No Matter What
Chapter 1: An anniversary/looking back
A/N: this is the sequel to Romeo and Juliet…enjoy!
Rating: M until I decide to change it.
Disclaimer: All I have is pocket change.
Rory opened her eyes and smiled, today was their seventh anniversary of being 'man and wife' she glanced at the clock and groaned as she rolled over in Tristans grasp around her waist, having slept on one shoulder all night had made her arm sore.
She looked over Tristans face with a slight smile. His usually smirking lips were open to a snore that, with a few years, wasn't as loud as it had been back in college. He looked at peace. She scooted closer and twined her legs with his finely toned ones before gently resting her head in the crook of his well-muscled arm. She loved the feel of his skin on hers.
"Good morning Rory." She jumped at her name before smiling at the low croak of his voice.
She kissed his neck in reply. "Happy anniversary."
"Yes." He agreed before glancing over at the clock himself. "Give him ten minutes…"
"I give him two."
"Three it is then."
"Do you think we can get in a kiss?"
"Depends on what kind of kiss your going for." He chuckles.
"The one were we pull apart really fast as he comes running in." Rory giggled.
"I like that one."
"So do I."
"We're wasting time."
"I believe we are."
He leaned in towards her lips just as the door burst open. "We need to learn when to shut up and just make out while we can." He whispered
"When will we learn?" she pressed a smile into his neck as their son climbed up on the bed.
"Never." He sighed.
"Mommy." He pulled on her sleeve.
"In a bit, why don't you go watch monsters Inc or something?"
"Okay." He climbed off the bed and they watched his little form leave the room.
"He forgot the door."
"Maybe if we go under the covers…."
"Maybe if we just shut up…." Rory laughed.
"Alright." He chuckled and pulled her face to his and once again they pulled apart.
"I can't find it." He had reappeared in their doorway.
"Find a different movie then."
"But I wanna watch Monsters Inc."
Rory turned to her husband. "He's definitely your son."
"Shame he's a mommas boy." Tristan retorted.
Rory pushed back the covers and sat up. "No, he just knows how to get the ladies."
"I thought that was kind of cool."
She rolled her eyes "Okay then."
"I love you too Mare."
Rory smiled at the now rarely used nickname and got out of bed. "You can have the shower first."
"Always room for company." He replied.
Rory glanced to the now empty doorway before nodding. "I'll try and make it."
"Lorelai should be here any minute to take Dustin."
"alright, then I will make it."
"Good to know." He watched her leave the room and close the door behind herself. He had a surprise planned for her. And he couldn't wait to see her reaction.
Just as he turned on the water the doorbell rang. Perfect timing. He listened for a minute over the water, heard Dustin say goodbye, and then he heard the front door close directly below him. He stepped in the shower and waited.
He was soaping his hair when he heard a soft click that signaled her presence. He peered around the shower curtain at her and smirked. She was looking at herself in the mirror. "You haven't aged a bit Rory. I don't know why you have to look at yourself in that mirror all the time."
She turned to him and then back to the mirror. "I may not have aged but that thing we call our son was in there," She pointed to her stomach. "For nine months and I still have a fat roll."
"You do not."
"I eat too much."
He nodded. "I know."
"But I have a high metabolism." She sobbed.
"But I don't want to go to the gym."
He smirked. "I always wondered how you kept your figure."
"AH." He agreed. "What happened to the 'we need to learn how to shut up and make out while we can' concept?"
"Those were your words."
"But you agreed to them."
She laughed and shoved him aside. "The water will get cold before we do anything if we keep at this."
"Just think, it will be worse when we're a bunch of old people."
"I don't even want to think about that."
"Just think, all those grandkids."
"And to think my mom was excited."
"She had a reason to be." He gripped her by the shoulders and turned her away from him before grabbing the bar of soap and a washcloth.
She leaned into him. "I'm done talking."
He bit her ear, the soapy cloth forgotten. "I hope so." His hands immediately wrapped around her waist, spun her back around, and pulled her even closer under the steaming water.
He slid his hands over the backs of her thighs and brushed his lips against hers and then moved down to kiss a fiery trail across her neck, over her shoulder, and down to the swell of her breasts.
