Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls still doesn't belong to me because if it did Chad Michael Murray would be on both GG and OTH… Hehehehe.

A/N: Another chapter, gasp but I have to do something in order to get my loyal readers back! I swear to you, I'm with this story till the end! By the by, if anyone is up for being my beta, please email me at: thanks a billion!

Rating: NC-17

Chapter 10: Always Knock

The next couple of weeks passed by very quickly for Rory and Tristan. Rory worked on the paper and studied as usual, but instead of spending the weekends on the couch, she went out with Tristan. Lorelai felt a little left out by the way that Rory had suddenly abandoned her. They were supposed to be the "Gilmore Girls, No Boys Allowed," but now Rory ran off to play with her boyfriend instead of mocking movies with her mother.

Rory, of course, was oblivious to her mother's feelings because every time Tristan picked her up for a date, Lorelai just smiled and said, "Have a good time. And don't do anything I wouldn't do." Rory and Tristan's sex life had become something quite animalistic. Rory didn't even know about most of the things Tristan did with her. She felt quite naughty, but thoroughly satisfied when they were finished each time. While Tristan took to changing Rory's sexual habits, she took to altering his study habits.

Sure Tristan studied, but nothing to the extent of what Rory did. Of course if he wanted to see her during the week, he'd have to make a study date because this girl did not mess around with her grades. And 'study date' was not just a cute way of saying a make-out session. Their study dates were hardcore drilling in every class, until finally Rory would decide she'd had enough. Then of course, they'd make out until Tristan had to go home. Or rather until Lorelai thought Tristan should go home.

One morning, Lorelai awoke to hear something rummaging around in the bathroom. She glanced at her clock and realized it was 6 a.m. on Saturday morning, so there was no way Rory would be awake this early. Then she remembered Rory had looked very pale yesterday and had hardly said a word at Friday night dinner, when normally she's very social. Even when Lorelai made a joke about how ridiculous Taylor looked chasing Kirk around town with a shovel, Rory barely cracked a smile. Lorelai figured Rory had just gotten sick, so she opened the door without knocking.

Rory set her phone to ring at 6:00 in the morning. She never even fell asleep. She just reviewed the facts in her mind over and over again until they just blurred together. During the newspaper meeting, she received several new deadlines so she began writing them in her planner. That's when she saw it. Red circles drawn around dates six days before that Friday. She was late, and that was very unusual for her. She instantly felt numb and went into a zombie-like mode for the rest of the day. Tristan didn't take her home on days when she had a newspaper meeting, so she didn't have to worry about telling him why she needed to stop in a drug store ten miles from Stars Hollow and Chilton.

Rory cautiously walked into the store and glanced at all the aisles to make sure she didn't know anyone there. Only strangers filled the store, so she sighed with relief and grabbed two pregnancy tests. She wanted to be certain either way. She paid quickly and tried to ignore the look of pity from the cashier. Once she got to the car she took them out of the bag and read the instructions. She wanted to get it done and over with in the nearest bathroom. Unfortunately, they said that urine is the most concentrated in the morning, so the test would be more accurate then. She didn't want to take any chances with the results.

So that's where Rory was. Lying in bed waiting until her phone beeped, signaling that it was morning and she could take the test. It's kind of funny that peeing on a stick would decide her entire future. There could be a baby… Her ringing phone cut off her thoughts before she could think about what exactly a baby would mean.

Rory finished taking both tests and then set them on the counter. Luckily, both tests would turn blue if she was pregnant and pink if she was not. That way, even if she mixed up the boxes and the pregnancy tests, she'd still get the correct results. Rory stared at her watch as the two insanely long minutes barely ticked by. That's when she heard the doorknob turn. There wasn't even time to react before the door swung open and Lorelai stood there.

"Hey, Rory are you sick…" she began, but stopped the second she saw the tests.

Rory's mouth was wide open as Lorelai gaped at her, "Oh my God. You're pregnant!"

"I don't know," Rory whispered.

"How late are you?" Lorelai asked, in horror.

"Six days," Rory said, looking at the floor.

She knew the two minutes were up, but there was no way in hell she was moving from the toilet seat to check. Lorelai saw that Rory was about to cry, so she stopped herself from vocalizing her disappointment. There was no reason to yell and get upset if they were negative. Besides, Rory used protection.

"Well. What do they say?" Lorelai asked quietly.

Rory stood up, slowly and saw two distinct blue lines staring back at her. Her heart literally felt like it dropped into her stomach as she stared at those two significant pieces of plastic.

"This has to be some kind of mistake! I can't be pregnant. I'm only sixteen years old. Oh my God! I'm so stupid. I had unprotected sex and now I'm pregnant. Oh my God!" Rory shrieked.

Lorelai felt numb when she heard Rory's outburst. Then she realized something Rory had just said didn't add up to some previous information.

