Chapter Five

When Tristan answers the door his heart swells in his chest. He knows that sounds like a Hallmark card or a cliché (which usually goes hand-in-hand) but at the sight of Rory and his little girl is too much.

"Hi Tristan," Rory says.

"Daddy!" Aurora shouts as she races into his arms. "Guess what?"

Tristan is crouched to Aurora's height and stares into her eyes. "What?"

"Grandma Lorelai…"

Grandma Lorelai? Where the hell does Rory get off?

"Grandma Lorelai?" Tristan asks his daughter. He looks up at Rory, as she shrugs.

"Trust me. Not my idea."

"Daddy…" Aurora begins to whine as she tugs on his wrinkled dress shirt. "You're not listening to me…"

Tristan is staring at Rory as Rory continues staring at Tristan who are totally oblivious of his daughter.

Aurora continues as if nothing is changing. "And Grandma Lorelai took us out for ice cream. I had Green tea! It was good! I like Grandma Lorelai. Can I visit her again? She promised me more ice cream. Says Gilmore girls have ice cream all the time, and I remind her of one. Of a Gilmore girl, just like her!"

Tristan looks angrily at Rory, "I'm sure you do, sweetie. Would you go inside, please? Daddy needs to talk to Grandma Lorelai's daughter."

Rory picked up on his sarcasm.

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"You know…" Nathan says, "Beyond the Galaxy club, Yearbook, debate team…"

"Yeah, I know. But why her?" Adam asks, kind of jealous. He was planning on asking her to prom. "Come on man, you can't ask Avery out. She's…well…she's…unsocial…"

"Is that even a word?" Nathan asks his friend.

"Obviously…Buddy, I'm the one with straight A's. You might want to listen to me once in a while."

"If you're the one with straight A's, shouldn't you be best friends with Avery by now?"

"I mean, I like her, but she's not really your type. You know, you like them dumb, blonde, and beautiful."

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After the twins calm down a little they race back to the spa.

"Have you seen our little sister? The girl that was playing in the corner?" The twins try to speed talk. The receptionist looks up at them, bored, less than happy that they two most high maintenance, pain-in-the-ass customers have returned.

The receptionist chomps on her bubble gum. "I don't know. I think this lady with a teenage girl took her home. Gilmore something, I think. Anyways, you should thank them for saving your ass. Your father already called."

"Seriously?" Blair asks her incredulously, hands on her hips. "You let her go with strangers?"

"Hey," the receptionist looks up from her magazine. "You guys were the ones to leave her here. We're not a babysitting service, and she seemed to know the girl."

"Fine," Blair bitches and the girls race to the car and drive home.

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"Come on guys, just do daddy a favour and get in the car. Please…."

"We don't want to!" the boys shout.

Logan tries to bribe them. "If you get in the car within the next three seconds I'll be you boys a new game."

Both boys hightail it into Logan's sleek silver Mercedes, and Logan smiles.

Logan hands them both the new vocabulary game for their DS that he was saving to give them for Christmas this year. It wasn't out yet, but he knows people. And so does his father. Sometimes the Huntzberger name comes in handy. He smiles as the reward is complete silence (aside from the beeping) on the way back to the Gilmore residence.