She rested her hands on his ridged abdomen, her fingers greedily pressing against the rock-hard muscles as he pushed her against the cold shower wall.
She ran her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck before guiding him back to eye level.
She could hear the phone ringing in their room.
"Leave it." His voice was husky with want. Even if she had wanted to go get the phone he wouldn't have let her.
She bit his lip before smiling. "The machine will get it."
The water had been ice cold when they finally emerged from the bathroom in towels. It was nice, being able to walk around the house without a four year old on the premises.
"What are we doing today?"
"Well, I have something planned for dinner but we can do whatever you want before then." He grabbed some boxers out of the dresser drawer and slid them on.
"We can start with something along the lines of a late breakfast."
"Lets get to it then." He led the way out of the room and down the stairs to their huge kitchen.
They had received the house as a gift from his grandfather, Janlen, on their wedding night. The easiest way to describe it was huge yet homey. Rory and Lorelai had taken the liberty of decorating and then buying furniture. Tristan had been forced to move everything from one end of the room to the other several times at their directions before finally taking the liberty of arranging the furniture himself. And with a few adjustments and two gates to keep a curious two year old from getting into trouble, the house came to look as it does now.
Tristan had to admit it wasn't the most organized home in the world but what did you expect from a three year old, a work at home mom, a somewhat lazy maid, and a husband who was never truly organized in the first place.
He watched as Rory moved to the living room where the answering machine sat on a side table. It was Lorelai, and it sounded like it would be a long message so he continued into the kitchen to start the usual Saturday morning breakfast that had become a bit of a tradition ever since his son was old enough to speak the words 'blueberry pancakes.'
He smiled at the thought of his son and those nine months of delight, insane cravings, and in the end pride. He was glad to have a son but he knew Rory had wanted a daughter, they had decided to wait a little while longer before trying for another baby.
The easiest way to describe Dustin is smart, quick witted, mischievous, and cute. He was already growing into his incredible looks. He got his dirty blonde hair and the impish smirk from his father, while he got his stunning blue eyes and perfect porcelain skin from his mother.
He had been a charmer with the nurses when he was in the nursery as he had already gotten the smirk down and the large amount of downy blonde hair on his head added to the whole picture. They, the nurses, had been reluctant in letting him leave the hospital.
"I feel bad for all the girls that are going to fall at his feet in school." Rory stated.
"Because he already acts like you." She pointed out as she cradled him in her arms.
"That doesn't mean he's going to be a complete-"
Rory slapped him on the shoulder gently "Don't even think about saying that word around him."
"Sorry." He smirked. "But it still doesn't mean he will end up like I was."
"Why are you talking in past tense?"
"Because I'm married to you Rory, I doubt the girls even pay attention to me anymore, I don't pay them any."
"You shouldn't be so sure of that." She leaned further into the couch. "The last time I happened to venture into your office all the girls were talking about you." She smiled up at him. "Wanna know what one of them had to say?"
"Sure why not." He nodded and looked at his son, who was now asleep in his mother's arms.
"Well," she laughed. "One of them came up to me and firmly stated that her boss was a hunk and that if he weren't married she would be all over him."
"I told her that I just happened to be his wife and she ran off faster than I could blink."
"Why didn't you tell me about this then?"
"I thought this little bit of information would come in handy one day. All the better you didn't know about it." She giggled.
"Maybe I should just stop working out then."
"I don't think so mister."
"What's this? My wife thinks I'm a hunk?"
"What you are is trouble."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Admit it Mare."
She rolled her eyes, "Fine, you're an Adonis."
He smirked. "We should put Dustin here in his crib so that he can give mommy and daddy some time alone."
"Mom basically said that Dustin is going to be spending the night over there." She wrapped her arms around his waist and watched over his shoulder as he expertly flipped the pancakes.
"More time for us then." He remarked.
"Yup." She smiled. "Do you still remember out first real date?"
He placed the pancakes on a plate and put more batter on the griddle. "Yeah, I could walk you through it if you wanted me to."
She moved away from him and towards the coffee pot that he had started a few minutes earlier. "I still have the dress you bought for me."
