Chapter 18

Tristan POV

The whole way to Rory's apartment after work, I couldn't get my conversation with him out of my head. When I got home, I walked in and sat my briefcase down by the little table and hung my jacket up. "Babe? You here?" I said.

"Kitchen." I heard back. I walked towards the kitchen to find her on the phone. "Yes, I understand that, but you see he and I are actually divorced." Rory was on the phone obviously dealing with something that had to deal with Logan. "Okay thank you. I'll have my lawyer be in touch...bye." She closed her phone. "Argggghh!" She yelled and laid her head on the breakfast bar.

I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong babe?" I asked.

"That was the hospital." Rory said. "They said that they're not sure why but that he had me listed as next of kin. So, I spent forty-five minutes on the phone with them arguing about how I can get my name off all of his emergency contact papers." She turned to face me.

"We'll figure it out." I told her.

"Well they told me that if my lawyer send over a copy of my divorce papers that they can take me off of everything. So, I'm gonna call Dad first thing in the morning when I get to the office. He has a copy of it in his office safe."

I leaned down and kissed her. "Sounds like a plan, babe. Anything else interesting happen?"

"Well..." She said.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I went to see my doctor today." She says catching me off guard.

"How'd that go?"

"Well, she said that if we are really serious about having a baby then she would recommend that I stop taking my birth control." She tells me. I walk over to the fridge and get a beer.

"Well do you?"

She nodded. "I do. But I wanted to talk to you about it first."

"If you really want this then I say let's do. We're gonna have to find a bigger place. I mean, we would have two kids and a nanny." I tell her, and she nods.

"How was your day?" She asked me.

"In full honesty?" I say, and she nods.

"Now what?" I told her about Logan coming to see me. By the time that I finished telling her the entire story she was laughing. "Is it bad that I think that this is funny?" She was pacing around the room.

"Nope." I said.

I grabbed her hand as she started to pace past me again, pulling her back to me. I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Where's Van?" I asked.

"In her room." She said.