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 note:
flash backs will be represented in italic
Warning: Short chapters…
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Rory walked slowly back into the diner, feeling slightly light-headed and ready to throw up a stomach full of coffee.
Her daughter lay contently against Luke's shoulder, sleeping peacefully, and her mother sat with her hands nervously playing with straws.
"Rory," Lorelai exhaled slowly, examining her weary first born.
Rory didn't say anything- instead she pulled up a chair beside her mother, and covered her eyes with her hand.
Luke already closed the diner.
And he mumbled something about how he was going upstairs to his old apartment to lay Bella down beside an also sleeping Lori.
Silence…
Lorelai cleared her throat, "what are you going to do?"
Rory looked up at her mother now- tears glistening in her stormy blue eyes and shrugged, "I don't know."
The older Gilmore accepted this, and looked away.
"Ryan's going to try to fight me for custody," Rory held back a sob; "I know it."
"She's not his daughter," Lorelai argued.
Rory gave a faint nod, "I know that, but Tristan doesn't."
"He knows," Lorelai reassured, and placed her hand atop her daughters' shaky one.
"It doesn't matter," Rory sighed, "Ryan has so much pull Mom, and he is one of Bella's guardians."
"Everything will be alright," Lorelai soothed, "we're going to call your grandfather and get this straightened out."
Rory nodded slowly.
Silence…
Lorelai looked at Rory and sighed, "Go to him."
"Excuse me?"
"Go to him before he leaves again…"
"I don't…"
"Go!"
Rory nodded, and ran her fingers through her hair. "What if he doesn't believe me?"
"Make him believe Rory…"
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Tristan tossed his last bag into the backseat of his car and sighed. His eyes drifted over the house that he spent so much time in during his growing years…with her.
And he closed his eyes at this moment- not willing to think about the good memories when so much was going so wrong.
It was inevitable…
His life was falling apart and she wasn't there.
He should have known.
Been use to it.
After all…when was she ever actually there?
So he decided that it was time to go back home- if that's what one would actually call his one bedroom apartment in Georgetown. He would leave for a while at least, and then come back to straighten the paternity bull shit out.
Bella…
She was the reason it was taking him so long to start up the engine and drive away. He had never been so much in love with someone that he only met a few days prior to this moment.
And he knew that her smile was his smile…
He knew that she was his
And he knew that Rory never was…
His pride and jealousy allowed him to turn the key in the ignition and drive away.
But there was somewhere he had to go first.
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I've never heard my heart beat so loud
As when his eyes begged me to reassure him
And frozen in my place…I couldn't
Because I could still smell his cologne on my skin
I could still taste his sweetness on my tongue
And feel his arms comfort me to sleep…
I remember when he loved me
And needed no reassurance
Rory ran home, and upon catching her breath as she caught glimpse of her house, she noticed the lack of cars in front of it.
Tristan's' car to be exact…
She stumbled up the steps, and knew that surely there was no one inside the house. Opening the door revealed just that, but she reached for her car keys and exited in no time flat.
If she had any luck she knew where he would head…
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Ryan dialed the number again, and then upon no answer he slammed the phone shut in frustration.
He refused to lose…
Bella and Rory were his
And that's exactly how it was going to stay.
Done…
Sorry it took me so long to put this chapter up. I've been very busy with finals, and my boyfriend leaving for the summer to College. No need to worry though- school is out, and I will be posting.