Everlasting Cloud

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. I own whatever isn't actually in Gilmore Girls unless specified.

Summary: Rory is about 26, works for the Boston Globe. Lorelai and Luke are married. Everything happened in the show so far plus a bit more. Logan got Rory pregnant at the end of her senior year of college, but she lost the baby due to an accident. Tristan goes to England for a medical program for 6 months, and has to leave Rory in the states.

A BAZILLION and EIGHT thank yous to my beta, Love23, who has been amazing this whole time! I forget to thank her last time, but if it weren't for her, there wouldn't of been a chapter before this. Just this. So thank you SO much and I hope we continue to work together. :0)

Please enjoy, and thank you!

Chapter Twenty-Three:

She'd been home for a few hours by the time Tristan got back from work. After moving back to Hartford after they were married, Rory changed jobs and Tristan had easily landed a job back at Redding Hospital. Although it wasn't very surprising, after all, his uncle did have some power.

Although the Twickham house had sold before, by some miracle, the house was put up for sale the weekend before Rory and Tristan went house shopping. Taylor didn't seem to bat an eye when he told them it was for sale. Lorelai had her thoughts that Taylor kicked the previous tenants out to make room for the beloved princess of Stars Hollow. Of course, Tristan thought it was all very funny.

Rory looked at the clock. It was after 7 pm, and tonight was important. Although she wanted to wait, she'd gotten too hungry and ate without him. Finally, she heard the door open.

"Babe, I'm home!" He called out. A smile spread on her face as she went to meet him at the door. He was carrying a folder in his hands, which he quickly put down upon seeing Rory. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her soundly. She pulled away, staying in his arms.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Alright, I'm glad today's Friday. I need a little space from work." She sighed, enjoying being in his arms. He gave her a worried look.

"You work too hard, baby. I've worked 18-hour shifts and you're still awake writing when I get home." She shrugged.

"I'm just trying to show them I'm not some dud." She grumbled. He didn't know what to say.

Thinking it over, he settled on the words he thought best. "You're not a dud, you can show that to them without pulling all-nighters multiple times a week. Plus…you know what the doctors said." Rory shifted her gaze downwards. She was hoping he wouldn't come back to that. But after all, it'd only been a month since the visit.

After much debate, Tristan finally got Rory to agree to get tested to see if she could have children. To their displeasure, the results were inconclusive. While she showed no actual signs of being able to carry a child, she was still ovulating. This baffled the doctors. Their only advice was just to keep trying. If nothing happened in a year, they should come back.

"Get plenty of rest or it'll never happen." She said on autopilot. He nodded and rubbed her side.

"Hey, cheer up frowny face." He said, lifting her face up to look at him. She smiled.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

"I'm okay. I had a bite on a break a couple of hours ago." She threaded his fingers through hers and held them on her stomach.

"Can we try tonight?" She asked meekly. He grinned.

"Yea, baby. Come on." He said, eagerly pulling her towards their room.

"It hasn't happened yet?"

"No. I've been on birth control though, so maybe that's why." Rory said to Winnie on the phone.

"Could be. It took 5 months until it happened for me after I got off of it." Winnie explained.

"I just don't want to wait any longer, you know? I told Tristan I was going to buy a test today, so of course I'll have to break his bubble." Rory sighed.

"Aww hun, well the good news is that they didn't say you couldn't have kids." Winnie said, trying to put a positive spin on things.

"But they didn't say I could either." Winnie heard Rory sigh.

"Just…keep trying I guess."

"Rory, I'm home!" Tristan called out.

"Crap, Tristan just got home." Rory groaned and looked at the clock. He was home early.

"Alright, sweetie. Be good and let me know."

"I will and thanks." She hung up and got up to meet Tristan who gave her a semi hopeful look. With a minor shake of her head, he got his answer. He shrugged.

"We'll keep trying." He reached out to her and gave her a hug.

"I feel as if I'm failing you." She said, only with higher spirits. He laughed.

"Nah, you're not. Come on, let's get some food, hmm?" She nodded eagerly.

"Babe?" Tristan gently shook her. She mumbled in her sleep. "I'm leaving, okay?"

"Kay." He laughed softly and kissed her forehead before heading out. A few hours later, Rory jumped up and ran to the bathroom. She made it to the toilet just in time to gag and to feel acid from her stomach burning her throat on its way out. She frowned and as she came away from the toilet, a sudden bout of nausea sent her back. Feeling slightly better, she got up and called her mom.

"Dragonfly Inn, this is Michel speaking."

"Hi Michel, can I talk to my mom, please?"

"I am not you're messenger." He said in his usual haughty voice.

"No, but you are paid to answer the phone." She deadpanned.

"Lorelai has a cell phone, no?" he asked, looking at his fingernails.

"Michel, please? I just threw up." She said, knowing he would give in.

"Eww." She heard the phone drop. A moment later, Lorelai picked it up.

"Rory, what's wrong? Michel just told me you threw up." Lorelai asked in concern.

"Yea, I called work and said I wasn't coming in. Can you come over?" Rory asked sounding like a little girl.

"Sure honey. Give me 10 minutes, okay?" Lorelai answered.


"Can I bring you anything?" Rory thought for a moment.

"Actually you can. You can bring me a pregnancy test." Rory heard Lorelai gasp and then the phone went dead. 20 minutes later, Lorelai was knocking on the door.

"I bought six different ones." She said and showed them to Rory. "Aw babe, you look terrible."

"I feel terrible." She was still in her PJs.

