Unconditional Presence
By: curlyk03
Rating: M. There is and will be sexual content.
I own nothing but the right to have an imagination.
Enjoy!
"How's Beckham doing? Think we can try and go back to sleep again?" He asked, yawning.
"Yea let's try. Keep rubbing my stomach though." Tristan nodded and they moved down simultaneously. He pulled her closer to him and continued his massage on her stomach.
"Still calm?" He whispered.
"So far so good."
One month later
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
"Noo, more sleep." Rory grumbled, and answered her obnoxious cell phone. "For a slow and torturous death, stay on the line."
"Were you sleeping?" Came Tristan's amused voice.
"No, I'm always this cheery when I answer the phone." She said, deadpanned.
"Okay, not the time to joke. Got it. You do know what time it is, right?"
"Too early, go back to sleep." She said, moving carefully to resituate herself.
"It's 2pm."
"Mmmm, no." Rory groaned. "I feel like I need another 5 hours of sleep."
"What time did you go to sleep last night?"
"Around 11 I think, but sleeping is becoming increasingly difficult with my potbelly. I woke up a lot."
"I'm sorry, baby. Can I take you out tonight to make up for it?"
"Go spend time with your more energetic girlfriends."
He laughed. "But I want to spend time with you. You're my favorite."
"That's sweet, but my feet are to sore to go dancing." She said sleepily. She listened to him laugh again.
"Dancing? Really? Even if you weren't pregnant, I wouldn't take you dancing. You're an amazing person, but we'll be taking lessons before I bring you dancing. I prefer my feet without bruises."
"Then what are we doing?"
"I just want to go out with you for a little bit. It can be just dinner, if you want."
"Only if you come over before and massage my feet." Even hrough the phone, he could tell she was grinning.
He scoffed. "Fine, be ready to go at 6."
"Okay, call me at 5 to wake me up again."
"Okay, baby. Night."
"Night." She dropped her phone beside her and snuggled back into her pillow, quickly falling back asleep.
By 6, she had put on a simple, but nice maternity dress and was waiting sitting on the couch for Tristan. Lorelai helped her onto the couch.
"I wish someone helped to lower me to the couch when I was that pregnant. Would have made for a lot less jostling in there. Sorry." Lorelai grinned at Rory and patted her head. Rory laughed.
"Thanks mom. Now I know why things are scattered up here." She pointed to her head. Lorelai frowned and nodded.
"'Fraid so, Ror. Try to be nicer to that thing than I was to you."
"Just because it's a boy doesn't mean that it won't be any less like us."
"But…it's a boy." Lorelai scrunched up her face.
"Next one will be a girl, promise."
"Yea, but I expect that the next one won't be until you're 30."
Rory patted her stomach. "Sounds like a good plan."
"Hello?" The two girls turned to see Tristan walking into the living room.
"Why, you look handsome today." Lorelai complimented.
"Down, mom. Don't rob the cradle."
"Yea, yea. I can look, can't I?" Tristan smirked at the interaction and sat down by Rory's feet. She immediately placed them on his lap.
"Get to work, Bible Boy." She wiggled her toes. Lorelai laughed and took a picture with a disposable camera that was lying nearby.
She snapped a picture of them. "And we shall call this one, 'slavery'. It will be framed and hanging in your child's room." Lorelai said cheekily. The house phone rang.
"Bah, I hate phones. Whoever created them seriously didn't think about the traditional ring." Lorelai shivered and picked up the phone. "If You Seek Amy hotline." Lorelai winked in the teen's direction.
"Must you always answer the phone so unprofessionally?" Lorelai stifled a groan at the sound of her mother's voice.
"Yes, it adds flavor to the phone call."
"Really, Lorelai. I'm just calling to let you know that your father and I want to help pay for an apartment for Rory and Tristan when they go off to Yale in the fall."
"I see."
"I've talked to the Dugrey's and they are fully supportive of this also. We figured with a baby, Rory and Tristan should stay together."
"I'll talk to them about it."
"Them? Is Tristan there?"
"No, her. I'll talk to her—Rory about it."
"Alright Lorelai. We'll see you next Friday!"
"Looking forward to it!" She tried to muster as much enthusiasm as her mother had, but failed. She grimaced and hung up the phone.
