SUMMARY: After leaving for eight months, Tristan comes back home from War to find his Mary with a surprise and missing him.
PAIRING: Trory, like I'd actually consider doing anything else!
RATING: PG-13...I think.
Well it took me forever to get this chapter up!! Sorry about that!
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Rory saw a cooler of drinks and pointed to the chocolate milk.
'Rory are you still cold?'
'Yea.'
'Then how about HOT chocolate?'
'I like your thinking!' Rory said. A nearby Starbucks was able to serve the,. They walked to Tristan's gate and sat around the corner from the exit when she complained that she was to tired and cold to walk farther. Jess wrapped her blanket around her as she sipped her hot drink. Jess went around the corner to wait for Tristan by the exit, which was out of sight of Rory. After about ten minutes he finally saw the plane come into the gate. About another ten minutes later, he saw the deathly injured soldiers coming off being brought off by assistants and doctors. Next the second worst condition and so on. Tristan was almost last having healed quickly from a few broken bones and now sporting a crutch, a slinged arm, and a broken foot walking shoe no cast meaning his foot was no longer broken but healing. His face, arms and body however had cuts and scrapes all over. (A/N:
'Tristan!' Jess called. He looked up and smiled slightly. He hobbled over to Jess and clapped his knuckles together.
'How are you?' Jess asked.
'A whole hell better now that I'm home but tired and sore.'
'It should get better.'
'Yea it will. So did Rory not want to come?' he asked.
'She did she's just tired and cold so she sat down. She asked me to pick her up at 7:30 this morning. I got her to settle for 8:30.' They continued to walk. Rory and the rows of seats came into view. She sat there looking down. Finally about five feet in front of her, Tristan spoke.
'Rory.' He whispered. Her head shot up and immediately got up and lost herself in hugging him. Jess slipped away not far from the area but far enough to give them space. Finally Rory pulled back a little to look at his face. She ran her hand down his cut up cheek looking sad.
'You're hurt.' She said tears threatening to fall.
'I know but just seeing you makes everything hurt less by a lot.' Rory gave him a light kiss on the lips then looked down sadly.
'Baby what's wrong?' he asked bringing her chin up so she was looking at him.
'Nothing I just—I, there's something you need to know.' A look of panic came over his face at her words.
'I'm not feeling so good inside anymore.'
'It's okay—I'm okay, but Tristan—you're gonna be a daddy.' She said smiling praying he would be just as happy as she was if not more.
'What?' he asked shocked. The crutch was leaning under his arm as Rory took his hand and placed it on her rounded but not yet big stomach. He rubbed her stomach before smiling.
'Your pregnant!' he said. Rory smiled and nodded.
'I'm 5 months along.' He continued to smile and kissed her passionately on the lips.
'You two ready to get out of here?' Jess asked coming back. The two nodded and walked together trailing behind Jess. Rory leaned gently against Tristan in the back seat of the car on the way back to Rory's and Tristan's quaint house. The ride was pretty quiet except for the faint stereo music in the background. Rory shifted slightly and Tristan winced.
'You okay?' she asked leaning forward so she wasn't leaning on him.
'Yea you just hit one of my ribs the wrong way.'
'Oh I'm sorry. I wont lean on you.'
'No it's okay just don't move around to much.' He said pulling her back and kissing her hair.
'Kay.' The rest of the ride was silent. Jess pulled into their driveway.
'Thanks Jess—for everything.' Rory said climbing out of the car and then Tristan followed.
'Sure, what are friend's for?'
'Right.'
'So I'll talk to you later.' Jess said.
'Hey babe you go ahead, I'll be in, in a minute.' Rory smiled and walked ahead.
'I may have daydreamed at the airport but my wife is pregnant with our baby, right?' he asked.
'Not our baby Tristan, your baby—and Rory's.' he said smiling.
'Very funny.' He said smiling.
'Well Tristan, your wife is in your house so you better get to her.'
'Thanks for taking care of her.'
'Ah I didn't really. I was a friend, it was wait she needed.'
'Well yea, thanks anyways.'