"Alright, you go do these. I'll wait out here." Rory nodded and returned a few minutes later.

"I only did four. The timer will ring when they're done." She plopped down next to her mom. Lorelai nodded and wrapped her arm around Rory. Lorelai turned on the TV. When the timer went off, Rory jumped.

"I guess this is it." Rory breathed. She gave Rory an encouraging smile. Moments later she returned.


"They're all negative." Rory said frustrated. Lorelai frowned.

"It's okay, sometimes, it just doesn't happen." Rory didn't look convinced. Rory went to lie down on the couch. Lorelai sat there, stroking her hair.

"Wanna go to Luke's?" She asked, trying to console her daughter.

"No." Rory pouted.

"Okay, well I have to go back, okay? I have to tour this couple at 11. What time does the husband get home today?" Lorelai asked, looking at her watch.

"Three." Rory mumbled.

"Think you can sleep till then?" She shrugged.

"I feel like crap." Lorelai nodded and came back holding a bottle of anti-nausea medicine.

"Take some of this, okay? I'll have my phone on me in case anything happens. I hate to leave you like this, but you picked a bad day to get sick, kiddo." Lorelai said, lightly. Rory nodded.

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Thanks for coming over, mom." She said, giving her mother a brave smile.

"Anytime, babe." Lorelai kissed her forehead and took the medicine bottle away after Rory took some of it. "I'll call you later." Lorelai said and left. Within 20 minutes, Rory fell fast asleep. The only time she woke up was when she ran to the bathroom to throw up again. As she threw up, she recognized the bright red liquid as the anti-nausea medicine she'd taken a half hour earlier. How Ironic. Feeling better, she went back to the couch to fall asleep.

About four hours later, and still conked out, Tristan came back. He was about to drop his bag on the floor when he saw Rory sleeping on the couch. Deciding not to wake her, he gently put his bag down and made a quick stop in the bathroom. What he saw made him freeze. While Rory threw away the tests, the boxes were sticking out of the small trashcan. He gripped the sink and breathed deeply. He walked back out and sat down on the couch. When she felt the couch dip, she started to stir. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Tristan.

"Hi." She said weakly.

"Hey. What are you doing home?" He asked, brushing away the hair from her face.

"Didn't feel well." She said with a small pout. He nodded.

"I saw the tests." Her face paled.

"I woke up this morning and threw up, so I had my mom bring over some tests. I took four, they were all negative. I had some medicine and I threw that up too." He sighed in relief and nodded.

"Do you think you have the flu?" He asked, feeling her forehead. She shrugged.

"It's possible."

"Okay, sleep some more. I'm going to run out and get some stuff for you, okay?" She nodded slightly. He kissed her temple and stood up, letting her fall asleep again.

"Alright, how I can I help you today?" the doctor asked taking a seat in the rolling office chair.

"Well lately I've been very moody—more so than usual which is scary because I'm usually overwhelmed by mood swings and…"

"Alright, mood swings. What else?" He asked, cutting off her ramblings.

"Yes…and nausea too. Not all the time, but when I do, it comes full force." The doctor continued to write notes as Rory listed her symptoms. "I'm not sure, but also…well, I don't know…" She trailed off, wringing her hands.

"And also what?" The doctor pressed.

"I'm also late." The doctor gave Rory a smile and nodded. He pushed away from the desk and folded his hands on his lap.

"So let me take a guess. You want a pregnancy test?" Rory let out a breath and nodded quickly. He stood up and led Rory out of the room. After giving her the test, he brought her back to the room. "The results should be done in a little bit. You're more than welcome to grab a magazine or two from the waiting room to read while you wait."

"I actually have a book." She said, sheepishly pulling out a thick volume. "I never leave the house without one." She defended herself.

"Alright, well I will see you in a bit." He said, smiling.

"Okay." Rory said and opened to the bookmarked page after he shut the door behind himself. She tried to focus on the words before her, but her attention was failing her. She resignedly put the book away and took out an article she had to edit. She got about a 1/4 through it before she had to start over again to try to absorb the words. Once again no luck. So she sat there, idly thinking. Weighing the pros and cons.

Tristan had no idea she was here. Although they'd been married for a year and a half, the topic of children had always been a touchy subject. Tristan didn't want to pressure or upset her and Rory didn't want to disappoint him. She knew how he'd feel about the news if she was in fact pregnant, but the likelihood that she was, was low and she didn't want to excite Tristan for nothing. Although they'd been trying for a baby, nothing had happened yet.

She was in the middle of her internal rant when the doctor knocked on the door and entered. His face was expressionless. "Well?" She asked, impatiently.

"The test came out negative." Rory nodded and looked at her hands.

"So all of those symptoms…?"

"Well, I would blame it all on stress. You probably have been eating a lot of sugary foods and maybe haven't had much sleep. Anything can cause a missed or late period. As for the moodiness, I'd say you're tired. And the nausea could be from lack of a good diet or sleep deprivation." The doctor explained apologetically. She nodded.

"Does this happen a lot?" She asked, timidly.

"Does what happen a lot?

"Thinking you're pregnant, but you're actually not?" She sighed.

He took a minute to think about it. "I would say that 1/5 of the women who come in here thinking they're pregnant aren't. As I said before, stress can affect the body in many ways. Fatigue, nausea, headaches, moodiness, lack of or increased appetite, a missed period and so on. Especially nowadays because women work much more than they used too. The pressures of work life are affecting women now too." Rory nodded.

