From War To Home:

TITLE: From War To Home

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.

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Too Soon For Comfort:

TWO MONTHS LATER: November 12th

'Baby, I'm home! Rory called going into the house. Tristan came out of the kitchen. He no longer limped and the scraps on his face were healed.

'How was class?' he asked kissing her.

'Oh stop gloating! You're lucky you don't have school today!'

'Yea but I have suck-ass classes at suck ass times and days.'

'Yea well you're a guaranteed a spot or a job!'

'Who doesn't want you?'

'Shut up!' Rory said. Tristan laughed.

'Come on, I made fondue.'

'With marshmallows?' she asked suspiciously.

'And strawberries and bananas.' He responded.

'Ehh forget the fruit!' she said smling.

'How about you eat 1 strawberry, and two pieces of banana and THEN you can have the marshmallows.' Rory made a puppy dogface.

'You know that doesn't work on me.' He said although they both new otherwise.

'Pwease?' Don't force your pregnant wife to eat fruit!' Tristan was breaking.

'But you like strawberries!!'

'One strawberry, lots of marshmallows!' Rory said finally.

'Fine but its only fruit after that baby is born!'

'But then I'll have to nurse!'

'Fine after that.'

'Oh, but I may be pregnant again by then and you can't deny me my orders!' Tristan groaned.

'Mary?'

'Yea?'

'Your killing me!' he said. Rory just smiled and dragged him to the kitchen. Rory saw the fruit and marshmallows on the same plate. Rory burst out in a gasp before running to the table in horror.

'You put the fruit and the marshmallows on the same plate! What is wrong with your brain?'

'MY brain?'

'Yes! I mean now the marshmallows will taste like fruit! This just wont do!' Tristan sighed.

'Goodnight.' He said before leaving although Rory pulled him back into the kitchen and sat him down.

'I'll be nice.' Rory said unconvincingly.

'Please!' he begged. Rory actually agreed and dipped a marshmallow in the warm chocolate. Tristan had kept her company and was doing schoolwork. By the time she was done, she had finished everything even the fruit all by herself.

'Done!' Rory announced. Tristan looked up from his schoolwork and burst into laughter.

'What?'

'You have chocolate all over your face! He said getting up and handing her a wet napkin. She took and it and wiped her face.

'Good?' she asked.

'Here lemme have it.' She handed him the napkin and he wiped off the chocolate she missed.

'Gone?'

'One more spot.' He said.

'Where?' He leaned forward.

'Here.' he said before kissing her on the lips. He pulled back.

'All gone.' He said. She smiled.

'Good. So let's play a game!'

'A game?' he asked raising an eyebrow.

'Yup!'

'Oh and what kind of game? And How many players?'

'Hopefully none!'

'What?'

Well you used to be a player but hopefully you're not anymore!'

'Oh, yea haha funny' he said sarcastically.

'Well you got anymore dumb questions?'

'Sure, why not! How do you play.'

'Different ways.'

'Ah thanks for clarifying that for me!'

'It's a physical game.'

'Hmm and what's this game called?'

'Red Sea.' (A/N: this is a Gossip Girl Series reference)

'Never heard of it.'

'YOU'VE NEVER READ GOSSIP GIRLS?'

'Umm no—you have?'

'Well no but my mom did and she's pretty much told me every single detail in it. Nate parts Serena's Red Sea!'

'Huh?'

'Nate's a boy and Serena's a girl.'

'I'm a boy and you're a girl. I still don't get it.'

'Men.' Rory mumbled.

'Pregnant women.' Tristan mocked.

'I feel really sticky.' Rory said randomly.

'Okay…?'

'I'll be back. I'm gonna take a quick shower.' She said running upstairs. Tristan just shook his head in amusement and sat on the couch thinking about her red sea comment.

'What the hell?' he asked himself laughing. He decided to go right to the source—Lorelai. He picked up the phone and dialed the Inn.

'Independence Inn.'

'Hi, is Lorelai there?'

