Unconditional Presence

By: curlyk03

Rating: M. There is and will be sexual content.

I own nothing but the right to have an imagination.

Enjoy!

"Oh, don't mention it. We don't see Rory in here very often, so I was quite surprised to see her come in and just…throw up! Tristan, on the other hand, we don't like to talk about."

"Hey! I'm in here because I oversleep a lot!" Tristan defended himself. The others laughed and merely nodded.

Two months and a few days later

7:15 AM

Rory uneasily walked into school that morning. She'd had her last doctor's appointment on Friday, which was when the doctor told her she'd start growing fast. Up until that point, the growth hadn't been much, but the growth between then and her last appointment indicated major changes fast. Looking at her stomach on that Monday morning, she felt like she was even bigger. And it was quite possible as she was almost halfway into her second trimester.

It wasn't enough that she had to buy a complete new set of bras for her significantly increased breast size, but her mom had to move the buttons on her kilt so it would still fit.

Tristan had continued to be sweet throughout the whole thing, even when his parents threatened to cut him off. Tristan reminded them he was 18 and didn't need permission to access some of his private accounts. The Gilmore's also were able to show the DuGrey's, without Rory or Tristan's knowledge of course, that this could be good. A joining of the Dugrey's and Gilmore's would certainly be grand! So they remained pissed, but kept their mouths shut.

There was no sex since the one time in the very beginning and Rory wanted to keep it like that. Of course, Tristan didn't, so they compromised. They fooled around every so often, but mostly just talked.

At lunch, Rory sat down at her usual table, drowning out the sounds of curious onlookers. It didn't help much when Tristan sat down across from her and took her headphones off her head alerting her to his presence.

"Wanna talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" she asked, nervously.

He looked around to make sure no one was within hearing distance. "You're showing, Rory. I don't think it'll be long until it's noticeable to everyone."

She gasped. "You can tell?"

"Right now, no. But I was with you on Friday. I just didn't say anything. I also felt a something this morning." Rory dropped her gaze.

"I wouldn't even know how to go about telling anyone." Tristan turned around and scanned the lunchroom.

"Paris!" He called after the blonde as she was about to sit down. She looked up and cocked an eyebrow. He motioned with his finger for her to come closer. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the table. Setting her tray down, she scooted around the bench and sat down.

"What? I have editing to do so make this quick."

"We need your help," Tristan started.

She scoffed. "I don't baby-sit."

"Paris, this is serious," Rory pleaded.

"Fine, what is it?"

"I'm starting to show. I figure I have a few more weeks until people can tell through my uniform."

"That's a predicament."

"Which is why we need your help!"

"Please, Paris. I called you over because I know you're usually discreet about things. I just thought you might have an idea for Rory and/or me."

"Well you could stand on the table and scream it," she suggested.

"That is an awful idea," Rory pouted.

"Okay, before I make anymore 'awful' ideas," she gave Rory a pointed look. "You guys need to be aware that no matter what way you put it, this is a big deal. Tristan, people might expect that you'd knock someone up. If it were Summer, most of the girls would be pregnant by next month. Rory, you're innocent. No matter who knocks you up, it's…for lack of a better word, scandalous. Now Tristan impregnating you, that's front page in the newspaper worthy."

"Not helping," Rory gritted out.

Paris sighed. "You need to take this for what it is. You're pregnant, Tristan's the dad, and we're the only 3 who know. At least student-wise."

"There's nothing we can do to diffuse the gossip, not even a little?"

"You need to go to one of the center gossipers. Now, I can name a few, but I'm guessing the only who would be appropriate at this time is Louise." Rory groaned.

"When?" Tristan asked.

"Whenever you want. Probably before people ask you about it. I suggest now."

"Now?" Rory asked, incredulously.

"It's like a bandaid. Quick and almost painless."

"Not the same thing, Paris."

"Okay, well she's pretty good at keeping secrets quiet for 2-3 days. But after that, no guarantees. So, she can help you since she'd be the one technically spreading it." The two nodded.

"Thanks Paris. It means a lot to me that you're so supportive."

"Someone had to get pregnant, it just sucks it's you. I'll send Louise over." Paris took her tray and left the lunchroom after pointing them out to Louise. Louise raised her eyebrows and swayed her hips as she approached them. She sat down, smiling.

"I hear there's something I need to know." Tristan nodded and looked across the table at Rory. She looked scared shitless.

"Paris told me you keep secrets 2-3 days."

"Yes, I can. After that it gets to stressful. What is it?"

"Well, we're asking you to keep this under super wraps," Tristan started.

"Consider it done."

Rory took a deep breath. "When you saw the white stuff on my underwear…well it was Tristan's." Louise immediately coughed.

"Sorry, just choked on my spit. I could've sworn you just say Tristan's cum was on your panties," Louise said bluntly.

"It is. I don't know if you remember at your party seeing me really early the next morning and me asking you if I did anything stupid," Louise nodded in remembrance, "but I did. I specifically did Tristan."

"Holy shit," Louise breathed, a new life in her.

"Keep it quiet, remember," Tristan reminded. She nodded quickly.

"Oh god." Pause. "Umm…I'm pregnant." Pause. Louise began to crack up. Tristan and Rory just looked at each other confused.

"That was a good one!" Louise said when her laughter died down.

"We're being serious, Louise. I'm about 15 weeks pregnant and I'm starting to show." Louise's face fell.