"I fell down the stairs about 8 years ago and they said I might not be able to carry a child anymore because of the damage." Rory blurted out. He gave her a surprised look.

"Well, if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to do some tests to find out for sure. Of course, there are always other ways to get pregnant. Artificial insemination, in-vetro fertilization." Pause. "Would you like me to do some tests?"

"I've been tested and they couldn't prove I could have children and they couldn't prove I couldn't. They said I should try and to come back in a year if nothing happened." She said shrugging.

"Fair enough. Call me anytime if you have any questions." The doctor replied honestly, feeling sorry for her.

"I will." She slid off the examination table and thanked him before leaving, despite the heavy feeling weighing her down.

It was for that very memory of failure that she felt dumb for sitting there, waiting for the doctor to enter. Within a few days of everything calming down at work, she no longer had any of the previously described symptoms. Plus her period came only three days after her last appointment. So she sat there, four months later, only now had the symptoms returned and work had been pretty relaxed and stress free. The doctor walked in and nodded to her.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." She repeated.

"Twice in four months. I must be doing something right." This made Rory smile. "What's up?"

"Well, last time I came I had all of these pregnancy symptoms—only I wasn't pregnant so we chocked it up to bad nutrition and stress." He nodded in remembrance. "Well work has been pretty stress-free lately and all of the symptoms have come back."

"List the signs for me again." The doctor asked routinely.

"Umm moodiness, nausea, fatigue, missed period, let's see…oh…and my boobs hurt." Her cheeks reddened. The doctor smiled at her and again proceeded with the test.

"I'd let you get a magazine to read while you wait, but I remember that last time you brought a book with you." He chuckled.

Rory smiled. "Actually, today I didn't. You said it takes awhile to get results, right?" He nodded. "I'll be waiting here." She replied easily. He nodded and left.

She brought a few magazines from the waiting room to her exam room and started reading the tabloids. Something about Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. She got through 1 1/2 magazines before she was interrupted from reading. She looked up and immediately put the magazine away as the doctor shut the door behind himself. He was holding a folder and a bag in his hand.

"Well?" She asked calmly, clearly thinking the results were negative once again.

"Well…it's positive, you're pregnant. Congratulations, Rory." The doctor replied happily.

Her jaw dropped and immediately the tears fell. The doctor looked and mistook her happy tears for tears of sadness.

He sputtered. "You know, there are plenty of options. Adoption is great, and maybe you'd consider that…"

"What? No! I'm keeping my baby!" She yelled, cutting off his rant. He cringed at her outburst.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood. Usually I have women crying when the baby is unwanted." He replied sheepishly.

"No, this baby is very much wanted. I just wasn't sure if I was fertile or not." She paused and jumped off the table and hugged the doctor tightly. "Thank you." She whispered.

He laughed good-naturedly. "Don't thank me! Thank your body and your husband. All I did was confirm it."

Rory nodded. "Even so, thank you."

He nodded. "You're welcome. Now, here's a folder of pregnancy information and a handy FAQ sheet. Of course you're welcome to call at anytime if an unanswered question arises." He offered. She nodded wiping away the last of her tears. "This bag is just filled with little knickknacks. Mostly free samples. Let the receptionist know that you want an obstetrics appointment. She'll find you a time."

"Great. I'll see you later." She replied, feeling happier than she'd felt in months.

"Yes, you will." He laughed, her giddiness rubbing off on him. She exited with a spring in her step—until she wondered if it was causing the baby any pain. Then she just walked normally. She set up her next appointment and left, not even thinking as she drove to Redding Hospital. She quickly entered the front door and walked over to the check-in desk.

"Hi, may I help you?" The nurse asked warmly.

"Yea, can you tell me where Dr. Tristan Dugrey is right now?" Rory asked eagerly.

"Let's see…" She ran her finger down a list. "Ahh he should be currently in the Children's wing." How…appropriate. Rory nodded a thanks and hustled down the halls, following the directional signs. She knew she was in the right place because all of a sudden colors blossomed on the walls in the forms of animals. Stuffed animals were everywhere, and window stickers adorned every glass surface. She walked up to the desk.

"Where's Dr. Dugrey?" Rory breathed out excitedly.

The woman looked up startled. "Oh…umm…he's here somewhere." The nurse replied, looking around.

"Is someone able to locate him?" She asked bouncing on the balls of her feet, unable to contain her excitement.

"Well, who are you?" The nurse asked nervously, wondering who this crazy woman was.

Rory's face softened. "Sorry, I'm his wife." The woman dialed a number and immediately started talking.

"Hi, do you know the whereabouts of Dr. Dugrey? Oh okay, great. Thanks." She hung up the phone. "He just finished with a patient. He should be walking by here soon. You're welcome to take a seat while you wait." Rory nodded and took a seat on the dinosaur-decorated bench. She'd been sitting there for a few minutes when she saw Tristan briskly walk by and stop at the desk. He put down a file, picked up a new one, and briefly flipped through it. Just as he was about to walk away again, the receptionist got his attention.


"Yes?" He replied, looking back to the nurse.

"Someone's here to see you." She pointed at Rory. He looked surprised to see her. He put the folder back down.

"Thank you." He walked over to her, a smile on his face. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Are you busy?" She asked, biting her lip anxiously.

"A little. Why, what's up?" He asked curiously noticing how antsy she seemed.

"Is there somewhere a little more private?" She said softly, stepping slightly closer to him. He raised his eyebrows but led her to an empty exam room anyway. He turned to her.