"Your parents," she pointed at Tristan, "and your grandparents are buying you two an apartment for the fall. They want you two to live together. I have a feeling you'll be invited to Friday night dinner unconditionally now like we are."
"Sounds…wonderful." Rory groaned. Tristan cringed.
"Well, the apartment sounds nice, but the dinners I could do without."
"No dinner, no apartment. You guys know the strings attached. Anyway, I'm going to go listen to The Bangles really loudly and hope to get my mother's voice out of my head. Have her back by 11, Tristan."
"As always, Lorelai."
"I'm trusting you two to be back at a reasonable hour. I'm going to Sookie's house to help with the new Inn menu's, so I won't be back till after 12. Have a good night kids." Lorelai kissed Rory's head and went upstairs.
"Ready?" He asked.
"No dancing." Rory pointed a finger. He held is hands up in surrender.
"No dancing, promise." He helped her up and kept his arm around her waist as they left.
He brought her to dinner at a small Bistro that had original Italian dishes. They both ate everything they were served as well as dessert. They were finished by 9.
"Can we go sit on the dock?" Rory suggested. He nodded and drove as far as he could. He helped her out and picked her up bridal style against her request, bringing her the rest of the way. He carefully sat her down and took a seat behind her with his legs on both sides of her, allowing her to lean against his chest. "I've always loved it here. It's always been so peaceful. I just hate that Jess and I shared this place, you know?" She felt him nod.
"Do you…do you ever find it ironic that you ended up pregnant as a result of finding out he was cheating on you and got his ex pregnant?"
"All the time." She whispered. He sensed her discomfort and kissed her temple.
"Are you scared to give birth?"
"No, I'm not scared. I'm a little nervous since I hear it hurts a lot, but the result makes up for it, I suppose. Are you nervous to be a dad?"
"Surprisingly, no. I just figure as long as I do everything differently than how my father did, this baby couldn't end up to badly."
She turned slightly to look at him. "But look how you turned out. If we could bypass the way you were from age 14-17, I would be more than happy." He laughed quietly.
"I also went to Military School, Rory. I would never subject someone to that if it wasn't necessary."
"We don't have to be perfect. As long as we do what we think is best." She murmured. They were silent for a while longer. "Could we go back to my house? It's getting a little chilly."
"Sure." He stood up first, then helped her up as well. Despite Tristan's protest, Rory walked back to the car instead of being carried. Once they got inside, they put their jackets on the back of the sofa and walked hand in hand to her bedroom. He helped her onto the bed, then took his place next to her, wrapping his arm around her. A few minutes of silence past.
"Hey Rory?"
"Yea?"
"I need to get something out."
"Is everything okay?" She asked, worried.
"No, Yes…I mean…everything is fine. I just want to tell you something. Don't look so scared. It's nothing bad. I promise." She nodded, warily.
"Okay then, what is it?"
"I'm not sure if this is the right time to say this, but I've been thinking about you a lot."
"Well, that's normal. I'm having your baby." She settled further into his arms.
"Not just because of that, though. When I think about you, I don't picture you pregnant. I feel like you own a piece of me." He admitted truthfully.
"I do." She took his hand and rested it on her stomach. "This is a piece of you."
Frustrated, he ran his hand through his hair. "A piece of my heart, Rory. Not the baby, not the…not my DNA, my heart. Without you I feel like I'm lost." He ended softly. She stared at him wide-eyed.
"Is that an indirect way of you saying you love me?"
"I don't know. I think so, but I don't know. When I'm around you, I can't think straight. I didn't do this. When it happened with Summer, she found out and within two days it was gone. And yea, I was disappointed she didn't say anything, but it never bugged me that much. When I saw you sitting outside Chilton that day, I knew something was wrong. Of course, I never thought I'd ever be in this position. But still, I was being a good friend. And since the day you told me…I can't, not think about you. Even if this wasn't my baby I probably still wouldn't be able to get you out of my mind." He finished softly, somewhat embarrassed by his revelation.
Rory quickly wiped away an offending tear and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fiercely. He groaned into her mouth holding her tighter. She ran her hands through his soft hair, gently tugging at the roots and running her nails against his scalp. She felt him harden against her leg as she pivoted her head slightly, trying to get closer to him.
