TITLE: No Longer
PAIRING: L/L, L/D, R?
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, just this story and the made up stuff about this show…such as Tristan Dugrey this late in the show or them getting married.
SUMMARY: Tristan divorces Rory, but fate disagrees.
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Talking with Jess:
The two days were up and someone was there to pick her up with Lorelai but Rory didn't see them at first.
'See now you actually look healthy! And my, my, my, your starting to show!' Lorelai said lifting her shirt up a little.
'Sorta'. Rory said blushing slightly.
'I brought someone with me.' Lorelai said.
'Oh! Don't keep it a secret!'
'Okay, come here!' Lorelai called. A man stepped forward into sight.
'JESS!' Rory said happily and giving him a hug.
'So, your mom said you wanted to talk to me, but she didn't tell me why.'
'I'll tell you. Let's just get out of here.' Jess nodded and they followed Rory out. Reporters had spotted them and gathered around her asking her about her "new" coffee addiction. They just pushed through them and finally they made it back to Rory's house.
'You need me to stick around?' Lorelai asked.
'Nah, I'm good. Thanks so much mom for everything.'
'Your welcome.' Lorelai pulled Rory to her for a hug. Jess kept quiet.
'Hey Ror, you want me to stay?' he asked finally.
'Yea, I wanna talk to you.'
'Okay. I'm gonna go get some water.' He said walking to the kitchen.
'So Rory, I cleaned up a little around here, you know so you're eating your food and not living in it.'
'Thanks.'
'Sure. Well, call me sweets.'
'I will.' Rory smiled as Lorelai walked out to go home. Jess came back handing Rory a glass also.
'So…rehab? I mean I'm hoping that those reporters were being funny about the coffee addiction thing.'
'Come sit.' Rory said smiling. He followed her.
'Okay, a few days ago, I was walking back to my room when this woman who said she had permission to interview me, asked me why I was in rehab. Well, I don't want everyone to know because, well I need to think everything over first, so I told them that I had a coffee addiction. And you know…everyone who knows me—even if only meeting me once, knows that coffee is my life so it's actually really funny.' Jess smiled and shook his head.
'So the coffee addiction was just an excuse, right?'
'Yea. Okay, so the day I went into rehab, I had gone into hibernation for two days and I slept through most of it. My mom came and she saw me and my very messy house. My diet had been grapefruits and coffee.'
'Grapefruit!'
'Yea, but that's also a common food craving and they are actually really good. So they weighed me and I was I think I was like 92 pounds or something so my mom made me go into rehab to get healthy and, um,….' Tears started to form in Rory's eyes.
'God, I can't believe I'm still crying about this.' She said wiping away the forming tears.
'Rory, what ever it is, I'm here for you.'
'I know, but you can't tell anyone.'
'Okay, so no Tristan?'
'Especially him, because this has to do with him.'
'But if it has to do with him—'
'Please!' Rory begged.
'Okay, it stays with me…and only me.'
'Okay, so my mom was really confused about this all and there's something that I really wanted to talk to you about, because I seriously have no idea what to do.'
'Okay, but it would help to know what it was.' Rory laughed softly.
'Jess…I'm, I'm pregnant.'
'Wha? Wow. I wasn't expecting that.'
'Neither was I.' Rory said wiping away some of the falling tears. Jess moved to her more and pulled her towards him wrapping his arms around her.
'So how does this involve Tristan?' he asked after several minutes of silence.
'The only way it could.'
'That he's your ex-husband?' Rory shook her head and pulled away.
'No, stupid! It's his baby!'
'Okay, wow that's even more of a shocker. So is there a story to that too?'
'Yea. My grandma's birthday party for me. Tristan was there and he drove me home and we ended up having sex. Not to gross you out but we didn't even get to the bed, and on top of that, we were unprotected.'
'Yea, well I guess the easiest way to get pregnant is no protection.'
'Yea, but then we had sex AGAIN the next night. We bumped into each other in a bar and we ended up having sex against a wall in an alley.'
'So why are you sure it was that one night?'
'Cause we used protection the next night.'
'Ahh. So you don't know what to do about this.'
'Yea, I mean we're divorced and I'm pregnant with his baby, but I mean we had tried really hard for a baby, and now…we can have one and we aren't together anymore.'
'Wait what do you mean you tried?'
'Oh god. Jess, please don't tell anyone that! Not even my mom knows. Me and Tristan wanted to keep it to ourselves.'
'I wont but what do you mean?'
'Well, when we were married we had tried and I couldn't get pregnant so we went to see a doctor. Me and Tristan are both able to make them, nothing was wrong but it just never happened.'
'I'm sorry.'
'No don't be. I mean I don't wanna make Tristan give everything up. I couldn't do that.'
'I understand that Rory, but if what you say it is true about not getting pregnant, then maybe you should tell Tristan. I mean, no matter what, that baby needs a father, and me knowing Tristan, I know that he will make an amazing dad, and he deserves to have the chance.'
'How long do you think I have?'
'For what?'
'Before I start showing.'
'Oh, umm, why are you asking me of all people?'
'Don't know. You were the closest.'
'Ahh. Okay umm, how many months are you?'
'About three.'
'Have you started to show at all?'
'Yea.' She said pulling up her shirt slightly to show Jess the small curve.
'I would say, umm, about month…plus or minus.'
'Great.' She said sarcastically.
'Look I gotta get going. Ally is waiting for me.'
'Okay. Thanks.'
'Sure, and remember, if you pick up your phone and dial seven numbers, I'll pick up. OR you could always leave me a message.'
'I'll remember that.' Rory said smiling and getting. She took Jess's glass from him and shut the door after him.
'I told Jess that we couldn't have a baby! Uhh, god!'' Rory said burying her head in her hands as she laid down on her couch.