"Well?" He prompted. She responded to him by placing a deep kiss fully on his lips. She pulled back to look at his surprised face.

"What was that for?" he searched her eyes. She displayed a huge smile on her face.

"We did it!" she said gleefully.

"Did…what?" He asked tentatively. She didn't answer right away. "Rory?" She licked her lips and took his hand in hers and placed it on her stomach.

"I'm…I'm pregnant." She waited for a moment as the information sunk in. A crazy grin appeared on his face.

"You're not kidding, right?" He said stepping closer, looking at his hand on her stomach.

"No, of course not! I just came from the doctors." She laughed. He nodded eagerly and then crushed his lips against hers. She gasped against his possession but wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. He pulled away slowly.

"All of those serious talks and you're not even infertile!" He scolded.

"It was a sore topic for me." She defended.

"I know. God, this is amazing." He gently kissed her again.

"I know, it's a dream come true." She sighed against his lips.

"It is a dream. I'm fucking floating on cloud nine right now." He practically yelled. She giggled at his words and once again allowed him to suck her lungs free of oxygen with his kisses. She pulled away grinning.

"You have to get back to work." She breathed out.

"I know. Look buy some stuff for tonight, okay? Food, whatever you want. We'll celebrate when I get home." He said looking her in the eye.

"I know exactly what to get and it involves a store with the initials V.S. and a lot of pink." She let him think about it. He immediately grinned like a schoolboy.

"I can't wait, baby. We'll make it special." He said softly. She nodded and kissed him one more time.

"I'll see you at home." She said as they exited the room.

"Yes you will. Count on it." He said huskily, giving her his infamous smirk.

"Oh I am." She grinned and blew him a kiss before leaving. He licked his lips and shook his head, grinning from ear to ear. Whistling softly, he picked up the file again. The receptionist gave him a funny look.

"I'm going to be a daddy." Was all he said to her and continued working, a happy spirit to him the rest of the day.

"Babe? I'm home!" Tristan called as he shut the door and dropped his things. He didn't hear anything, and called her name again. Nothing. Walking through the house, he didn't see her anywhere.

He came to their bedroom and looked in, sweeping the room for her. He spotted her on the bed, sound asleep. Quietly walking over to her, he gently sat down on the bed. She shifted slightly and murmured something in her sleep. He came up behind her and pressed his front against her back. She immediately relaxed into him, turning around to face him. She snuggled into his chest and remained stilled. He wrapped his arm around her back and softly stroked her. Again she murmured something incoherent.

About ten minutes later she shot up, knocking Tristan's arm off her. He cocked his eyebrow at her abruptness. She tiredly looked at Tristan, not yet processing anything.

"You okay?" Tristan asked. She kept staring. She slowly rubbed her eyes, finally coming too.

"You're home." He nodded. "I was asleep."

"I think that was pretty obvious." He said chuckling.

She frowned. "Don't be mean to me. I'm carrying your child." She said grumpily.

"Mm that you are." He pulled her arm so she was lying back down. He leaned on his side and let his hand rub over her stomach.

"I didn't go to Victoria's Secret. I was going to, but I wanted to take a nap first. I guess I slept longer than I wanted to." Tristan smiled.

"It's fine. I know you like cotton better anyway."

"Ha, yes!" She nestled her head into his arm and sighed.

"Still tired?" He whispered.

"A little." She yawned.

"I'll let you get back to sleep." He gently patted her stomach. She stopped him before he could move.

"Don't go. Talk with me." She said with a little pout.

"Ror, you need sleep. For you and the baby." He said seriously.

"You found out I was pregnant only a few hours ago and you want me to sleep?" She said incredulously.

"Yes…well…no. But I want you to be healthy." She smiled and placed her hand on his stubbly cheek.

"I will sleep, I promise. But right now…I just want to bask in the amazing-ness of this." He nodded in agreement and let the subject drop.

"How far?" He asked.


"How far along are you?" He asked again, breaking her from her trance.

"Three weeks, but I have an appointment for next Wednesday. I'd love it if you could come with me." He thought for a moment.

"Nothing important is coming to me, but I'll double check tomorrow." He answered. She kissed his bicep.

"I cried when I found out. The doctor thought I didn't want it and told me about adoption. But then I corrected him." She laughed.

"This baby is going to be so wanted." He gazed down at her. "Are you alright?" He asked, noticing her somber expression.

"What if something happens?" She said softly.

"What would happen?" He said rubbing her back to comfort her.

"I don't know. I eat something wrong, I squash the baby…anything. Maybe this is a fluke. Maybe it happened by accident." Her voice sounded strained.

"As long as you don't eat tuna fish every meal, everyday the baby will be fine and you won't squash the baby. When you get bigger, you'll adapt naturally. And fine, it was a fluke…we try again and if nothing happens we go back to Plan B. Now…no more sadistic thoughts, okay?" He said in a mock stern voice.

"Okay." She agreed grudgingly. He grinned and kissed her forehead then her mouth.

"Besides with my devilish good looks and million dollar personality, the good thing about marrying me is that I'm a doctor. If something goes absolutely wrong, I'm here. I even know how to deliver a baby." He said proudly.

She felt silly for worrying, but it had been on her mind constantly ever since she met up with Tristan again. And despite his attempts on soothing her nerves on the children issue, she could never quite get past it. And on the day that he proposed to her, she was able to push it away, even if it was only for a few minutes.

