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
"I want to show you something…" Tristan said- leading Rory through the woods with their fingers entwined.
"I don't like surprises," she said through an obvious smile.
Silence…
He stopped abruptly, and moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Nestling close to her, he smiled warmly and waved his hand in front of her.
Rory looked at the high tree house, gaping at it strangely. "What am I looking at?" she managed to get out through her overly wide smile.
He shrugged, and still held her tightly. "You said that you never had a tree house when you were little- so I had one built for you. I would have done it myself but I didn't have enough time, and I was so…"
His words were cut off as she turned in his arms, kissed him quickly, and skipped off to climb the ladder. "Come on Tristan," she waved once she reached the top, and continued into the mini house that was so much bigger than an average tree house.
Her eyes widened at the sight in front of her…There in the middle of the floor was a piano… and at the corner of the room was a bed with flower pedals bestowed upon it. The room was lit by candles, and smelled of vanilla. Rory closed her eyes and allowed the warmth take over her.
"Do you like it?" He asked, coming from behind her.
She opened her eyes- tears glistening- and almost choked out, "I love it."
He walked over to the piano and ran his fingers along the keys, "do you remember this?"
She looked at him- her eyes shooting up with amazement, and covered her mouth with her hand. "The piano…"
"From our first kiss," he finished, a small smile set on his lips.
"But how did you," she started- tears swelling her eyes…
He put a finger to her lips, and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry about it…"
And then their lips connected, and it was then Rory knew what was going to happen. They were going to do it…right her and now- for the first time together.
And she wasn't objecting…no, not at all
Rory awoke to a light knock on her door, and jumped- startled. "Who-is-it?" She asked between breaths.
Lisa popped her head in the door and smiled at her, "Ms. Gilmore, you have some one here to see you."
Rory looked at her clock, and wondered who it could be at ten-thirty in the morning. "Okay, I'll be right down."
After throwing a robe over her half naked body and quickly brushing her teeth, she made her way downstairs to find Tristan Dugrey sitting on her couch.
"What are you doing here?" She hissed, as she realized that her husband could walk in any minuet.
"We need to talk," he said, looking her in the eyes sternly.
She sighed, and wrapped the robe tighter around her body- suddenly feeling a little disposed. "Can you give me a minuet to throw something on?"
He nodded, and continued to stare off into space.
She crept upstairs, and went to change.
Tristan jumped as he heard a tiny voice scream, "Boo!" from behind him.
He laughed, and pulled Bella down on the couch and began to tickle her senseless. "That teaches you to scare me little missy!"
He didn't realize what he was doing exactly, but when he looked at her face and saw his trademark smirk- he pulled a way. "Sorry," he said awkwardly.
The little girl gaped at him- as if she didn't understand. "I like being tickled Tristy, my Mommy does it all the time."
He could only smile at the petite beauty. Reaching out- he ran his finger across her cheek and smiled. She was his…
If only she wasn't kept a secret all of this time…
His anger arose, and when he found his eyes staring into Rory's equally blue ones he scoffed.
She stared at him- bewildered by this and bewildered by the moment that she watched father and daughter share. "Let's go talk," she said, motioning for him to follow her.
He got up, and felt a tug on his leg. Looking down at the little girl, who was pouting and looked like a sweet angel, all he could manage was, "what's wrong peanut?"
She continued to pout, "Will you come back some time? I really want you to play with me…"
His heart broke…
Over and Over again with every word that escaped her lips.
And at this moment he hated Rory
He hated his grandfather
Hated his parents
He hated Luke
But most of all he hated him self for leaving…
He bent down, and ran his fingers through her long locks. "I'll never leave you again…"
And with that he got up and walked away, but not with out smiling back at the little girl who seemed to accept this and smile at him too.
He walked out to find Rory, staring at him like he had three heads. "What?" he asked, rather rudely in fact.
She jumped at his sudden anger, and her cheeks flushed. "Nothing, you're just weird is all. I just didn't expect you to warm up to Bella so quickly- or at all." She laid a hand over her stomach because she wasn't feeling too well, and something about how this conversation started- told her she would feel worse in a moment.
"Why does it shock you so much?" he asked tauntingly, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Tristan," she bit her lip, "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing- I just got a little reality check yesterday…and I'm having a hard time accepting it."
"What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes, "what kind of reality check?"
She was already beginning to feel dizzy.
"Have you spoken to your mother lately?" he asked, and couldn't stop the coldness drenching his words.
Her eyes went wide, and she held a hand to her mouth. "Oh god…"
"Bella's beautiful," he said, looking her straight in the eye as if he was challenging her.
"Thanks," she said, holding her stomach before it fell out of her body.
"That wasn't a compliment," he said harshly, "why would I compliment you on something that we created together?"
Rory stared at him for a very long time, before her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the floor.
Done…
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