No Matter What
Chapter three: No Matter What
(Three weeks later)
"Do we seriously need all this food?"
Rory smiles at him and tosses a bag of chocolate chips into the cart. "Tristan, my mother is at the house. What do you think?"
"But she just went shopping for us a few weeks ago, while we were sick."
"So? If I thought she would be happy with what's left in the fridge right now, which is nothing, we wouldn't be here."
Tristan put his hands up in mock surrender. "I love you?"
"Is that supposed to be a piece offering?"
Her smile grew wider. "I love you too." She tossed a bag of chex mix in the cart. "But that doesn't work."
"Then what does?"
"I think you'll have to figure that one out." She turned away from him and started pushing the cart towards the next aisle.
Tristan was close behind her. "Your booty is cute today." He offered.
"That won't work either Tris." She laughed, "It's cute everyday in your eyes." She turned around. "At least it better be."
He grabbed her arm to make her stop moving and smiled. "I think I know what you want."
"Hmm, and what is that?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, positive." He glances around the aisle before studying her lips closely. "Good thing you don't mind kissing in public." He whispered, his eyes now connected with hers he leaned into the shelf and pulled her closer, their lips connected in a hungry kiss.
He felt something fall from somewhere near his shoulder and laughed against her lips. "Good thing we aren't anywhere near glass jars."
"Kids these days…." Came a displeased voice.
They yanked apart to discover an old lady walking past, shaking her head.
"I think she's more embarrassed than we are." Rory said giggling.
Tristan only shook his head, "Old ladies these days, always ruining the good parts of a day." He smirked, ruining his serious tone
"We're in a grocery store Tris." She took a deep breath to keep from laughing again and went on. "What did you expect?"
"Nothing more and nothing less."
"There's a good answer." She couldn't help the laugh that escaped. "Lets go, I'm sure the sitter is running up our phone bill again."
"The sitter is your mother." Tristan pointed out.
"I know. She probably called my cell thirty times by now complaining that there isn't any food in the house."
"I'm willing to bet you," he checked his pockets, "Fifty cents that she only called about four times."
"Let's shake on it."
"Ha! I won!" Tristan did a little dance in the front seat and held out a hand. "You owe me." He wiggled his fingers. "Fork it over missy."
Rory groaned and handed over the fifty cents before starting the car. "Let's go."
"I beat you."
"Shush. If you ever want to kiss me again you will be quiet."
"I have a whole dollar now." He jiggled the change in his pocket.
Rory gave him a threatening look and he put his hands up in the air for a second time that day. "I'll be quiet."
"Hi daddy." Dustin came into the room and pulled on his pant leg. "What all did you and mommy get?"
"A lot of stuff, and I would appreciate it if you gave us a hand and helped to put stuff away." Tristan handed his son one of the lighter bags, "This stuff goes in the fridge, if you need any help let grandma know."
"Okay." He opened the fridge and started neatly putting things away.
"I'll be right back." Tristan went back out into the garage and grabbed several more bags from the trunk. When he got back inside Rory was saying goodbye to her mother.
"You guys finally have food in the house and I have to leave."
"Are you sure you can't stay?"
"Afraid not, Babette just called, something is wrong with her cat."
"What's wrong with pumpkin?"
"Babette thinks she's coming down with something bad. So I'm going down there to give her a hand." She looks down at her watch, "I should probably go."
"Alright." Rory shows her to the door and waves goodbye before closing the door.
"So what do you boys want for dinner?"
"Mac and cheese." Dustin yelled from his position on the couch beside his father.
"I'll have what he's having."
"Mac and cheese it is then."
"Do want some help in there? We could give you a hand." Tristan called.
"I wanna put the cheese in!" Dustin shouted.
"I don't mind." She shouted back and dumped noodles into the barley boiling water. "Tristan come over here and find the strainer for me."
"Anything for you Mary." He came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist, "You smell good." He kissed her neck and smiled into her hair. "I love you."
"I love you too. Can you find the strainer please?"
"You were serious?"
"Yes, what did you think I was asking you to do?"
"I thought that was codeword for 'come make out with me while Dutin is watching the boob-tube."
She stirred the noodles. "Boob-tube?"
"I'm going to go get the strainer."
"How long until it's done?" he asked, returning with the strainer.
"A few minutes."
"Good." He pulled her to him and smiled, "Then there is time to make out."
"He is asleep finally." Rory sighed and flopped onto the couch next to Tristan. "Hey?"
"Can we have another one?"
"I don't see why not." He rested a hand on her knee.
"Do you think I'll be able to have another child? Because the doctor said we were lucky to even have Dustin." She looked into his eyes, searching. "We had four consecutive miscarriages Tris. I don't think I can do that again."
Tristan watched a tear fall onto her cheek. "Rory…." He wiped the tear away with his thumb. "I'm willing to try if you are. And no matter what happens I'll be around to help, we're in this together you know."
She rested her head on his shoulder. "I really want Dustin to have a sibling. I think he would love it."
"Me too." He kissed the top of her head. "I think we should try."
"I love you Tris."
"I love you too."
"I really hope we can."
"Sweetheart." He mover her hear back behind her ear
"I remember when we had just gotten married we had wanted three kids." She hiccupped, "I remember we were so excited when it turned out I was pregnant, the first time…and…." She was gushing tears now and Tristan could feel his own eyes burning.
All he could think to do was pull her into his lap and hold her until she had let it all out. She wrapped her arms around his neck and by the time she was done his shirt was soaked.
He wiped the tears from his own eyes and stood to carry his wife, whom he loved more than anything but his son, up to bed.
He tucked her in before locking himself in the bathroom. He turned on the faucet to cover up his own wracking sobs and sat down on the edge of the tub.
He could barley breath even though his chest was heaving in air. He shoved his hands in his hair desperately. Her pain was his to, and thinking back to that horrible time they'd had only made it harder to stop crying.
Finally he became calm enough to turn off the faucet and crawl into bed. His eyes were sore and scratchy, his nose stuffy.
He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close, he couldn't help but think to blame god for all this. Rory didn't deserve this kind of pain in her life.
A few hours later Rory woke him up. "I'm sorry…."
"Don't apologize." He opened his still sore eyes; he has gotten a headache from crying.
She silently traced a thumb over his bottom lip. "You cried after I fell asleep didn't you." It wasn't a question, she knew him well enough to notice.
She ran a hand through his hair. "I still think we should try." She whispered
"So do I." he gripped her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. "I'll love you no matter what."
A/N: Let me know what you think….and please don't kill me for this.
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