"I haven't called my mom yet." She readjusted herself against him. His hand fell onto her stomach. Every so often he would move his hand in a circular motion.

"What are your mom and Luke doing tonight?" Her eyes lit up.

"You don't mind going over there tonight?" She asked, once again getting excited.

"Rory, this is one of the biggest things that could happen. You've shared everything with your mom. Plus it's not like we live in Boston anymore." He reminded her.

"That's true. Oh and we could do a baby themed movie night!" She replied bouncing up and down.

"I think Luke and I will opt for something a little more manly." He said chuckling at her giddiness.

She took great joy in this. "You can't handle it."

"And did you ever think I could?"

She shook her head, smiling widely. He chuckled and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" He asked, her, watching her stomach again.

"Nope. But I have a feeling. Do you prefer one over the other?"

He shook his vehemently. "Not at all. I'm just glad you're pregnant. Mm, I love that word. Pregnant." She felt her heart flutter at his words.

"I'm liking it a lot too." She threaded her fingers through his and looked at them peacefully. "I hope it's a boy." He gave her a surprised look.

"Really? You don't want to continue the 'Gilmore girls' tradition?"

"Oh, no I do. I just…I've always liked the idea of an older brother. I mean, I never had one, but I'd imagine it'd be nice."

"Well, then I hope we have a boy." He said happily. She searched his eyes and snuggled into his embrace. He grinned down at her and nuzzled her nose.

"But since you mentioned it, you're okay with continuing the Lorelai tradition?"

"If it's important to you, then absolutely. Plus, it's not like you go by that anyway. We could give the girl a nickname like Lily or Ella." She leaned up and kissed him softly. "Should we go over now?"

"Yea, I want you to get some sleep tonight."

"But tomorrow's Saturday!" She whined.

"Eh, eh, eh." He said, shaking a reprimanding finger at her.

"Fine. Let's go." She sat up. Thirty minutes later, they were standing outside Lorelai's house.

"What are you guys doing here? Aren't you supposed to be doing married couple things?" Lorelai asked, curiously.

"Mom!" Lorelai grinned cheekily and let them in.

"What's going on?" She asked, looking at her daughter and son-in-law, trying to figure out what they were hiding.

"Is Luke here?"

"LUKE! Come here." A few seconds later, he entered, looking surprised.

"Rory, Tristan." They both smiled.

"We have something to tell you." Rory started. Lorelai scrunched her face.

"This feels a lot like the time you told me you two were engaged but you're married so it's clearly not that. Oh Ed McMann called you and you won a million dollars!" Tristan laughed.

"Not exactly." He said.


"I'm uhh…" She grabbed Tristan's hand. "…We're…I'm pregnant."

"Oh my god!" Lorelai screeched so loud the other three clamped their hands onto their ears.

"I had a much smaller reaction. Rory and I just made out when I heard." Tristan said, rubbing his ears. Rory elbowed him.

"I am so, so, so, so, so, SO happy for you guys. This is incredible." Lorelai continued on, clearly not hearing anything else they'd said.

"Congratulations. This is great." Luke said sincerely. "Come on by the diner tomorrow. Pies on me." No one mentioned that they were anyway.

"I think we will." Rory said, looking at Tristan.

"When did you find out?" Lorelai asked as they made their way to the living room.

"Earlier today. I went by the hospital and told Tristan, then went home and fell asleep. I woke up about an hour or so ago."

"Good girl!" Lorelai cheered.

"Do you know if it's a girl or boy?" Luke asked. They both shook their heads.

"I think we're going to wait." Tristan exclaimed.

"We are?" Rory was confused. Since when did they decide that?

"Well, at least a little longer."

"Like when the baby is born?" Rory scoffed.

"No, just not right now." Rory grinned. She didn't really care about any of this stuff. She was still focusing on the fact that these conversations were revolving around her. She rested her head on Tristan's shoulder.

"Any names?"

"Well Lorelai if it's a girl, but that's it." Tristan said, looking at Rory for confirmation. She nodded.

"Oh my baby is having a baby and naming it Lorelai like her grandma!"

"And like it's mom and like it's great-great grandma." Rory pointed out.

"Sshhh. I'm make believing. Learn how to do it, it'll come in handy when that thing is born." Lorelai said knowingly.

"So I presume you guys haven't eaten dinner." Luke asked.

"Nope, we wanted to see if you wanted to join us?" Rory answered.

"You mean the three of you?" Lorelai asked.

"Yes, mom." Rory said rolling her eyes.

"Well we'd love to. Do you want to go out somewhere or Luke I'm sure would whip something up."

"Yea, whatever you guys want." He agreed.

"Let's go out. I want to start on this one's eclectic taste." Rory said, rubbing her tummy.

"Ahh yes. You can never start too early." Lorelai agreed seriously. "The first meal I had when I found out I was pregnant with you was 4 spicy burritos, a taco, and an order of chili fries."

"What do we think? Indian? Thai?" Rory asked. Tristan looked unsure.

"I'd go for Indian. You can never start too early with Indian." Lorelai put in.

"Let's do it then!" The girls got up excitedly and walked towards the door as Luke and Tristan looked at each other, sighing.

"I hope my child doesn't turn out like them." Tristan said, good-naturedly.

"It's impossible to avoid. They got all the dominant genes." Luke sighed.

"Except their eyes." Tristan said.


"Oh, blue eyes are recessive. But then again I have blue eyes so our baby most likely will too." He paused. "Crap, there goes that plan."

