Claim: I own Bella, Ryan and maybe a few short scene characters…

Sum it up: "I never cared that much," Rory stubbornly retorted, and watched as he sauntered out of her life…again.

Mental notes:

flash backs will be represented in italic

Less dialogue than most of my stories

More happened during Rory's time at Yale

I love Trory )

Warning: Short chapters…

Feedback: would be beautiful

Note: Papa means grandfather

"Bella…she's yours."

Lorelai's words were creating a painful throbbing against Tristan's heart. Throwing himself down on his bed, he tried to breathe.

It can't be true…

No- it's not true

This is just a dream

He was hyperventilating- that he knew for sure…

And he tried to stop the aching of his brain as millions of thoughts and questions clouded it.

He picked up the phone- maybe he should call an ambulance- a doctor- a physiatrist- his grandfather!

Ring-Ring

'Papa…'

'Tristan, is that you? Oh my, it's almost midnight.'

'Yes, it's me… I think I'm going to have a heart attack.'

'Oh my, do you want me to call an ambulance?'

'No…'

Pause

'What's wrong, my boy?'

'I'm…I'm a father.'

The words seemed all too delusional to Tristan

'Oh.'

Pause…and heavy breathing

'You knew, didn't you?'

'Maybe you should come over…we could play poker or go out to eat.'

A sigh

'Did everyone know, but me?'

'I'm sorry son.'

'I don't know what to say.'

'I would have told you, but it's not my place.'

'You're my grandfather!' Tristan's voice rose slightly, and he ran his fingers through his tousled hair.

'I'm sorry, but Rory wanted to tell you.'

A sigh

'Tristan… your father thought it was best that you didn't know, and your mother didn't have the heart to tell you. They wanted you to have the future that you've always dreamed of, and with a kid it would be difficult.'

'The future they always dreamed of,' Tristan corrected, tears now forming in his blue eyes. 'I just can't believe this…I mean- she's five.'

'I know.'

'I missed five years of my,' A pause, 'daughter life. How am I supposed to feel about that? I don't even know what it is I'm feeling right now, besides the fact that I could use an inhaler right about now.'

'Breathe Tristan…'

'I should be pissed off right now…I should hate all of you but I'm just too tired.'

'I'm sorry son…'

'You all knew how I felt about her.'

'We did.'

'A kid… my kid…'

'She's beautiful.'

'Yes…she is.'

'So, you spoke to Rory?'

The painful stabbing continued, 'I did…But Lorelai is the one who told me.'

'Oh'

Silence

'I'm so stupid,' Tristan sounded drained...and hurt

'Get some rest son, call me in the morning.'

'Okay.'

'And don't do anything stupid.'

'I'll try.'

Meanwhile…

"We're not supposed to keep things from each other," Lorelai huffed, crossing her arms to her chest.

Luke carried Lori in his arms, and put the sleeping beauty in her bed. "I promised him…"

"You promised me the day you said 'I do'," she plummeted down on the couch.

"What was I supposed to do? I promised you and Rory that I wouldn't tell him about his kid," he scoffed, "damn-it Lorelai! I promised to help keep his own kid from him! And he was like a son to me…"

Lorelai's eyes watered up, "he was like a son to me too!"

He bit his lip, "So many times I wanted to tell him…Every time he asked about Rory and I could almost feel his pain- I just couldn't…"

Lorelai walked over to him, and embraced him. "Well, he knows now…"

Meanwhile…

Rory paced her living room floor, millions of thoughts flowing through her brain. Tristan was there- and so was Bella…in the same room.

It was almost too strange.

A sight that Rory didn't think she'd ever see…

And neither of them knew just how alike they actually were…father and daughter.

Rory felt the pain clenching her heart… there was so much to think about.

Ryan walked into the living room, crossing his arms to his chest.

"Why are you pacing?"

"Because I can," she snapped back, and continued to pace.

He bit his lip, and stepped forward, grabbing a hand full of her long hair. "When are you going to learn not to speak to me like that?"

"Don't touch me," she growled, and tried to loosen herself from his grip.

"You're my wife," he growled back, throwing her down on to the couch, "I can touch you however I damn near please."

She whimpered softly, and watched him disappear into the other room.

In the morning

Tristan waited for someone to answer the door, and was happy when he was greeted by the sad eyes of Luke.

"I'm sorry son," Luke said, pulling Tristan into a hug, "I wanted to tell you…"

Tristan pulled back, "I know."

"Come in," Luke waved his hands, and led Tristan into the house.

Everything looked the same, and Tristan was relieved to see this. "Is Lorelai home?"

"She'll be right down," Luke said, and then went into the kitchen to make some coffee.

Lorelai came down the stairs, staring at the man she once thought was going to take her daughter's hand in marriage. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," he answered honestly, and sat down onto the couch.

"I wanted to show you a few things…" Lorelai started, looking through a closet. She took out a box full of letters, and handed it to Tristan. "She started these, but never sent them out, considering the fact that she didn't have an address to send them to. Maybe you want to read some."

Tristan nodded, and Lorelai excused her self from the room, giving him privacy.

Dear Tristan,

How do I even begin?

She looks a lot like you…She has your nose, your hair, and your cocky grin.

And I know that she's going to act just like you when she gets older because she gave me hell in labor.

Yes, I'm talking about your daughter. Now, don't freak out and do something stupid… I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner- I tried looking for you, but no one knew where you were. I think your father knew, but he wouldn't tell me.

Figures, huh? I doubt that a child was in mapped out plans for you. Sorry if they weren't in yours, but I didn't climb on top of myself and get pregnant.

Her name is Isabella…and she's beautiful.

She's yours…

I don't know what else to say, but I hope you don't jump off of a bridge when you read this…I just don't know how else I could tell you this.

You probably hate me, and never want to see me again. Well, you made that pretty clear when you left without a word, but you must hate me more now…

I'm sorry

Sincerely,

Rory

Done…

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I used the line 'climb on myself and get pregnant' from Save The last Dance…

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