Author: Meagan Musick

Title: Change in the life of Gilmore

Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, nor do I own the characters.

Rory's POV (One Month Later)

I was laying down patiently as the doctor ran the Doppler of the ultrasound machine across my now pudgy stomach. It was cold, I was irritated and I didn't want to be here. "Honey stop looking so upset. You are about to see your baby for the first time." My mother smiled and grabbed my hand then looked to the doctor. "Her mood swings have been unbearable." They shared a laugh over my dismay.

"I know mom." Then I bit my lip and looked to the fuzzy screen. The doctor pointed at a small peanut looking thing. "Is that my baby?" I asked through quivering lips and spilling tears.

"That it is miss Gilmore. It looks like you are approximately two and a half months pregnant. Congratulations!"

I smiled and happily took the ultrasound picture she had printed out for me. "Thank you, and sorry for being a bit grumpy in the beginning."

She laughed and shook her head. "No worries, I see lots of grumpy pregnant women everyday that are far worse than you. I'll expect you back in about a month ok?"

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As we pulled up to the house I noticed Tristan standing there next to his car parked in our driveway. "Oh crap I forgot I was supposed to study with him today."

My mom rolled her eyes. "And I suppose you are about to tuck that ultrasound picture deep into my purse and continue to hide this child from him."

I gave her my best 'bambi eyes' but she shook her head. "I don't know how to tell him mom. And it's not like it would help. He's Tristan DuGrey, player of all players." I spoke quietly inside of our jeep.

"I don't understand but whatever. I'm not going to keep my mouth shut for you so if he happens to ask 'hey Lorelai is Rory pregnant' then I'm telling him the truth."

"Thanks, I will be sure to avoid all baby subjects during our study session then."

I hopped out of the jeep and walked up to him. "A little late there Mary."

"I know I'm sorry I totally forgot I had this appointment at the doctors and time just flew by after that. Forgive me?"

He laughed and followed me inside the house. "Of course I'll forgive you Ror." I kept walking towards the kitchen, noticing he had lagged a little.

I looked back to see him standing in the hallway still holding something. "What is it?" I asked, a little concerned.

"I don't know why don't you tell me. Seeing as this ultrasound picture has a Rory Gilmore printed at the top of it." He tossed me the picture as I walked up to him.

I mentally slapped myself, how could I forget to give that to my mom! "I can explain Tristan, really it's uh... it's not what it looks like."

Just then my mom walked in and noticed the picture in my hand, face up where Tristan was staring. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. Rory I'll be in my room."

I nodded and looked back to Tristan who seemed like he was fighting back tears. "You said the tests were negative Rory. What the hell is going on here?"

"I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't. I don't know why, but I just couldn't tell you they were positive. I'm sorry."

"Were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to drop out of Chilton and play mommy by yourself? This isn't a game. You can't just hide being pregnant from someone!" And after that he stormed out of the house and peeled out of our driveway in his car.

I slumped down against the wall, sobbing and crying. Soon my mom was by my side, hugging me tightly. "At least he knows. You guys can talk when he blows off some steam and work things out okay? He can't avoid you forever. He was obviously was upset you hid it from him, which shows he has some emotion towards the pregnancy right?"

"I don't know mom, I have no idea what I'm doing. God, why can't things just start to get easier already. They've only been getting harder and harder. Buying bigger skirts for school, and bigger shirts to wear around town. I can't do this. I thought I was strong enough, I thought I could be like you but I can't."

"Yes you can get through this, and you will get through this with me and hopefully with Tristan." She gave me a small smile and kissed me on the forehead. "I never said it would be easy. So I don't know where you got it being easy."

I laughed and hugged her more. "Thanks mom."

Couple days later (Chilton)

I carefully entered the lunchroom on my first day back to school after Tristan finding out I was pregnant. I didn't look around, I just carried my tray to the table I sat at everyday, like it was a normal day. Slowly, I picked at the food with occasional glances towards the latest book I was reading. Then I heard his voice. My head snapped up and looked around. He was over at his usual table laughing with his friends. Laughing like we hadn't had a disastrous meeting the other, laughing like his child wasn't growing inside of me. Laughing like he didn't care to come straighten things out with me, just plain out like he didn't care.

I picked up the half empty tray and threw it away, the library would be a lot more accommodating to me today.

And that's how it was for a couple months. I would eat for a couple minutes then wander off to the library, because Tristan refused to acknowledge me at all.

"Mom I can't take this anymore! He just sits there like I'm the one who got myself pregnant!"

My mom took a few of my fries and looked at me. "Rory hun, you lied to him about being pregnant in the first place. So I'm sure he needs time or maybe he is just an arrogant jerk, either way we'll pull through okay?"

Luke came over giving me just a tiny refill of my de-caf coffee. "I shouldn't even be giving you this stuff. Your baby will come out addicted just as much as you are." Then he leaned over and kissed mom gently on the cheek.

"But you will love this little one either way won't you grandpa Luke?" I smiled as I rubbed my small bump of a stomach.

He smiled, patted my stomach and walked off. "Maybe I should just call him and demand to talk to him or drive up to his house."

"I don't know Ror, sounds like driving up there might be a bad idea."

"Too bad." I said with a smile and headed off to my car.

The drive wasn't too bad and I had vaguely remembered where he lived but soon found the right house. I looked up, one hand on my stomach, this is where you were conceived little one. And with that I got out and patiently rang the door bell.

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