"Right." Luke said, laughing at Tristan. They joined the girls in the car. 3 hours later, and Tristan and Rory were walking back home.

"I think my mom is almost more excited than I am." She laughed.

"Yea, my ears are still ringing." He said, sticking a finger in his ear, then shaking his head. She lightly pushed him. Grinning he came back and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her to him. When they got back to the house, Rory immediately went to sit down.

"Babe, if you're already this tired I don't know what you're going to do when you reach 6, 7, 8 months. Forget 9, you'll never stand up." He chuckled.

"I'll just have you carry me then." She answered cheekily.

"Ha, sure." He scoffed. But they both knew he would.

"I'm going upstairs for a little bit, okay? I'll be back down in a few minutes." She nodded. 10 minutes later, he came back downstairs and sat next to her.

"You smell smoky." She said, wrinkling her nose.

"I do?" He smelled himself.

"Hello, heightened sense of smell." She explained. He'd forgotten about that.

"Come on, I want to show you something." She begrudgingly stood up and followed him upstairs. She got into the bedroom and smelled the smoke. It was coming from the bathroom. Peering in, she gasped.

"Oh my god." She covered her mouth and turned to him. There were aromatherapy candles everywhere. On the large Jacuzzi bath ledge, on the sink, on top of the toilet…everywhere. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I got you some bubble baths too. You've been antsy for a while, and you always take baths when you can't focus. I just figured it might be nice." He said, shrugging. She turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, pulling herself up to him.

"Thank you." She pulled his head down, kissing him gently. "What are you going to do?"

"Catch up on some reading. When you get out, I'll give you a massage." He said, smiling down at her. Her eyes lit up and she nodded, kissing him again and again. She pulled out of his arms and entered the bathroom, shutting the door. He smiled and sat on the bed, picking up a book. He heard the water start to run. He didn't hear the water turn off. He was finished reading two pages when he heard the door open. Looking up, he saw Rory standing there in a robe and her hair clipped up.

"You don't look nearly as relaxed as you should. Get back in there." He stated. She shook her head.

"Join me." He shot her a look.

"I don't think that'll be a very relaxing bath." He scoffed, turning back to his book. She walked towards him and climbed onto the bed, settling next to him. She tried pulling him, but when that didn't work, she swung her leg over making sure he caught a glimpse of her naked body underneath the robe. He groaned as she straddled him. He put his book down and placed his hands on her hips. "What are you doing, baby?" He asked, huskily.

"Take a bath with me." She whispered.

"I'll join you in a bit." He said trying to resist.

"No, now." She said sternly. When he didn't make any motion to move, she rubbed her hands along his chest and settled her hands on the bottom of his shirt. She pushed the material up slightly and scraped his stomach with her nail. She felt him harden under her.

"What are you doing?" He repeated, barely holding back a grown. She leaned forward and placed her lips on his. She lifted her hips and took one of Tristan's hands in hers and guided it under her robe. He felt something warm and wet. He hardened completely and pulled his hand away. His breath was ragged.

"What's wrong?" She asked, noticing his apprehension.

"Why won't you take a bath?" He asked, avoiding the question.

"Because, I'm pregnant with your baby. I want to do something with you. Why won't you take a bath with me?" He sighed and nodded.

"Alright." She grinned and got off of him as he scooted off the bed.

"Let me help." As he started to take off his shirt, Rory went to work on his pants. She stopped and his pants fell to the ground from the weight of his belt. She glanced at his boxers hanging low on his hips. She took his hand in hers and placed it on her robe-clad stomach.

"I know you want to touch me, Tristan. Don't be afraid. The doctor said it was fine and healthy for me to have sex." She said smiling at him. He swallowed. She let go of his hand and untied the sash of her robe. She let it open, exposing her naked body to him.

He tentatively rubbed her shoulders underneath the robe and pushed it off letting it land on the floor with a 'woosh'. "It's okay. I'm pregnant, not disabled." She smiled at him, encouraging him. She came to stand right in front of him, and leaned up, placing one hand on his chest. He stared into her eyes. Going on her tiptoes, she gently touched his lips with hers. He sighed against her lips and brought her closer, giving in. She couldn't help but smile against him. She took her other hand and cupped him through his boxers.

"Oh god." He breathed into the crook of her neck. She pushed down his boxers. When they were kicked to the side he cupped her ass and pulled her against him. She moaned as his penis rubbed against her clit. She moved her hips, increasing friction. He took hold of her leg and wrapped it around his waist, bucking against her. With each push, her head moved.

"Almost." She breathed, holding in her squeaks. Moving his hand in between them, he teased her opening. Jamming a finger into her, she took a deep intake of air and slumped against him in small release. He held her up and put her leg down. He walked backwards and laid her down on the bed, massaging the insides of her legs. He could see her middle glistening, begging for full release. As he massaged, she opened her legs wider.

"That's it baby." Once her legs were open wide enough, he ran his hands up over her hip bones and cupped her breasts before placing each hand on either side of her head. He leaned down. "Just let go. I want to hear you scream my name, no inhibitions." She nodded weakly, lifting her leg and wrapped it around him, bringing him closer to her.

He kissed her neck, jaw, cheek, forehead, temple, nose, chin and the finally her lips. She arched against him wrapping her arms around his neck and keeping him close to her. She felt him rub against her as he shifted. He reached his hand down and stroked her clit, immediately causing her to need release. He stretched her with his two fingers and before he fully removed them, he slid himself into her hard.