"Sentimentalist." He chuckled.
She shrugged, "You still wear that necklace I bought you on our first Christmas."
"You still wear the necklace I gave you on our first date too though."
"I found a box full of notes I wrote to you in classes back at college."
"How did you find that thing?" he asked. He was surprised at the fact that it had even made the move over here. He had also totally forgotten about it's existence.
"It was under the bed, I was looking for a shoe I couldn't find, and found that instead." She leaned into the counter beside him, coffee mug in hand. "Who were you calling a sentimentalist again?"
"Oh hush up Rory." He said playfully. "Have some pancakes with that coffee."
"Thank you Tris."
"Your welcome." He watched her jump up onto the counter and lean against the cupboards.
"So, what exactly do you have planned oh husband of mine?"
"It's a secret." He smirked. "Therefore I cannot tell you."
She pouted. "What if I kiss you?"
"Not with a mouthful of pancakes you won't."
She shook her head. "There would be no pancakes in my mouth."
"If you kiss me I may or may not tell you what we are doing tonight."
"So, no definite answer then?"
"You could still kiss me though."
She smiles. "Come over here then."
He nods and moves between her legs and wraps his arms around her waist. "How's this?"
"Good." She leans in but he stops her.
"There better not be any pancakes in there."
"What do you mean where? In your mouth."
"How could there be any if I already ate them all?"
"I don't know."
"Alright." He pulled her closer and kissed her, his lips moving softly over hers before he slowly pulled away.
Rory laughed suddenly, ruining the moment. "Do you remember, at our first Christmas, when mom walked into the room and saw us kissing, she said something about hoping we would get sick of each other later and stop kissing in other peoples homes?"
He smirked. "Yeah."
She ran a finger down his chest. "We haven't really changed have we?"
"I don't think so." He moved away from her and cleared away their dishes before filling her coffee mug again, adding the milk and sugar expertly.
"Yup." He leaned against the counter next to her and looked at his watch. "What do you want to do now?"
"The same thing we do every anniversary."
Tristan groaned. "When will you get sick of that?"
"Never, because every time we watch that tape I remember all the crap we went through to get to were we are now." She took a sip of her coffee. "And, its nice to watch us do all that stuff occasionally."
"I'll go put the tape in."
"I should go change into something else too."
"Why? The kid isn't around." He looked her up and down; her pajamas consisted of an old t-shirt of his that came down to just above her knees. She claimed it smelled like him and that it was nice to have when he was at the hospital for night shifts. "Plus, you look beautiful in that."
She smiled around her coffee mug. "Alright then, I won't change." She stood up and walked out of the kitchen. "I'll go get the movie then since you cant seem to take your eyes off my legs."
He chuckled and scooped her up from behind. "I cant help it, you have great legs." He gently set her on the couch and after finding their wedding tape on the shelf, shoved it in the player.
"Guess what Rory?" Tristan stood up from his place at her side.
"What?" she smiled and took the hand he offered.
"Cake time." He smirked.
"Ah, yes, I believe it is."
"Shall we?" he led her by the hand across the room at the Dragonfly Inn to the cake that Sookie had created for them.
He squeezed her hand before bringing it to the knife.
There were cheers from the crowd as they watched Tristan move and stand behind Rory.
They picked up the knife together and pressed it into the cake. They cut a single piece and Tristan picked it up and broke it in half.
"Remember what you said earlier Tris."
"Remind me again?" he smirked and moved his hand so that his piece of the cake was less than an inch away from her lips.
"Don't you even think about getting that all over my face."
He nodded. "I'll be nice."
She opened her mouth and he carefully held it for her to take a bite from.
Rory then held up her piece, a smile on her lips, as he went to take a bite. She smeared it over his lips and onto his left cheek.
He laughed and went to wipe it off but Rory stopped him. "We need a picture."
He only laughed harder and smiled at the camera.
Rory spoke quietly, "You never said to be nice to you."
He smirked, the cake still on his face. "I guess that's fair enough." He pulled her closer. "Now you have to kiss me." He leaned closer. "Cake face and all."
"Your enjoying this aren't you."
