Interruptions
About a month has passed since the big Hartford debacle and Tristan as well as my relationship with mom has recovered little by little.
When Tristan and I enter my dorm room at Yale we are met by a hilarious picture consisting of Paris jumping around the room on one leg.
"What happened to you?", Tristan asks trying his hardest not to laugh.
"I hit my toe in one of your God damn boxes! I love you both but I swear to God if you don't give me a chance to see my legs' natural colour soon I'm going to kill you", Paris goes off.
"Whoa easy, tomorrow is moving day remember?" I reassure her.
"Right, ok", Paris recomposes herself and then remembers where we have been. "How did the check up go? "
"Fine, everything is right on schedule."
"Nice to hear, so what's the gender?"
"Paris, give it a rest! I already told you I don't want to know."
"Ok, ok it's just that it would make it a hell of a lot easier to buy baby gifts."
"Just steer away from anything pink and you'll be fine."
"Have it your way, now if you will excuse me, I'm going out that is if I can find a path to the door."
"Say hey to Jess from me."
"Will do, bye Gilmore."
"Bye"
Paris finally gets her things together and head out the door leaving us alone for the first time in a week.
"Ah I thought she never leave" Tristan says sneaking his arms around me and starts kissing my neck but somewhere in the process of him doing so I involuntarily let out a yawn
"Tired of me already Ror?" Tristan chuckles.
"Never, just a long day", I answer trying to suppress another yawn.
"Ok that's it, next stop bed for you Missy."
"If you think that is for the best", I smirk.
"To sleep Rory, jeez I'm beginning to think I have some bad influence on you!"
"Just beginning?" I laugh.
"Ha, ha, actually sleep sounds pretty good to me too right about now."
"Since when did you get so boring?"
"Since I have to lift boxes all day tomorrow with you all too nice step in dad, whom I'm sure will be thrilled spending the day with me after finding out I'm responsible for that", he says pointing at my stomach.
"Don't worry about Luke, he barks worse than anything."
"I hope you're right."
"I'm."
I turn around meaning to give him a quick peck on the lips before going to bed but somehow it all develops to a full out make out session on the couch, both of us forgetting all about sleep and just as things starts to get hot and heavy there is a knock on the door.
"Ignore it", Tristan whispers.
I nod and pull him closer but whoever is at the door won't go away so after a while I just give up trying to ignore the persistent knocking.
"I better get that", I sign.
"Don't Ror", Tristan pleads trying to change my mind by pulling me in for another kiss.
"It's no use Tris, I can't concentrate".
"Ok, then I'll better go and take a cold shower."
"You do that", I smile at the idea that I still in my state, can get him so aroused that there is a need for a cold shower.
"Meanie."
Despite all his complains he gives in and with a groan he moves away so I can get up and walk well rather waddle to the door and while doing so I feel his eyes on my back and can basically see his trademark smirk in place as he enjoys the view, don't ask me why. When I come to the door I turn around and give him my I mean business look to which he surrenders and makes his way to the bathroom.
"This better be good", I say as I open the door.
Imagine my surprise upon seeing the person standing there is none other than Dean, my ex-boyfriend.
"What are you doing here Dean?"
"What the hell Rory you're pregnant!"
"Really, what gave it away?" I reply sarcastic looking down at my speed bump.
Dean either doesn't pick up on my sarcasm or chooses to ignore it because he just continues.
"I've missed you so much since we broke up Rory.
"Aha", I just stand there dumbfounded waiting for him to continue since I can't say the same.
"And I think we owe it to ourselves to give us another try. Especially now when you need a father to that bastard of yours and I'm ready to be that father."
"Dean, what we had is in the past and I'm not even sure we should have been together in the first place, so no I'm not getting back together with you, not now, not ever.
"Ah still so deluded, there is no way to deny our chemistry"
"What chemistry? There is no chemistry whatsoever.
"You don't have to be afraid of it Rory, come on let's go."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Oh yes you're", Dean steps forward and grabs my wrists pulling me with him despite my protests.
"Let go off me."
"Not a chance you're coming with me."
Thank God Tristan chooses that exact moment to come out from the bathroom.
"Let go of her now man!" Tristan threatens Dean upon seeing us.
Dean instantly lets go off my wrists when he spots his arch enemy.
"Where do you get the balls to show up here after how you corrupted my sweet Rory, tricking her to sleep with you on her graduation!"
"Well maybe she felt like being with a real man for once."
"She was perfectly happy in our relationship".
"Apparently not since she came to me."
"Oh you…"
"Will you guys STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE I WEREN'T HERE!" I scream interrupting Dean mid sentence.
"Sorry", Tristan sheepishly apologizes while Dean just stands there all quiet.
"I think it's time for you to go Tristan because Rory and I want to spend some alone time together since we have to make up for lost time" Dean finally opens his mouth but what comes out of it is a complete load of crap.
"Bag boy you need to see a therapist."
"No I don't and you're leaving."
At this point Tristan just stands there shaking his head at Dean's stupidity and I decide to give it a shot.
"Dean, Tristan isn't going anywhere because I WANT him here in fact he lives here, something I can say about you, so the way I see it you have two options either you get out of here now or I will set the police on your sorry ass. Now what will it be?"
"Rory, please fight what ever brainwashing he has done on you, fight for us."
"OMG. How dense are you? I'm IN LOVE with him and I'm carrying his child, so leave now or I swear to God I'll call the police."
"You heard her man. GET OUT!"
"You'll regret this", Dean huffs before he leaves and Tristan slams the door after him.
"Rory, are you ok?"
"Yeah, it just he is such a jackass and…..", I can't bring myself to finish the sentence before laughter overcomes my body at how completely clueless Dean was.