"Uhhhh." She cried with each thrust, each time getting louder. He could feel her walls starting to tremor so he slowed down his pace, riding in and out of her smoothly, and hitting each wall as he pulled out.

"Harder." She panted as her head rolled back.

"Patience, it'll come." She turned her head in agony as she remained on the brink. She bucked against him, but the way they were positioned it did barely anything. He slowed to a stop and reached behind Rory's head to grab a pillow. She looked at it through hooded eyes confused.

"Lift up." He whispered, almost there himself. She did as she was told and lifted her hips as he put a pillow under her butt putting her hips at an angle. He continued thrusting at his slow pace causing greater friction for Rory. "How does that feel? Good?" She nodded quickly rolling her head in every direction hoping it would help the ache between her legs. He leaned up farther and pulled out almost completely before plunging himself into her, fast and hard. With each pound she gasped and felt herself getting wetter helping his strokes lubricate and please her.

"Please, just get me there." She whimpered. He continued his hard long strokes and caught her lips in his. He bit her lip and swirled his hips as he drove into her. That did it as he came in her with her falling right behind him. He rubbed her clit to help her ride out the waves.

"Tristan." Her eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure consumed her. He pulled out of her when he had the energy and rolled beside her. Her first movement was her arm. Slowly her body moved as she turned to him. Their breathing was still heavy as she scooted near him and kissed his chest, tasting his sweat.

"Ready for a bath?" He asked, smiling. She nodded and pulled him up. He followed her in and saw that the bath wasn't filled up. She turned on the water and stepped in, immediately feeling the warmth of new water. He followed her in and watched as she squirted come of the bubble bath into the water by the spigot. He sat down pulling her with him. She settled herself between his legs and leaned against his chest. They remained in silence as the rest of the water filled up. She leaned forward and turned off the water, creating a smooth calm of lapping water and the smell of candles mixed with the matching bath scent. She turned onto her side so she could face him. She kissed his chest and looked at him.

"Thank you." She sighed.

"For what? Fucking you?" He grinned. She blushed. "It was my pleasure. Literally."

"Well thank you for that. But I meant for getting me pregnant." She said in mock irritation. He gave her a look and laughed.

"Why are you thanking me? The idea was that we would have sex until you got pregnant." He said cocking an eyebrow.

"I know, but thank you for always soothing my fears." She replied honestly.

"Anytime. Now you can't say anything, though. With the amount that you talked about this, it sure sounded like it was the only thing you needed and then you'd be fully content with life."

"It is. I don't want anything else. Well, there was a pink fuzzy lamp shade I wanted…"

"No." He said immediately.

"Please? It's so pink and fuzzy!" She whined.

"Absolutely not. The last pink fuzzy thing you got was that chair and it broke the first time someone sat in it. With our luck, the thing will catch fire and burn down the house." He said, recalling the events of that day.

"Fine, no pink fuzzy lamp shade." She pouted.

4 or so years later

"She really is beautiful, Rory." Winnie said. Rory beamed as the two of them stared at the 7-month-old baby in her crib.

"Thanks." Winnie gave Rory a quick hug and they walked out of her room. Rory picked up the baby monitor and clipped it to her pants. They entered the living room to see Tristan, Rob, Nick, Aidan, and Trevor on the floor. Trevor was sitting on Tristan's lap. Rory smiled at them and sat down next to Tristan.

"Mommy!" Trevor cheered and scooted off of Tristan's lap and onto Rory's.

"Looks like he likes me better." Rory grinned and Tristan scoffed. Rob looked at Winnie and then to Nick who was yawning.

"Hey I think it's time to go. It's been a long day for these two."

"Yea, Trevor's nap was supposed to be an hour ago." Rory agreed.

"No!" Trevor yelled.

"Shh, bud. You'll wake your sister." Rory held him against her breathing in his Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo. Everyone stood up, getting the creases out of their pants.

"Thanks for having us, guys. We know you have a lot on your plate, but it was great seeing you. And your children are…wow. Well, best looking children—besides my own of course." Rory and Tristan laughed.

"Thanks for coming." Rory and Winnie hugged tightly while Rob and Tristan shook hands. They switched husbands. Winnie hugged Tristan and Rory hugged Rob. Then Rory went to her knees and hugged Nick and Aidan.

"It was good seeing you guys." Getting back up, she hugged Winnie again. Soon after, they left. Tristan shut the door and backed Rory up against it. He kissed her softly.

"Eww." They separated to see Trevor standing there sticking out his tongue in disgust. They smiled.

"I've wanted to do that all day." He looked to Trevor. "As for you, I think it's time for a nap."

"No!" He protested.

"Yes!" And before the little boy could run away, Tristan captured him in his arms. "Gotcha!" Rory laughed as she watched them leave to the bedrooms. She started cleaning up the dishes and started rinsing them. She just finished loading the dishwasher when she felt arms enclose her and a head resting on her shoulder. Washing her sudsy hands off, she dried them and turned around to face him.

"It was nice seeing them." She said, smiling. He nodded, not listening to her. "What are you doing?"

"You, have been jumpy all day." He said, looking into her eyes. She avoided his gaze.

"Have not. Just tired." She weaseled out of his grip and started fixing up the kitchen.

"Stop. We can do that later. Come relax with me." He whined. "The kids are napping and the house is quiet." He ended in a whisper. Rolling her eyes she allowed him to pull her to the sofa. They sat down, her resting against him.