"What do you mean unprotected sex?"

Rory went silent and didn't dare look at her mother.

"What do you mean unprotected sex?" Lorelai repeated, quite a bit louder.

Rory knew she had to speak up. "I kind of lied to you. We didn't use a condom the first time."

Lorelai's anger that had been building within her since Rory first brought home that jackass finally spilled out. "What! How could you not use a condom, Rory! I've been telling you since you got your period that when you decided to have sex you had to protect yourself! How many times did I tell you that? How many times, Rory!"

By then Rory was bawling. She already felt awful, and she did not need her mother telling her what a horrible person she was. Her mother was still screaming at her when she pushed passed her and ran downstairs. Her mother was still screaming at her when she grabbed Lorelai's jeep keys. And her mother was still screaming at her as she peeled out of her driveway and towards the one person that she knew would make her feel better.

Tristan had an okay Friday, but he always missed Rory when she had to stay for newspaper meetings. Usually, the meetings were on Thursday but this week the editor had some new deadlines, so Rory had to stay. The strange thing was that he couldn't get a hold of Rory all day. He knew she had to go to Friday night dinner, but she usually called him afterwards to dish on the awful things that happened. Before he went to bed he left one last message saying that he was going to drive to Stars Hollow the next day to see her. He never got the chance to go, though.

At a quarter to seven, Tristan was sound asleep in his bed. Then he heard it. A faint ringing and tapping. As he slowly exited his dream world, he realized it was the door. Tristan stumbled down the stairs and opened up the door to a hysterical Rory.

"Whoa, Mary what's wrong?" he asked the sobbing girl.

"I-I'm p-p-p-reg-nrlkdjant," Rory said with a sob at the end.

"You're what?" Tristan asked.

"I-I'm p-pregnant," she said with plenty of clarity, now.

Tristan felt as if someone had just punched him in the stomach, and he actually physically bent over a little bit. Rory just kept on crying and saying something about her mom walking in on her taking the pregnancy tests and flipping out. And then she asked the question that every teenage couple asks in this situation.

"What are we going to do?"

There was no way Tristan could answer that. His head was still spinning from the news. Rory was pregnant. Pregnant. The P-word echoed inside his head over and over again. What were they going to do? How were they supposed to tell everyone? Tristan inwardly groaned when he remembered that Lorelai already knew. She just barely tolerated him as it was, now he didn't know if she'd ever allow Rory to see him. But he had to see Rory, and Lorelai had to let him see Rory because he's the father of her baby. Baby. There was going to be a baby.

Tristan didn't answer Rory. He just pulled her close to him and held her against his chest. After she calmed down a little, he grabbed her hand and took her upstairs. She cuddled up next to him in his bed and closed her eyes. Tristan gently rolled her onto her back and kissed her softly on the lips. Normally, their kisses were filled with lust and passion. This was different. It was loving and sweet. Soon, Tristan's hands traveled up Rory's nightshirt; it was actually one of his T-shirts that he had given her once when she spilled a milk shake on her blouse. He smiled as he slipped it over her head and he slowly began to suckle on her nipples. His actions were slow as he drew circles around her areolas with the tip of his tongue. When he finished with one, he gently blew on it and watched the bud tighten.

Rory knew Tristan was doing this to take her mind off of THE THING, but it was actually working. As he teased her breasts, stopping only to give her a deep kiss, he also began to remove her shorts and panties. Rory realized he was still in his pajamas, so she began pulling off his black T-shirt. Once it was cast aside, she took to exploring his chiseled chest and abs. She grazed his defined muscle with her fingertips and wondered how much he had to work out to get his body into this kind of shape.

Tristan softly spread Rory's legs and began stroking her clitoris with his hand. She moaned in pleasure and lifted her pelvis to meet every stroke and increase the friction. Tristan then did something that he had never done to her before. He began to slide down her body, until he situated himself between her spread legs. Rory began to get nervous, but he soothed her tense muscles by kissing the inside of her knees. He alternated kisses on both legs as he slowly moved towards her burning center. Finally, he reached his target destination and Rory almost screamed when his tongue licked her slit for the first time.

She had never experienced anything like this. His warm, slippery tongue began to ease in and out of her vagina while slurping all her juices up in the process. He nibbled at her clitoris and gave it little flicks with his tongue, which made her gasp in pleasure as well as surprise. He did not increase his speed, however. Up until now they had been fucking, but they were terrified and in this situation together so Tristan wanted to make love to Rory.

Rory groaned in protest when he pulled his tongue out before she could orgasm, but Tristan silenced her with a kiss. When she tasted herself all over his mouth, she was surprised by the bitter sweetness of it. He pulled his boxers down and exposed a very erect penis to Rory's waiting eyes. She moaned as he rubbed the tip of his penis up and down the length of her slit. She began to shake as he caused the friction on her clitoris to increase. Rory almost cried when he pulled away. He was teasing her, and she knew he loved the way she reacted. He finally penetrated her and she sighed in relief as he filled her completely.