'Sure.'
'See ya.'
'Yup and welcome back.'
'Thanks.' Tristan called over his shoulder. He opened the slightly opened door and pushed his way through. Rory heard him come in and walked to the door no longer sporting the blanket and sweatshirt. He now could tell she was definitely pregnant.
'Come here.' he said pulling her into a long hug. They pulled away although Tristan kept his arm around her waist as they walked into the family room. Tristan sat on the couch then lied down. He pulled Rory to him so she was lying on her side 1/2 on him 1/2 off. He brought his hand to her stomach and stroked it.
'So we're really having a baby.' He whispered. She put her forehead on his smiling.
'Yep.'
'My life couldn't get any better than this. I am having a baby with the woman of my dreams!'
'Mine could be better.'
'Oh?'
'Yea, my husband is hurt. He's hurting and I'm hot for my man which I cant do anything about since he's hurt.' They both chuckled.
'I think we can.' They laughed again. Rory leaned down and captured his parted lips with her own. They broke apart when Rory shivered.
'Baby, are you cold?' he asked holding her tighter. She nodded. He got up leaving his crutch on the floor and walked occasionally limping to the thermostat. He looked at it and shook his head turning the dial to the right making the air temperature higher by 25 degrees. He came back.
'Rory, the temperature in here was about 50!'
'What?'
'Yea, no wonder you were cold!'
'I got warm so I just turned it to the right and it wasn't getting any cooler but then I couldn't figure out how to put the heat on.
'So that solves the cold problem, how are you? Well the rest of you?'
'Well I've started to get warmer. Umm chocolate milk seems to be what I drink these days besides coffee. I'm starting to not fit into my maternity clothes so I started to wear large t-shirts and a few things of yours.' She said not wanting to elaborate.
'A few things?' he asked looking at her smiling.
'Yea, but you know.'
'So what kind of article of clothing would this be?' he asked smirking.
'Your boxers.' She mumbled.
'I can't hear you.' He said.
'Your boxers!' she said clearly and blushing.
'That's okay.' He said still smirking.
'I'm sorry if you didn't—'
'Mary, why would I be upset? I love the fact that you sleep in my boxers.'
'Good cause I'm wearing a pair now.'
'Really? Can I see?' he asked scooting closer to her. She smiled and scooted farther away until he had her blocked between the arm of the couch and him.
'Please?'
'No.' he shrugged and started tickling her.
'No........stop.......Tristan!!.........' she said between fits of laughter. Finally she gave into him.
'Okay! I'll show you!' he smiled and sopped tickling her. She got up and pulled down her pants to show a pair of dark red boxers with small navy circles printed randomly. He went hard realizing she wasn't kidding.
'How do I look?' she asked twirling for him. Then walked over to him and sat on his lap feeling his erection on her leg.
'And apparently you're hot for me to.' She said smiling.
'It would be a lie for me to say no.' Somehow they ended up on the floor kissing.
'I need you Tristan.' Was the last thing said before they were moaning each other's names. They were on the floor catching their breath when Tristan moved them to the couch and covered them with a blanket.
'Well I was hoping that the first time we did this after you came back it would be in a bed but the floor works to!' Rory said smiling. Tristan laughed then smirked.
'Well we can't always have what we hope for.' They just lie there in silence before Rory spoke.
'So how's Frankie?' she asked. Tristan laughed.
'Happy. You wanna know how you know he's happy?'
'No but I know you'll tell me anyways.'
'Right you are! So when Frankie becomes hard and whitish sticky stuff comes out, you know Frankie is happy.'
'Your gross!' she said hitting him playfully and trying to hide her pink cheeks. Tristan smirked and kissed the palm of her hand.
'You love me anyway.'
'Yea, unfortunately.'
'Hey!'
'I'm just kidding! Fortunately for you, I love you. Better?'
'Yea, I think.'
'You think? Man you're stupid!' Rory joked.
'Well then we're gonna have a stupid baby!'
'That's not true! It will be smart because I'm smart!'
'Oh really? You think you're smart?' he teased.