"Today was nice. I think I need to do stuff like that more. Between Trevor and Lily, I barely leave the house. Either I'm trying to occupy Trevor or Lily needs another feeding." She grumbled. She felt his chest vibrate with laughter.

"Either you're complaining because you can't have children or you're complaining because you have children." He said, sweetly.

"I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that sometimes I need to get out and it's hard with two young kids." She stated calmly.

"Well you're almost done breastfeeding Lily." He replied.

"True, so then I'll be able to go into the public and not worry about taking my boob out when she gets hungry." He squeezed her against him, and kissed her neck. She slumped.

"I call what you're doing 'pouty', not tired." She bit her lip.

"It's not over." She whispered.

"What's not?"

"This." She gestured around herself. "In total I'll be homebound for about 8 years. At least five at this point."

"What? No, Lily's going to start pre-k in just over two years. You'll be able to go part-time at least by then."

"I was wrong. When I said that it didn't matter a month ago, I was wrong." He thought back to a month ago.

"These guessing games get boring, Ror." He sighed.

"Don't say anything until I'm done, okay?" He nodded. "You asked me earlier where I was today and I said I was with my mom. Well, Trevor was. I went with Lily to the doctors." She took a breath. "God, I couldn't talk when I thought I couldn't have kids and now I can't talk when I know I can. Tristan, I'm pregnant again." She waited for him to say something. "You can say something now."

"So what are we going to do about it?" He asked, seriously.

"Well I umm, have it." She looked at him confused.

"We decided on two, Rory." He said, looking at her.

"I know, but sometimes…" She said, words failing her once more.

"Sometimes, what?" He asked.

"Sometimes the condom breaks, or it happens." She replied sheepishly.

"No." He stated firmly. Her eyes went wide.

"You want me to…oh my god." She covered her mouth. She was about to pull away from him when he started laughing. "What's wrong with you?" She demanded, shocked.

"Rory, I was joking." He reached for her. "You just made it seem like I would hate you or something, so I pretended to." She rolled her eyes.

"You're an ass. So you're okay with this?" Her heart was beating rapidly.

"I'm more than okay. And you're right. Things happen, so what? You seriously thought I would ask you to get an abortion?" He asked, a bit surprised.

"Well, no, but you just looked so serious." She tried to explain, but ended up sighing. "Don't do that again." She scolded him. He smiled and shook his head.

"So you said a month ago you were wrong. About what?"

"Remember? The condom broke and I didn't think it matter?" He nodded in comprehension.

"Wow, another baby." He looked up dreamily. Rory smiled at him, despite her previous scare.

"You don't sound surprised." She looked at him skeptically.

"Honestly? I'm not. I had my suspicions." He said with a shrug.

"How?" She asked curiously.

"Babe, I'm a doctor. I'm trained to diagnose thousands of things off of very few symptoms. Pregnancy just happens to be one of those easily detectable ones. And since you're a woman, that's one of the first things we have to think about. That would be the first question I would ask you: Is there any chance you're pregnant? You know how observant I am."

"I don't like you." She growled. Sometimes she really wanted to hate him, but she never could. He laughed.

"I'm sorry I took away your thunder." He said, trying to placate her.

"Yea, yea. It's okay. Why didn't you say anything to me? You must have been curious."

"Oh you mean 'looking in trash cans for pregnancy tests' curious? Yea, I was. But I figured if you were wondering it yourself you would tell me. And you did. A little later than I thought compared to when you told me about Lily, but you did." She took his hand in hers and kissed it.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"You looked at me." He answered honestly. Her heart melted. She ran her hand through his hair and pulled him towards her in a searing kiss. She pulled back and looked outside.

"To think this all started with my grandfather dying." She laughed somberly.

"Fate, baby."

"In the least awful way possible, I'm glad my grandfather passed away, because I found you again."

"And I, you."

"What should we name this baby?"

"Do you know the sex?"

"No, but I have a feeling it's a girl." He smiled. She'd been right the first two times.

"Any girls names?"

"I'm thinking of something." She said playfully with a smile.

"Okay…" He prompted her.

"I just think with our history, we should name her Mary." A smile overwhelmed his face.

"It's perfect." He kissed her softly and held her close.

They remained in each other's arms for a while longer before Lily woke up. However bumpy the ride was to get there, they did and they did it with courage.

Seven and a half months later, a baby girl was born. Her name was Mary. As the newly extended family gathered around Rory in the hospital bed, all she could think about was that cloud. The one that sometimes has the ability to make things gray, gloomy and sad. However, once that cloud dissipates, you can see the beautiful bright blue sky once again. Sometimes, the cloud even adds that extra element to make things perfect, to make things more picturesque.

But when the cloud is gone, you can see the rawness of the heart and vulnerability. Then the cloud comes back and with it, it brings something else. Fate, maybe? Maybe even a chance for a new start. You learn how to love and how to deal with your problems until they cease to exist.

Or maybe that cloud brings someone special with it. Someone who indirectly shows you what you have right in front of you. They help you realize the truth and most of all, what's right there in front of you is what you desire most of all.

So from then on, the cloud seemed to stick. Keeping the family padded and protected from the horrors of the world. Of course they had they're ups and downs, but there always seemed to be a quick bounce back.

There was always something about that Cloud Nine. They decided to name it, "Everlasting Cloud Nine."

The End

A/N: 23 Chapters later and I am FINISHED! Blahhhh!! I'm SOOO happy. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to everyone who stuck by me the whole time and never gave up on this story! You're all quite divine! Much love, Kiki.

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