Shortly after my break down I can heard Tristan joining my fit of laughter and it takes us at least 10 minutes to calm down. When we finally do Tristan is the first one to speak.
"So I guess you're ok?"
"I'm fine; I just can't believe I was dating THAT!"
"To be fair you did have a real stud on the side"
"If I weren't so exhausted I would hit you."
"Kinky"
"Shut up"
"Make me"
I roll over straddling him in effect pinning him down with the help of my newfound weight before kissing him. Any attempt for conversation is thrown out the window and we are rapidly approaching the point of no return.
Ring, Ring, Ring.
"You got to be kidding me!", Tristan exclaims.
"It's your cell."
"Don't I know it."
He fishes it up from his pocket and turns it off without even checking the caller id.
"Now where was I?"
"I don't know about you but I was on my way to bed."
"Sounds good."
"Now who is the one with a one tracked mind?", I say waddling towards the bedroom.
"It's all your fault you know since you're the one who has gotten me all riled up!"
"Well take another cold shower then."
"Your tease!" he pouts and I just laugh at him while changing into a huge
T-shirt to sleep in.
Tristan also changes into his sleeping clothes which in his case means a pair pyjama bottoms that leaves his chest bare revealing part of his gorgeous body and I can't help but smile at the sight.
"Now who is the one being a big old tease!"
"What? I'm just getting ready for bed as ordered ma'am".
"Aha, sure you're", I nod at him but at the same time I'm closing the distance between us and when I have reached him I start to trace his muscles with my fingertips before covering his chest with feather light kisses.
"Now that's no fair Ror, ya know I love that" he groans and captures my lips with his backing us toward the bed.
Afterwards we lay semi-cuddled up and Tristan is stroking my arm with his fingertips.
"Now that what I call worth waiting for", I say.
"Like Carlsberg a lot?"
" Ha, ha. Tell me something."
"About what?"
"Anything, I like to hear your voice."
"Ok, I want the baby's last name to be Gilmore"
Startled I sit up.
"What? Why?"
"I just figured since my parents want nothing to do with me and after their reaction hell my whole life I have been ashamed to be a Dugrey. You see the name never represented any family connection for me and I know your last name means something to you."
"It does, but are you sure?"
He pulls me down for another kiss.
"Does that answer your question?" he asks as we break apart.
"Mmm, while being on the subject of names, have you thought of any for the baby?"
"Not really since we don't now the gender because…"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence; I have enough of that from mom and Paris. And there is such a thing as gender neutral names."
"Such as?"
"Taylor."
"Nah, sounds too girly to me."
"Rory"
"Now that sounds perfect."
"I don't see you contributing any here."
"Alright, alright, how about Chris?"
"It's my dad's name."
"Enough said, Cody"
"Yeah, Drew,"
"Yet again yeah, Shane"
"Ouch"
"What's wrong?
"The baby kicked again. I swear we have a soccer player in the making here Tristan."
"Maybe it just liked the name."
"Maybe"
Before I can make another suggestion a yawn escapes from my mouth.
"So sleep it is"
"Huh? No I wanna….."
"Yawn again apparently. Mare we got another mouth and then some to figure it out so just go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us."
"Alright, Night"
"Night"
Next thing I remember is a load bang coming from our front door startling us both and judging by the rays of sun streaming into the room I'll say it's morning.
"What the hell!", Tristan mutters still half asleep and turn around to have a look at what time it's. "Shit it's nine; we forgot to set the alarm yesterday"
"Mmm", is all I come up with because my brain in all honesty didn't work that early in the morning back then.
"Rory, you're even worse than me" Tristan half mutters before I can feel him getting up from the bed to open the door.
Following that act I immediately hog the entire blanket and dive underneath it to block out the harsh sunlight. However my peace doesn't last long since I pretty soon hear my mom's voice as she enters the room.
"Rise and shine, an exciting day awaits, morning, morning, morning my little sunshine, well maybe not so little anymore but still"
"Mom, stop, way to perky."
"I come bearing gifts."
"That better be coffee or I'm so not talking to you."
"Then you're talking to me"
I carefully peek up from my haven and see that she in fact is holding a cup of coffee and I launch for it.
"Whoa easy"
I ignore her input and eagerly take a sip.
"Ugh, this is decaf"
"Sorry but Lukey wouldn't let me buy you anything else."
"TRISTAN!"
"I'm on it Mare!"
"Ah I taught you well"
A couple of minutes later Tristan comes in with a freshly made cup of coffee followed by Luke.
"Here you go my queen" he says and bows after giving me the coffee.
"You know that stuff isn't good for your baby", Luke grunts at us or rather at the supplier in question, Tristan.
"Yeah, well I take my chance since I have seen first hand what a caffeine deprived Rory is like and let me tell you it ain't pretty. Besides the baby is a Gilmore so it probably has coffee floating through its veins already,
"Good point. By the way where is Paris?
"She spent the night with your nephew", I answer his question.
"Ah I knew that little sneak was a little too nice and happy yesterday, I can't believe he tricked me again…grrr… Anyway how about you two get dressed so we can get this moving thing on the way."
"Alright"
Mom and Luke disappear to the living room and we proceed to change into less comfortable clothes.
After a whole day of shuttle traffic between the Yale's dormitories and our new place all our things have finally made the transition. Granted the place looks like a war zone but we all decide that will be tomorrow's problem. Mom and Luke head home after it has been decided they will came back in the morning to help us get some things set up, or rather Luke will help Tristan while mom and I will go doing some shopping for the baby, who is making its present known with its constant kicking. After mom and Luke have left both me and Tristan crash in our new bed and are out like the light.
TBC