'I know so!' she said brightly.
'Okay. So how did you figure out about Baby Dugrey?' he asked patting her stomach.
'Baby Dugrey?'
'Yea!'
'Okay then. Well after I was finished talking to you—well actually do you remember when you asked me if it was the time of the month?'
'Vaguely, but yea.'
'Well after I got off line I was thinking about it and I realized the last time it was around your birthday. So a couple days later, I asked my mom what could be the cause and she said a few reasons, one was me bring pregnant. I thought about it and I realized I was moody because my hormones are acing crazy, I hadn't had my period for over four months—which I have no idea how I didn't notice. I was nauseas and puking because I had morning sickness and the give away—I almost never drink anything bedsides chocolate milk anymore.' Tristan was staring at her then broke into a smile.
'What?' she asked confused.
'Nothing.' He said still smiling.
'Oh come on—spill! You didn't fart did you?' she asked seriously. Tristan started to laugh.
'No I didn't fart!' he said still laughing.
'Then what?'
'I was just admiring you. And what do we tell our kids when they ask how we met?'
'We met in High School.'
'Uh huh and what if they ask if we were high school sweet hearts?'
'Well umm—we weren't.'
'Right but if they ask about college?'
'We started to date in college!'
'And what about you were pregnant so young?'
'Okay, what's going on?'
'Nothing.'
'What's with all the questions?'
'I don't know.'
'Look, how about we don't worry about this until the baby is actually old enough to talk?'
'Okay.' He whined. The phone rang. Tristan put his arm back and found the phone nearby.
'Hello?'
'Hi is this the Dugrey residence?' a woman asked.
'Yes, what can I help you with?'
'Well is Mrs. Dugrey available?'
'Sure, hold on.'
'Here you go Mrs. Dugrey.' Tristan said smirking. Rory rolled her eyes.
'Hello?' she asked.
'Hi this is Mallory from your Obstetricians office.'
'Oh yea, hi.'
'Hi, I just wanted to remind you that you have an appointment this Friday in two days.'
'Oh wow yea. Thanks, I would've forgotten.'
'Sure. Have a good afternoon.'
'Thanks, you too.' Rory pressed the off button and turned to look at Tristan who was looking at her expectantly.
'Let's get dressed.' She said getting up.
'Wait who was it?'
'I'll tell you in a second!' she said walking upstairs. Tristan followed leaving his crutch there. When he got to their room Rory was putting on a pair of pants already having on a shirt. One that Tristan recognized as his.
'So how did you get through five months without me?' he asked.
'I went into your closet and stayed there for awhile.'
'So you felt better by being near my clothes?' he asked confused.
'No! Your closet smells like you. But I also looked at our pictures.'
'I like the picture less. You just sitting in my closet sounds kinky!' he said pulling a shirt over his head. They were now both fully dressed.
'Oh shut up!'
'I will not!' Rory rolled her eyes.
'Why didn't I just run away when I had the chance?' she asked herself.
'But the chemistry between us is electrifying!'
'Electrifying? What are you, a movie critic?'
'Of our porno movies, yes.' He said smirking.
'Wed don't have nay porno movies!' she said laughing.
'Oh really?'
'Yea! We've NEVER made a sex video!'
'Are you sure? Cause I remember making one around our first anniversary.' Rory thought for a minute before blushing deeply.
'Oh god, your right!' she said covering her mouth in humiliation.
'Course I am.'
'Where is that anyways?'
'Jess borrowed it.'
'WHAT?!?!'
'Chill! I was just kidding! I think it's on top of a closet somewhere. I'd have to look.'
'Okay, so my next appointment is Friday, you coming?' she asked her red cheeks slowly fading.
'Appointment? For what?'
'The baby, stupid!'
'Oh yea. Of course I'll be there. What time?'
'11:30.'
'Okay.'
Right so I needed to stop SOMEWHERE!!! LOL, okay umm yea this was 17 pages in Word. Anyhoosale, as my friend Emily would say, PLEASE lemme know what you think!
Kiki