"Yes I am."
"She giggled and licked some of the frosting off of his bottom lip. "You taste good."
"Then you shouldn't mind."
She ran a hand through his hair playfully, love sparkling in her eyes. "This is all on tape, you know that right?"
"Yeah, that's what makes all this so much fun." He kissed her softly on the lips; cheers from the crowd made them pull apart, wide smiles on their faces.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too Tris."
What they hadn't realized at the time was that the whole room had been deadly quiet. Their whole conversation had been caught on tape, which also meant that the whole group of people had heard it as well. Rory had laughed in embarrassment when she had first watched the tape with Tristan.
Tristan Wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer as Lorelai stood to proclaim their first dance as man and wife.
Lorelai stood up from the table and gently tapped her glass. "That cake was delicious." She nodded towards Sookie. "And now its time for the bride and grooms dance." She laughed as her daughter blushed and sat down as they stood up and went to the center of the room.
Tristan pulled her closer, his hands rested on her hips and Rory wrapped her arms around his neck.
The song started and they both looked in to each other's eyes. It was Michael Bublé's 'You And I'
'Here we are
On earth together
It's you and I,
God has made us
Fall in love
I've really found
Someone like you
Will it say
The love you feel for me,
Will it say
That you will be by my side
To see me through
Until my life is through'
All of their guests seemed to disappear; it was just them and the song.
'Well, in my mind
We can conquer the world
In love, you and I
You and I,
You and I
I am glad,
At least in my life
I found someone
That may not be here forever
To see me through
But I found
My strength in you'
Tristan kissed her forehead as they slowly moved around the room.
'Cause in my mind,
You will stay here forever,
In love, you and I
You and I…
In my mind
We can conquer the world
In love you and I,
You and I.'
As the song came to an end they kissed each other gently before pulling apart and bowing.
"I love that song." Rory whispered.
"Were is that CD?"
"Somewhere around here."
"Lets find it."
"It would be nice." He moved out from underneath her and went over to the stand with their CDs on it. A moment later he stood up, the CD in hand. "Found it."
"That wasn't so hard then was it?"
He shook his head, "Not at all." He went over to the stereo and put it in, going strait to the last track. "Care to dance?"
"How sentimental." She giggled and went into his arms. "I wouldn't mind."
The song came to end but they didn't seem to notice that the stereo had gone silent. They continued to dance slowly, lost in each other's eyes.
Tristan broke the silence, "Hope you don't mind if I kiss you now."
"Since when was it not okay?"
He shrugged. "I thought it would be nice if I asked you first."
"How sweet." She drawled out.
He smirked and her heart stopped.
She traced a finger along his jaw and down his neck. "You, are irresistible." She pulled him down by his shirt collar and kissed him softly.
She heard him growl something under his breath as he pulled away.
"What was that?"
He only smiled and pulled her up against him. "I would tell you, but we need to get ready for dinner."
"Time flies." She whispered in his ear before biting it.
"Why do you torture me so?" his voice was husky.
"Because I can." She pulled her hand out of his jean pocket and backed away. "Casual?"
"How long do I have?"
"Hour or so."
She nodded. "I'll try and get done on time."
"It's okay if we are a bit late." He smirked. "I want you to look like my Cinderella tonight."
Her foot hovered over the first step on the stairs for a moment before she smiled over at him and continued on her way.
Rory did as she was told, and soon enough the hour she had promised bled in to two. There was a knock on the bedroom door before a pair of strong, reassuring arms wrapped around her waist.
"We're going to be more than a little late." He said.
"You don't seem to be worried." She put her hair up in a twist; a strand fell down to rest on her cheek. Tristan brushed it aside and kissed the side of her neck. Her shoulders were bare and the flattering black cocktail dress below them made it almost too tempting to throw her on the bed and stay there, but dinner was waiting.
"You're ready right?"
She nodded at him before turning away from the mirror; her lips brushed his cheek as she turned into his arms. He groaned and quickly pulled away.
"Oh hush, your acting like a green teenager." She chuckled.
"So? When was the last time you dressed up like this?"
Rory shrugged. "Can't remember."