Tristan slowly began to move in and out of her. His arms were around her, and their chests were pressed tightly against one another. Her body ached for release, but Tristan kept his slow speed. He kissed her neck, her breasts, her lips, her eyelids and anything he could without stopping his slow movements. Rory's entire body was covered in sweat as they made love in the place they conceived the child inside Rory's womb. For hours, she hung on the verge of an orgasm, and finally she had one. He didn't increase his speed at all, but just the slow strokes were enough to slowly bring her to a climax. This orgasm was different than any other orgasm Rory had ever had. It was a wave that made her vision go black, and she could feel a pleasurable sensation through every part of her body. Her toes curled, her back arched and she felt Tristan let go at the same time she did. As they both moaned in ecstasy, they felt a connection to the other that went beyond anything they had ever experienced.

"Tristan?" Rory said quietly, after their breathing patterns returned to normal.

"Yeah, Mary?"

"I want to keep the baby."

Tristan was surprised, but he felt at peace when she said that. "Me too."

Lorelai stood outside for an hour after Rory left. She was still in her pajamas and she just stood there with tears running down her face as her baby drove away. No, Rory didn't drive away… Lorelai pushed her away. Rather than telling her it would all be okay, and they'd figure it out, Lorelai yelled at her.

"I'm my mother," she said, quietly.

"What? Lorelai can you hear me? What's going on?" a voice asked her.

Luke was driving back to the diner early Saturday morning with the some supplies he had picked up when he saw Rory and Lorelai running out of their house in their pajamas at 6 in the morning. This was strange for several reasons:

Lorelai and Rory do not run. They abhor exercise in all fashions, namely running.

They never, EVER get up before 10:00 on a Saturday.

Lorelai was screaming at Rory, and Rory was crying as she climbed into her mother's jeep.

Luke knew he had to get the food to the diner so Caesar could start getting ready for the early morning rush. It was quite a large amount, so it took him about 45 minutes to unload it all. When he finally finished he ran back to the Gilmore house. There he saw Lorelai looking at the driveway where her jeep was parked an hour before. He walked up to her and she didn't shift her gaze at all.

Then she said, "I'm my mother."

Luke had no idea why she would say something like that so he said, "What? Lorelai can you hear me? What's going on?"

She slowly came out of her dazed state and looked at him with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen anyone have. He wanted to hold her until her quirky smile took the place of the tear-streaked face she had.

"Rory's pregnant."

"What?" Luke yelled, louder than he meant to.

"Yup. Her brand new playboy boyfriend knocked her up. She was a virgin and he most certainly was not. It's his fault, Luke. He was supposed to be responsible, but no he didn't even bother to use a condom. The jackass. Now Rory's pregnant. I'm going to be a 32-year-old grandmother. How sick is that?"

Luke just stared at her. He didn't know what to say. There really wasn't anything to say. Nothing could change the fact that Rory was pregnant.

"Oh my God, we're going to have to tell my parents. I can't do this again by myself. I just can't," Lorelai said, kind of panicked. "You don't understand what it was like for me to tell them I was pregnant with Rory. It was terrible! I can not do that again all alone. Luke, I know this is weird, but will you come with us when we have to tell them?"

Luke was very uncomfortable with this, but he had known Rory since she was eleven and he didn't think Lorelai's parents would attack either of them if he was there, so he decided what the hell.

"Sure. If you really want me there of course I will."

"Thank you," Lorelai said quietly, as she went back into the house to wait for Rory.

Rory and Tristan had breakfast together, and they talked about everything. Tristan had a trust fund that his grandfather had given him for his sixteen birthday. Janlan DuGrey was the only person who knew how bad his parents were. He wanted to give Tristan a way out in case things ever got too much for him to handle. Because Tristan had a trust fund, he knew that he could afford anything they would need. So even if their parents rejected them, which was the worst case scenario, he could afford a nice apartment and the tuition money for Chilton. His grandfather wanted to make sure his grandson was well taken care of if he decided to become an emancipated minor.

Of course his parents had no idea about the trust fund. Tristan still used their money. He decided to save his money in case he ever needed to move out, and he was glad that he had made that decision because it looked like he may need the money very soon. After breakfast, Rory knew she needed to go back home and talk to Lorelai. Their relationship had been rocky at best ever since the dance. She felt like a weekend movie marathon was needed. Tristan understood completely, and he kissed her goodbye as she climbed into the jeep.

"So I guess I'll see you on Monday," he said, with a frown.

"Sad boy. It'll be okay. I'll call you tonight if I can stay awake long enough."

"Promise?" Tristan asked with a grin.

"Promise."

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