- the party. Well, actually, two of them were, one of them was very verbal about it.
"Why, oh why did I agree to let my mother have this party?" Lorelai asked the question that had been running thorough her mind ever since her mother had brought the subject of a possible party up. "We don't even have an escape plan yet." She looked around the diner they had just walked into.
"We'll figure out something when we're there." Tristan assured his future mother in law. The thought made him smile. In less than a year he'd be married to Rory.
His actions caused Rory to look at him with a confused look. "What's up?" She asked, sitting next to him at a table.
"Nothing, just thinking."
"About what?"
"You."
"No you aren't."
"Yes, I am."
"No, cause you've got this faraway look, so it can't be me, cause I'm right here."
"Yes, it can be you because," he paused, not really having a defense. "Well, just because."
Rory grinned in triumph. "I won! Loser buys the coffee."
Tristan mimicked her. "I won! Woo hoo, don't I always buy the coffee?" His tone was joking.
"Yeah, but that's why I love you so much." She kissed him.
The man next to her ran a hand through his blonde hair. He laughed, "And all this time I thought it was because it was my handsome looks and boyish charm that you loved me." He looked at Lorelai. "Is that why you like me so much? The coffee?"
All Lorelai could do without busting out in hysterics was lift up her, now full, coffee mug and say, "Bottoms up."
The breakfast was one of the more hilarious that had been shared between the Gilmore's and Tristan. After breakfast though, Lorelai had to get to work because Sookie was cooking something that she hadn't cooked at the Inn before, so there needed to be someone who had a cell phone handy that could dial 911. "See you later, sweets." She kissed Rory on the head and grinned at Tristan. "Bye Coffee Boy." Tristan just shook his head as he watched Lorelai's retreating figure.
"So, what do we do now?" Rory asked after Tristan paid for the meal and they were in Tristan's Porsche back at the Crap Shack.
"How about we look at houses?" He asked, rather seriously. They still hadn't decided on a place to live, and after all, in a short time they would be married and would need a roof over their heads.
"We're just now going to look?" Rory asked, totally forgetting about the fact that they needed a place to live. "Isn't it kind of late for that? What if we don't find a place? What if we can't afford it?" She rambled.
Tristan grabbed a hold of one of her flailing arms and smiled. "One, it is never too late. Two, we will find a place because I'm a DuGrey. Three, we can afford it." He kissed the back of her hand.
Rory nodded and let out a breath of relief. He was right, they would because he was a DuGrey. And in the future, the not so far future, she would be too.
The rest of the day was spent looking at places in Hartford, and a town nearby Stars Hollow. Tristan had gotten a job at a publishing house, and Rory was working in that city as well, at the Hartford Gazette. They had fallen in love with a spacious three-bedroom apartment sort of near where Chilton was.
"What did you think of that house?" Tristan asked as they pulled away from a mansion around six o'clock.
Rory looked to her left. "It was okay."
"But?"
"But what?"
"There was a but."
"Really?" Rory rolled her eyes for the millionth time in the last two years. "Well, I guess it had too much room. There's not enough room, just enough room, and too much room. And the not enough room is something like 30 people in an elevator at a hotel. Just enough room was that apartment we both liked back by Chilton, and too much room is one person living in the White House." She supplied examples.
Tristan, as usual, was just smiling at Rory's antics. That girl loved to ramble on about stuff. "So you liked that apartment?"
"Duh."
"Good, cause I did too." Tristan looked over at Rory. "Do you want me to call them tomorrow?"
"Sure."
They had gotten back to Stars Hollow by then, a half hour later than when they left Hartford. Lorelai had called them and told them to meet her at Luke's because she had come up with a plan.
A plan she had come up with. Really. When the two had walked into Luke's, they saw Lorelai in the back corner with a poster. The poster contained a layout of the Gilmore mansion and stick figures with pictures of the important peoples faces. "So," She started, pointing to Tristan's face on the poster. "You will head to the library where Rory will, obviously, be trying to avoid the people by reading some book by a dead guy."
"I will not!" Rory interrupted.
Lorelai looked at her kid and hid a smile. "Sure you won't honey." She shrugged. "Okay, you'll be trying to avoid the people by flirting with a really hot guy."
"She will not!" Tristan added his two cents.
Lorelai looked at Tristan and hid a smile. He really did care for Rory. "At this rate we won't get to the awesome part where we get the cake to 'accidentally' fall off the serving tray and with all the big fuss about the cake is when we climb out the windows."
Tristan and Rory shared a look. This was going to be an interesting night.
Author's Note: Umm, nothing really. This is kind of a filler chapter, but it'll do. That's about it. And thank you for the reviews, even though my writing lately has sucked. I apologize profusely. Life decided to throw many curve balls in my direction lately, and I've been dealing with a hectic life.
Lorelai woke up around ten am, a reasonable time to wake up. As she walked down the stairs, she looked out the window and saw Tristan's Porsche in the gravel driveway. Curious, she looked towards her right. No, no Tristan sleeping on the couch. Her curiosity peaking, she looked towards Rory's bedroom. The door was closed, and no sound was coming from it. Except maybe,
"Tristan snores?" Lorelai asked herself quietly as she turned the doorknob to Rory's room. The open door revealed the sleeping couple just holding each other tight, almost as if they were afraid to let go. She smiled as she slowly closed the old door, and went about her merry way to get coffee.
"Morning Mom," Rory greeted her mom as she walked into the kitchen to find her mom sipping coffee. She looked back into her room to see Tristan's sleeping figure - he rarely slept in, so it was good for him to catch up on his sleep once in a while. "Any left for me?"