"You look beyond gorgeous tonight Rory." He watched as she slid on her shoes and grabbed her purse. He shook his head. "You don't need your purse, or your shoes."
She looked down at his feet; he didn't even have any socks on. She smiled, he wasn't wearing socks, but he had on a pair of white Armani suit pants and a black beater. Only he would do something like that. She slipped off her shoes and tossed her purse onto the bed. "Where are we going then?"
"Follow me." He went to rest a hand on the small of her back but pulled it back and ran it through his hair instead. Touching her probably wasn't the wisest idea if he wanted to eat the food he had made without re-heating it in the microwave. He opened the door and followed her out.
"I spent two hours getting ready…and we're eating at home?" she looked around the porch in their backyard- candles were everywhere, an outdoors table had been moved to the center, the food was already awaiting them.
Rory went to pull the twist from her hair but Tristan stopped her. "I wanted to keep this as a surprise but a limo is picking us up in an hour."
"I know I shouldn't even bother asking, but where are we going in a limo?"
He shrugged and pulled out a chair for her before sitting himself.
Just as Rory set her fork down there was a knock at the door. She went to stand up and Tristan stopped her. "I'll get it."
"Should I be putting on my shoes?"
He shook his head and left her out on the porch for the door.
Rory stacked up their dished and brought them back in to the kitchen.
"Rory?" Tristan appeared around the door. "Stop cleaning, let's go." She looked down at his feet. He was still barefoot. "What? Are you glued to the floor or something?"
"No…I'm just wondering why we don't need shoes."
He chuckled. "I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet." He grabbed her hand and led her out the front door. "Lets go."
The driver smiled at them. He looked oddly familiar.
"Don't I know you?" Rory asked.
He nodded. "I believe I took you out to your first date with Mr. DuGrey here."
"You're the guy who asked me if I didn't like surprises." She added on.
The driver chuckled. "Sure am." He opened the door for them and Rory slid in first. As the driver went around the side of the car Rory asked. "Are you friends with this guy?"
He nodded. "Yeah. My parents assigned him as my driver when I was little. So that I could have a way to get to all the parties my parents forced me to attend with them."
Rory smiled and squeezed his hand. His father had died of a massive heart attack a few years ago. Tristan hadn't taken it well because he hadn't been told until a few days before the funeral.
Tristan and his father had not gotten along well after Tristan had walked in on him cheating on his mom with his secretary. His father had continued to harass him through out the years and they had even gotten in a fight about his transferring to Yale. His father hadn't even shown up at their wedding.
"How long until we get there?" she asked him.
"About an hour."
"That's a long drive."
"I'll keep you occupied." Tristan whispered in her ear.
She shivered at the innuendo and leaned into Tristans shoulder as he pulled her closer.
"Sir? We have arrived."
"How many times have I told you to call me Tristan Greg? And thank you, once again, for the lift."
"All part of the job…Tristan."
"I'll see you back here in a few hours man." Tristan smiled at Rory and then whispered something in Greg's ear.
With a nod he reached into the car and handed Tristan his hat.
Rory laughed as Tristan placed the beret like Limo Drivers hat on her head. "I've always wanted to wear one of these."
Greg smiled. "Consider it an anniversary gift then."
Rory tipped the hat in his direction, "Thank you sir." she giggled. For the first time since their arrival Rory looked around and smelled the air. "Oh Tris…." She turned back to him. "You took me to the beach?" she looked over to where the grass turned to sand and then water." The salt in the air was a welcoming smell. "This is awesome." She hugged Tristan and kissed him on the lips softly before letting go and smiling up at him. "Last one to touch the water has to go streaking!" she bolted away from him without looking back, one hand pressing the hat to her head.
"You're a lucky man Tristan."
He nodded and watched his wife before chasing after her. "Cheater!" he shouted as she got to the water a mere second before him. "You better not have been serious about the streaking thing." He gasped.
She shook her head, a sloppy grin on her face. "We Gilmore's do not kid my love."
"True, but they do easily forget things."
"We do not!"
"Sure thing." He chuckled and pulled his beater off.
"You're going to do it right now?"