She pulled away and removed her shirt carefully then moved Tristan's mouth back to hers. Sliding his hands up to her covered breasts, he started undoing his pants with his other hand. She broke apart from him briefly, pulling his shirt over his head. When Rory was left in her bra and underwear and Tristan was only in his boxers, he pulled back.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked, his voice rough.
She nodded. "Please." He looked at her helplessly. Pregnancy sex was not something he had practice in. He leaned back down to her and kissed her deeply, running his tongue along the roof of her mouth.
Without breaking the kiss he helped her sit up and unhooked her bra, sliding it down and off her shoulders. Her nipples puckered up at the cooler room temperature and begged for Tristan's touch. He leaned her back down again and ran his hands over her breasts, careful not to apply too much pressure.
She let out a raspy breath, arching against his pleasuring hands. She felt his hands move down her body, lovingly caressing her stomach before dipping his hand into her panties. He massaged her and moved her moisture around before he pulled her panties down and removed them.
She writhed against his hand. "More." She whimpered against his neck as he fingers move in and out of her channel. He sucked on her neck, biting down and sucking as he squeezed her clit. He felt her walls fluttering against his fingers, signaling her fast approaching orgasm.
"So wet, baby." He murmured against the lightly forming bruise on her neck. He drove his fingers into her rapidly, hooking his fingers as she let go. She sighed in pleasure and reached over to pull his boxers down. He lifted his hips letting his erection stand at full attention.
She moved her hand up and down his length, feeling his shuddering breaths against her neck. "Fuck yea." He bucked against her hand and kissed her neck. She clenched and unclenched her fist quickly moving up and down him. He started to shudder and pulled her hand away from him. "Go on your side." He aided her so her back was facing him.
He spooned against her and ran his hand up and down her right thigh. He moved his fingers to her center, rubbing against her already sensitized skin. She opened her legs without thinking and held his hand under hers against her sex.
"Please, Tristan." She leaned her head back against his chest and he took the opportunity to kiss her forehead. Opening her legs a little wider, he moved himself closer and guided himself into her from behind. The change in position caused them both to moan.
"You're so tight, Mary." The nickname caused a tremor to go through her as he rocked his hips into her, putting direct friction on the front wall of her passage. As he continued to stroke and rub her clit, he peppered kisses up and down her bare shoulder and neck.
She let out a breathy sigh and he knew she was getting close. Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer himself, he sped up without her asking and pulled her against him on each push.
"Oh god, don't stop." She bit her lip in agonizing pleasure.
"That's it baby, let go." At his words she buried her head into her pillow and pressed his continually massaging fingers against her harder. With a last thrust, he felt her plummet. He worked his fingers against her, helping her ride it out as he let himself let go with a forceful grunt.
The two remained still, against each other as they allowed their breath to return to normal. Tristan removed his hand from her center and moved it up to her belly, gently stroking the stretched skin.
"Are you okay?" He mumbled into her hair.
"Amazing, that was amazing. Thank you." She felt him pull out and took her time turning onto her other side to face him. She stared into his sea colored eyes, a light smile playing at her features. He cupped her face in his hand and leaned forward, kissing her gently.
He searched her eyes for a while, not saying anything. He watched her eyes close and caringly kissed her forehead. "I do love you." He admitted in an almost silent voice. Her eyes sprang open at his confession. He watched her eyes glaze over as she bit her lip.
"Wow, Tristan Dugrey…falling in love." She said and nodded.
"I didn't think it would happen. Correction, I didn't think it could happen." She smiled widely and placed her hand over his.
"I love you too, Tristan." She watched as a smile engulfed his features. He leaned down and kissed her soundly, pulling her against him. After a few minutes, he pulled away.
"Try and get some sleep, okay?" She nodded and he stopped her as she went back onto her left side. "Put this on. I don't want your mom freaking out if she sees us both naked again." Rory blushed and accepted his T-shirt, remembering the time a month or so prior. He quickly put his boxers back on and scooted under the covers, helping Rory after she pulled the shirt over her large belly.
"My stomach is going to stretch your shirt." She bit her lip sympathetically.
"It's alright, it's just a shirt." She laughed softly and shook her head, settling onto her side. Tristan pressed his body against her once again and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Night beautiful."
"Goodnight, Tristan."
A/N: Working on the last chapter now. If you have any requests for something that must happen, now is the time to tell me. :) Hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for more in the next few days! Please review thanks, Kiki