Lorelai acted shocked. "Are you saying I'm not a good mother? Anyone knows that you're the second most important coffee drinker in the world, so yes there is some left for you." She stopped for a moment. "But I don't know now, I might just drink it." There was just a gleam in her eyes that made Rory try to grab the coffee pot.
"Coffee!" Rory ran to the counter, only to be stopped by Lorelai's arm. "You've had like twenty cups!"
"I know, what's one more gonna hurt?" Lorelai yelled back. Then she stopped, as did Rory. "We're fighting over coffee?"
"What's the world coming to?" Rory asked, as she poured herself the last cup of liquid. "That's sad, really." Just as she put the cup to her lips, Lorelai saw what she was doing.
"Hey! That's the last cup of heavenly liquid, young lady." She exclaimed.
Tristan, who had woken up to the screaming of the two Gilmore girls, was watching from the doorway. He looked left and right before crossing into the kitchen. "Calm down, Lorelai. I'll go get you some when I go to Luke's." He patted her shoulder and kissed Rory good morning.
"What about me?" Rory asked. She held up her left hand, which had a rock on it. "I'm the fiancée remember?"
"Really? I could swear that my fiancée was named Ashley." Tristan pretended to think. Then he broke out into a grin. "Of course I remember, I'll guess I'll get you coffee too, just hurry up and get ready."
During the short walk to Luke's, the trio was dreading the next day- the party. Well, actually, two of them were, one of them was very verbal about it.
"Why, oh why did I agree to let my mother have this party?" Lorelai asked the question that had been running thorough her mind ever since her mother had brought the subject of a possible party up. "We don't even have an escape plan yet." She looked around the diner they had just walked into.
"We'll figure out something when we're there." Tristan assured his future mother in law. The thought made him smile. In less than a year he'd be married to Rory.
His actions caused Rory to look at him with a confused look. "What's up?" She asked, sitting next to him at a table.
"Nothing, just thinking."
"About what?"
"You."
"No you aren't."
"Yes, I am."
"No, cause you've got this faraway look, so it can't be me, cause I'm right here."
"Yes, it can be you because," he paused, not really having a defense. "Well, just because."
Rory grinned in triumph. "I won! Loser buys the coffee."
Tristan mimicked her. "I won! Woo hoo, don't I always buy the coffee?" His tone was joking.
"Yeah, but that's why I love you so much." She kissed him.
The man next to her ran a hand through his blonde hair. He laughed, "And all this time I thought it was because it was my handsome looks and boyish charm that you loved me." He looked at Lorelai. "Is that why you like me so much? The coffee?"
All Lorelai could do without busting out in hysterics was lift up her, now full, coffee mug and say, "Bottoms up."
The breakfast was one of the more hilarious that had been shared between the Gilmore's and Tristan. After breakfast though, Lorelai had to get to work because Sookie was cooking something that she hadn't cooked at the Inn before, so there needed to be someone who had a cell phone handy that could dial 911. "See you later, sweets." She kissed Rory on the head and grinned at Tristan. "Bye Coffee Boy." Tristan just shook his head as he watched Lorelai's retreating figure.
"So, what do we do now?" Rory asked after Tristan paid for the meal and they were in Tristan's Porsche back at the Crap Shack.
"How about we look at houses?" He asked, rather seriously. They still hadn't decided on a place to live, and after all, in a short time they would be married and would need a roof over their heads.
"We're just now going to look?" Rory asked, totally forgetting about the fact that they needed a place to live. "Isn't it kind of late for that? What if we don't find a place? What if we can't afford it?" She rambled.
Tristan grabbed a hold of one of her flailing arms and smiled. "One, it is never too late. Two, we will find a place because I'm a DuGrey. Three, we can afford it." He kissed the back of her hand.
Rory nodded and let out a breath of relief. He was right, they would because he was a DuGrey. And in the future, the not so far future, she would be too.
The rest of the day was spent looking at places in Hartford, and a town nearby Stars Hollow. Tristan had gotten a job at a publishing house, and Rory was working in that city as well, at the Hartford Gazette. They had fallen in love with a spacious three-bedroom apartment sort of near where Chilton was.
"What did you think of that house?" Tristan asked as they pulled away from a mansion around six o'clock.
Rory looked to her left. "It was okay."
"But?"
"But what?"
"There was a but."
"Really?" Rory rolled her eyes for the millionth time in the last two years. "Well, I guess it had too much room. There's not enough room, just enough room, and too much room. And the not enough room is something like 30 people in an elevator at a hotel. Just enough room was that apartment we both liked back by Chilton, and too much room is one person living in the White House." She supplied examples.
Tristan, as usual, was just smiling at Rory's antics. That girl loved to ramble on about stuff. "So you liked that apartment?"
"Duh."
"Good, cause I did too." Tristan looked over at Rory. "Do you want me to call them tomorrow?"
"Sure."
They had gotten back to Stars Hollow by then, a half hour later than when they left Hartford. Lorelai had called them and told them to meet her at Luke's because she had come up with a plan.
A plan she had come up with. Really. When the two had walked into Luke's, they saw Lorelai in the back corner with a poster. The poster contained a layout of the Gilmore mansion and stick figures with pictures of the important peoples faces. "So," She started, pointing to Tristan's face on the poster. "You will head to the library where Rory will, obviously, be trying to avoid the people by reading some book by a dead guy."
"I will not!" Rory interrupted.
Lorelai looked at her kid and hid a smile. "Sure you won't honey." She shrugged. "Okay, you'll be trying to avoid the people by flirting with a really hot guy."
"She will not!" Tristan added his two cents.
Lorelai looked at Tristan and hid a smile. He really did care for Rory. "At this rate we won't get to the awesome part where we get the cake to 'accidentally' fall off the serving tray and with all the big fuss about the cake is when we climb out the windows."
Tristan and Rory shared a look. This was going to be an interesting night.