Sorry it's been so long but here's the next chapter. It's just a little something and it's in Tristan's point of view.
a/n: Went through and edited and will have a new chapter for you guys for this fic in a few days.
Please R&R.
They were sitting in the living room of Rory's Manhattan apartment when Tristan noticed that she had actually fallen asleep.
He had just came back from the kitchen with their fifth or maybe it was there sixth refill of coffee, he wouldn't tell her he had made it decaf though.
Tristan sighed looking at her.
When he came knocking at her door and she answered it, she didn't look quite at devastating as the magazine caption, or his mother had stressed it, but she didn't look the greatest either.
She opened the door and he looked at her quickly, giving her whole body a once over, before hugging her, before she allowed him to hug her.
That little ten-second conversation replayed in his mind.
"Mary," Tristan whispered.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you're okay."
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"I heard about the magazine. Actually, Mom called and told me."
"Oh well yeah I'm fine."
"You don't look or sound fine," he said
And it was true she didn't look or sound fine.
Her hands were wrapping her robe around her body more efficiently and her eyes bloodshot from crying.
As Tristan looked at her now, he couldn't help but sigh and remember the girl he had been with just a few short months ago, two to be exact.
Sighing once more, he breathed in the sight of her and sat down the coffee mugs on the nearby table.
In a quick movement he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, they once shared.
Laying her gently down on the bed, he untucked the bed clothing and carefully put it over her making sure to cover all of her body, knowing her well enough he knew one of her pet peeves was for covers not to be covering all of her.
He looked around the room for a minute, it the lightly lit room, done by the nightlight, he could still see the pictures of them placed around the room.
A picture of them at their engagement party, taken by Babbette, donned her bedside table.
The picture representing the very happiness they had brought to each other's lives.
After the long night of conversation, Tristan was growing tired and knew he wouldn't be going home.
They still needed to talk.
To retalk.
And eventually retalk some more.
They still loved each other.
That was obvious enough.
Now they just had to get through this.
Undressing and changing into shorts in the bathroom, Tristan returned to bed, and slid in ever so gently, making sure not to disturb Rory.
"What happened to you Mary," Tristan questioned as she snuggled into him close for comfort.
They would wake up tomorrow and have to face the inevitable.
They would have to make a decision, but for now they would just relish in each other's arms, in each other's presents.
Until tomorrow that is.
Until tomorrow.
Ok so ther it was, just a little filler, leading up to the big stuff of course.
Review please and tell of your ideas and such.
Backstory of their engagement along with flashbacks will be in the next chapter and it will be out sooner...I promise!
Thanks,
Hales!!
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