"No." he smiled up at her as he unbuckled his pants. "I have my swimsuit on underneath this."
"What about me?"
He smiled and held up the bag she hadn't noticed earlier. "Right here." he handed it to her. "What happened to you and the I-see-everything-because-I'm-a-writer thing?"
"I was distracted by the water."
"Uh-huh." He watched as she discreetly changed in to her swimsuit and smiled when she finally pulled the dress off, a white bikini with blue polka dots underneath.
"The only problem with this is how its kind of chilly…seeing as it's early fall, and the water…" she shivered at the thought. "Is going to be even colder."
"So?" he put their clothes in the bag and tossed it further away from the water before giving her a big grin and bolting into the water. When his head emerged from beneath the water his teeth were chattering but he clamped his jaw and smiled. "Its not too bad Mare, come on in."
Rory smiled at him, his hair was all tangled up from the waves and he looked like his son in a way. "Alright." She slowly waded in and stopped when the waves were lapping at her waist. "It's freezing in here."
"It isn't too bad one you get used to it." He waded over to her and pulled on her arm. "Go under really fast."
Rory shook her head quickly. "I don't think so."
"You are such a party pooper sometimes." He pretended to pout.
"And we're both going to be sick tomorrow."
"So? At least our anniversary will be memorable among all the other ones." He tugged on her arm harder this time and she almost slipped on the muddy sand under her toes. She screeched and grabbed his shoulder only to find that he had pulled away from her grasp a moment before she could get a hold and she was pulled under the water by the soft waves.
Tristan was chuckling when she came back up gasping for air.
She grunted at him and pushed him as hard as she could, he fell and went under again.
"Water fight!" he shouted from behind her, and too close to escape a big salty splash.
She fired back at him and turned her head away from the burning salt before screaming surrender.
When she could see again Tristan was looming over her, all hard male and seductive eyes. His breathing was hard from splashing water at her, from the electric current between them. She wondered again why Tristan had fallen for her at Chilton, the quiet-nose-always-in-a-book-perfectionist-about-grades girl she had been. There had been so many other better looking, and richer, girls out there falling at his feet. Why had he chosen her? She shook away the train of thoughts and went back to watching her husband slowly pull her closer with the current at her back.
"I love you." He said in a not so quiet whisper, a half smile on his ocean wet lips.
The deep rumble of his voice, so masculine, and so sure, sent a tremble through her. She wondered what he would taste like with the tangy salt on his lips.
"I love you too." She closed her eyes as he brushed his lips against hers, nipped at her lower lip with his teeth.
He groaned softly and pulled away. "Your shaking." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
Rory shrugged. "I didn't notice." But now she did, the water was freezing, and her legs were already numb. She moved closer. "Do you mind if I ask to get out of the water?"
He shook his head and picked her up. "Lets go. I don't need you getting sick on me."
"I have a strong immune system. I probably won't." but she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged herself closer, trying to get warm.
"Good thing there isn't a breeze." He said.
"Rory, I'm sorry, I should have planned something else. It's a bit too late in the year for the beach."
"Don't worry about it. It was fun and that's all that matters."
He set her down on the blanket Greg must have set up for them. Candles were lit and shoved in to the sand along the blankets perimeter.
He sat down beside her and handed his beater over. "Put this on. It's not much but it's better than nothing."
She nodded and after sliding it on lay down beside him. "The stars are pretty out here."
"Their nice." He sighed and turned over on his side to trace a finger over the side of her cheek. "You are so beautiful Rory."
She smiled up at him. "Thank you Mr. DuGrey."
He smirked and leaned in to kiss her fully on the lips. When he pulled away it was for air, "Happy anniversary Rory." He pulled her to him again before she could say another word and kissed her harder.
A/N: WOW! This is my LONGEST chapter EVER! 12 pages in word! Holy smokes! Lol.
Tell me…what do you think? Do you like this? Is this a good beginning for this sequel? I personally love it!
Lots of surprises are in store for you guys (the title kinda has something to do with it.) I already have the plot vaguely planned…. it's there; I just haven't quite grasped it yet.
I'm so EXCITED! Lol. Please review!
Love you all bunches.
-Over and out-