Under the Mistletoe

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: You never know just who is behind that white beard or in that red suit... Christmas fluff.

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Part Three- The First Noelle

"She's beautiful," Rory murmured in awe.

"She looks just like her mother," Tristan said softly, starring across the small cradle at Rory.

Rory looked up and smiled at him. "She looks like you too."

Tristan shrugged. "I guess she has my ears."

Rory giggled, looking back down at the sleeping newborn baby. She had been born the morning before, Christmas Eve, and was able to come home on Christmas day.

"We still have to name her," Rory said, as she gently stroked the baby's soft skin.

"Well, I have an idea of what you want," Tristan trailed off, as he watched the mother of his child.

Rory looked up at him with a grin, before they said together, "Lorelai the fourth."

Rory's grin grew wider. "You don't mind do you? I mean it is a bit of a tradition with my family."

"Nah, I think it suits her," Tristan said softly looking down adoringly at his offspring. "I just get to choose her middle name."

Rory's head darted up. "Tristan," she said warningly.

"Don't worry," Tristan smirked. "Actually, I already have a name in mind."

Rory looked at him curiously. "Well? What?" she prodded once he did not go on.

Tristan smiled. "Lorelai Noelle Dugrey."

A smile came across Rory's face. "I like it."

"Thought you would," Tristan said confidently. "She's our little Christmas Angel, born on Christmas Eve. Sort of fitting with our history."

Rory smiled back widely.

They were to celebrate their third year anniversary of their marriage in just a week. It was a happy marriage. The only fights they had were about stupid things. It was not long before one or the other was crawling back for forgiveness from the other... Tristan found that he was the one who crawled back with his tail between his legs more often than not. They were currently living in New York City, as that is where both of their jobs took them. Rory working for the New York Times. Tristan working in advertising for a large online store. Both were happy with where they were in life.

However then came the news just nine months ago. They were pregnant. Rory had ran out of birth control, and Tristan not being one to be able to resist her tried to inform her that just once without it would not hurt. Boy was he ever wrong. They had not plan on having kids quite yet, as both were busy with their jobs. They wanted to have more time to put into a family when they decided to have one. But after finding out the news, both admitted to the other that they were excited about this new adventure that they were about to embark on. Both had hoped that one careless night would bring this, even though neither voiced their hopes at the time.

"Are you happy?" Tristan whispered as he rested his chin on the edge of the small crib.

Rory looked across at him, leaning down to also rest her head on it. "Yeah, but..."

"But what?" Tristan frowned. He felt it was his mission to always make sure that she was happy. Just as it was also now his mission to always make little Lorelai Noelle always happy.

Rory sat up, licking her lips, as she hesitated, before answering. "Well, I never really imagined raising kids here, here in the city."

Tristan nodded his head. "Yeah, it's not quite the best place to bring up a family."

"I always imagined myself with a family in a small town..."

"Stars Hollow?" Tristan questioned as he raised his head, a small smile playing across his lips.

Rory nodded meekly.

"Well then, let's move there," Tristan suggested.

"But your job... and mine," Rory protested.

"Unlike my father, my family's happiness is my first priority," Tristan explained. "So the only thing in question is your job?"

"I already talked to my editor," Rory smiled. "I want to make my number one priority making our little girl's life the happiest it can be."

Tristan smiled. "I guess that settles it. We're moving to Stars Hollow."

"Stars Hollow," Rory sighed, happy that she was going home. She had been living with Tristan in New York for three years now, however never quite felt like it was home.

"Rory," Tristan said gently. "When there's something you want or something is wrong, I do not want you to be afraid to mention it to me. Just like the whole having kids, I wish you had told me sooner you wanted them."

"I know, I'm sorry," Rory said looking down.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Tristan said soothingly, as her hormones got the better of her. "You want your Christmas present?"

"Tristan," Rory wailed. "I haven't even had time to get you anything this year, with being stuck in bed!"

"You already gave me the best gift you could," Tristan smiled, as he looked down at the small bundle. "Our little Christmas Angel."

Rory smiled back.

"Now, here," Tristan said taking the small box from his pocket. He handed it to Rory. He knew that she already knew what it contained. A charm. It became a tradition between them that every Christmas he added another charm to her charm bracelet. It gave them something to reflect back on, on the past years' Christmas'. Rory never took the bracelet off.

Rory opened the box, gasping at the charm. She then looked up at him with wide eyes. "How did you know that I would agree to name her that?"

Tristan just gave her his all knowing smirk. "I had a feeling."

The charm this year said "Noel" in gold letters, with small diamonds outlining it.

Rory looked up at Tristan with a big smile, hugging him over the crib. "It's perfect."

"You're perfect," Tristan whispered as they embraced.