Chapter Title: Heaven by Bryan Adams.
AN: I thought long and hard about how to end this story. I didn't want to leave it open. So everything gets summed up in this chapter. I'll probably write a one shot where they get married in front of their family and friends. But this is the end.I've been waiting for so long
For something to arrive
For a love to come along
Now our dreams are coming true
Through the good times and the bad
I'll be standing there by you
Had a year really gone by since they had started dating? Now that it was almost Christmas Rory looked back on the past year. She had changed so much. She had come to the realization that her mother had babied her as a child. She was as unprepared for the real world as Tristan was. They were still learning how to handle things. It was great that she had a support system. But there were times when she needed her space. Being married had taken some getting used to. Tristan still left his dirty socks in the hall floor. Rory would still come behind him and throw them in the basket. There were times when things were easy to handle. Like when Tristan understood that Rory couldn't cook. She was trying, but sometimes things didn't go as planned.
Her grandparents took it better than Rory had planned. Emily understood that if anyone was going to plan a wedding for them it would be Lorelai. So far nothing had been planned yet. Christopher on the other hand had been furious. Rory hoped that he would eventually be happy for her. She had always hoped he would walk her down the isle. The fact that the he had Gigi didn't now didn't help things. He had picked the wrong time to step up and be a real dad.
Rory made her way up the stairs to their apartment. It wasn't where either of them had pictured living, but it was student housing. She pushed open the door hearing something fall in the kitchen. She stood against the door with a smile on her face. Tristan was leaning over the oven. He pulled something out and pulled back the tin foil to check it. Rory quietly walked up behind him peering over his shoulder. He turned his head before kissing the corner of her mouth.
She walked out of the room and down the hall to their room. She sat down on the bed pulling off her shoes. She had really had enough of clueless Sorority Girls talking about how gorgeous he was. She never rubbed it in that she was the one he came home to.
He stood at the door watching as she went through her nightly ritual of unwinding. He sat next to her pulling her feet into his lap. He massaged her feet as she lay back on the bed. The phone rang making Rory throw an arm over her face.
"Let the machine get it." She mumbled.
"I brought paper stuff home. Doyle is a fascist."
"When is it do?" He asked trailing a finger down her arm.
"Monday." She said with a sigh.
"So put it off until this weekend."
Rory nodded feeling herself relax. Tristan stretched out next to her. He draped an arm over as he rested his head on his other hand.
"When is dinner?"
"It's ready. We can eat later." He said tightening his grip on her.
"But I'm hungry now." She said turning to look at him with one eye open.
He shook his head with a grin. He got off the bed first then pulled her up.
"You spoil me." She said wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I'd do it again if I had the chance." He said squeezing her hands.
They ate in silence before heading back to the bedroom. Not many married couples could say that they did their research papers together. But it helped to have someone to look over your work. It didn't work for most people. But for Tristan and Rory? They wouldn't have it any other way.
AN2: I can't believe I finally finished this. There were times when I thought I would never finish it. I want to say thanks to everyone who has ever read this story. Thank you so much for sticking with it and for sending in such positive feedback. You don't know how much it means.