'Please hold.' A few seconds passed before the phone was picked up.

'Hello?'

'Lorelai this is Tristan.'

'Oh hi, is everything okay?'

'Yea, but you've read Gossip Girls-the series right?'

'Uh yea—duh.'

'Kay well what's the red sea reference?'

'Oh with Nate and Serena?'

'Yea I guess.'

'They have sex, and they name it Red Sea. So they say that Nate parts Serena's red sea. Why?'

'Cause Rory was talking about it and I had no clue what she was talking about.'

'Ah, well good luck. Us pregnant Gilmore women are quite difficult.'

'I've noticed.'

END CALL

'Rory wants to have sex?' he asked himself. He heard the shower turn off and went upstairs to see a towel-clad Rory. She had her back to him and was looking for her hair brush. He wrapped his arms around her resting his hands on the sides of her pregnant stomach.

'Hey.' He whispered in her ear.

'Hi.'

'I'm ready to play.'

'YAY!! I get the car!'

'The car? I thought it was called Red Sea.'

'Yea t was, but I'm not in the mood for that anymore.'

'So a car?'

'Well we're gonna play Monopoly instead.'

'Monopoly.' He said laughing. Rory smiled and nodded before she cried when a few sharp pains were felt in her stomach.

'Rory, you okay?' Tristan asked sitting Rory on the bed.

'Yea.' She said a scared and nervous expression on her face.

'What happened?'

'I don't know it was just three sharp pains in my abdomen.'

'Let's go to the doctor and have him check it out.' Rory nodded and quickly got dressed.

Hospital……………..

Now can you explain to me what happened?' the doctor asked.

'Yea. I had three really sharp pains right here. I don't know if they were contractions or not but it scared me.' She said pointing to the middle of her lower abdomen.

'And what were you doing previous to that?'

'Well I had eaten fondue—a lot of it, and then took a shower. Tristan then came in wrapped his arms around my stomach. He wasn't even holding me just resting his hands when we were talking for a few minutes and it just happened.'

'Well Rory, how about you lie down and we'll see what's happening with that baby.' Tristan stood up and took Rory's hand. The doctor finished the sonogram and cleaned Rory up.

'Well everything seems normal. It may have been a false alarm. Rory because you're very near your 8th month, it means that you could have your baby very soon. It is possible that this baby doesn't want to stay in much longer and is warning you or it could even be your body getting ready. I am not going to lie to you, but the baby is fully developed which means you should be careful now since any day you could go into labor. I don't think it'll happen for another 2-3 weeks at least but I wouldn't be surprised if your baby was born early.'

'So she could give birth tomorrow?' Tristan asked.

'It's possible. Unlikely, but possible.'

'Is there anything we should be looking for?' Tristan asked again. Rory was deep in her thinking.

'Well make sure she's warm enough since it's the beginning of December bt if she feels like something is happening, page me.'

'We will. Thank you.'

'Sure.' Tristan and the doctor shook hands as well as Rory and the doctor. They two left. They were in the car when Rory first spoke.

'We could be parents before Christmas.'

'We could.' He agreed.

'Doesn't that terrify you?'

'Oh god yes but Rory, it's not gonna change when the baby comes.'

'Tristan it's really stressful carrying around 30 extra pounds everyday! I don't get great feelings lugging this belly around!'

'So you're scared about your stomach?'

'No, I'm scared that when I don't have this stomach it'll mean that it will no longer be just you and me! There will always be another member of our family. No more alone time.' Tristan pulled into their driveway and turned off the engine. He sighed and turned to her.

'Rory we'll do fine! We'll have alone time just the two of us!'

I know it's just—'

'hey whatever parenting book your reading, I don't like it!'

'It's not from any book unless you consider my head a book.'

'I consider your head a book.'

'Thanks.' She said sarcastically.

'Let's go inside. I hear the chocolate milk calling your name.' Rory darted out and yelled over her shoulder,

'Last one inside is a rotten egg.'

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