"Ha wow." She swallowed. "This is serious." Rory nodded. "Okay, I'll keep this quiet for 3 days. Try to at least. I haven't had information this juicy in a long, long time. Of course you'll want it done with discretion." They nodded fast.

"Thanks, Louise. This means a lot," Rory said, smiling appreciatively. Louise nodded.

"Of course. Well, thanks for telling me. I'm going to get to class," Louise said and pointed, smiling at the two of them.

"Something makes me not want to trust her," Tristan said as the blonde walked away.

"Seriously," Rory said and dug her head into her hands.

3 days later

True to Louise's word, it had been three days and no one knew. Well up until that point at least. Since everyone knew the two were dating, they now acted like a couple in school. Minus the locker make out sessions, of course. They walked into the school, hand in hand, and as soon as they opened the doors, they saw about 100 faces staring at them. They looked at each other and trudged through the crowded hallway. They reached Rory's locker and they did a double take. There was a balloon taped to her locker reading, 'New Baby' with a picture of baby shoes in the middle. Taped to the balloon ribbon was a piece of paper reading, 'Congratulations, Rory and Tristan!'.

"So much for being discreet," Tristan muttered and tapped the paper.

"Hey guys." They turned and saw Louise.

"You call that discreet?! That's the most obvious thing you could do!"

"Look, everyone knows now. And this way, it'll cool off. People will get used to the fact that you are and they'll get over it. Summer will piss herself, but she's an asshole anyway. Just go with it. You'll be fine." Louise smiled encouragingly and walked away.

Tristan turned to Rory; she looked like she was about to cry. "Babe, come here." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. He felt her body start to shake as she rubbed her back.

"What a pity. Now you're stuck with her." Tristan turned and saw Summer, with a very faux sympathetic look.

"She's a million times better than you ever were, Summer. And hey, maybe I like the chase. Turns out, I don't like when things are just…handed to me." Summer looked surprised.

"Well I hope you two are happy. Call me if you need a break from babysitting."

"You are not the person I'd go to if I were in that position. Move on." Summer's mouth gaped as she bit her lip and turned away. He shook his head and pulled away from Rory. He saw her puffy, red eyes.

"I'm sorry about your shirt." He looked down and saw a circle of wetness.

"Don't worry about it."

"Who would be your go to person?"

"You don't know?" he asked, sweetly. She bit her lip and shrugged. "You are." He pulled away and got down on one knee. She looked at him like he was crazy.

"I'm not asking you to marry me." He quickly assured her. She visibly relaxed. He pulled her towards him and massaged her knuckles. "I can't ask you to promise that you'll one day marry me, either. But I can ask and I am asking you always keep a place in your heart for me, okay? Whether this works or not, we'll always join together for the sake of our baby." Rory wiped away a tear and smiled despite what just happened. She pulled him up.

"I promise. A thousand times over, I promise," she breathed. That was something she could agree too. In the midst of it all, she knew she could do that. After all, he was seeking for something she'd always wanted as well; for their child to have a tight union between parents, regardless of marital status. He smiled down at her and kissed her softly.

"Come on or we're going to be late." He pulled her along, despite the shocked faces that trailed after them. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the comments she was sure to hear from various students from now on.

By the time lunch rolled around, Rory had heard every rumor. Tristan raped her, she went to his house and impregnated herself with his seed, it's just a ploy to get money from Tristan, it was a one night stand that ended badly, Tristan was only being nice because he didn't want to go back to military school, etc. Each rumor she heard was even farther from the truth.

She held her usual book in one hand and bagged lunch in another as she entered the lunchroom. She sat down at her normal table and immediately started her daily routine.

She read 2 pages before it was too unbearable to continue. People were staring, whispering, and some even kicked the table as they walked by. She clenched her fist and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Hey." She opened her eyes to see Bowman standing across from her. Without permission he sat down across from her. She rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"I can't come and eat lunch with you?"

"Seriously?" She sent him a death glare.

"I mean, I just think it sucks that people are making up rumors about you and Tristan. I mean, come on. Like you two would actually have sex." He laughed. "It was a good prank, I have to admit. You've got the whole student body talking and gossiping."

"Good, so clear it up with everyone. I'm pregnant and the sex happened with consent—from both parties." Rory moved her gaze back to her book, trying to ignore him.

"You already got me, you can drop the act." She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Hey." Without opening her eyes, she smiled at the voice. She opened her eyes and watched at Tristan sat down next to Bowman, confused. "Stop bothering her."

"I'm not, we're just talking."

"You're telling me I'm lying about being pregnant!"

"Whatever." Bowman got up and walked away.

"Well that was interesting, no?" Rory asked with a grim smile.

"You've heard the rumors too, then?"

"Of course," she sighed.

"One more day and then it's Saturday."

"Woohoo," Rory said, deadpanned.

A/N: Yea…so that wasn't a great chapter, but oh well. Smut/Lemons next chapter, so get ready! :) I have two questions though, if you guys could answer, that would be cool.

Kay, there's 2. Answer both or just one.

Do you spell it "blonde" or "blond"? MS Word doesn't list either as incorrect, so how do YOU spell it?

What do you call sex scenes? "Smut", "Lemons", or something else? I'd only heard of smut, but then I started reading Twilight fanfic (I know, I know hehe), and they all refer to it as lemons. So yea, just curious.

Hope you all have an awesome New Years and I'll post the next chapter Thursday or Friday! :) Let me know what you think! Thanks, Kiki