Hello Mr. President

Epilogue

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Special Note:

For Eli,

A special little guy,

Fire is cool,

Gummy worms rock,

And

There's no reason not to get your pants dirty.

I'll miss you and all our hugs.

Don't forget that

Seven ate nine

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"Hey Ror." Lorelai walked up to her daughter, who was looking out the window, smiling. Lorelai chuckled, seeing what Rory was looking it, "Seems like yesterday that was me and you, kiddo."

"That was yesterday, Mom." Rory said, looking at her wryly, "And I don't think that looking for the dog counts as playing in the yard."

"I was talking about when you were in that ballerina phase of yours and I couldn't get you out of the backyard." Lorelai told her, walking over to the sink to set the plates, "Remember those happy times?"

Rory chuckled, "I remember Dean. He asked me out on a date on our swing back then." She smiled softly, not looking away from the window where her children were playing, "Dean's really cleaned up, Mom."

"I know." Lorelai said, looking at her, "Do you still think it's the right thing? Letting him be the primary parent for Riley?"

Rory sighed, "Riley had soccer and his friends. He hated Washington D.C. and his new school. Little guy was so unhappy and I was so happy with Jamey and everyone else. You have no idea how much he begged me to live with Dean and Stella. So one day, I give him the airplane tickets and tell him to come home to Mama when he's ready. Hasn't come home yet, but he's happy and in college and..." Rory looked at her mother, "That's all any mom wants, right?"

Lorelai nodded, "Yeah. We missed him. We miss all of you."

Rory laughed, "Oh Mom. Tristin's day in office is nearly over after eight years. We've already bought the house across the street. The only problem is Jamey."

"Jamey?" Lorelai asked

Rory nodded, "She has a life in Washington, just like Riley had his life here. She's going to be a sophomore and she's already asking me if there's any way we could just postpone the move."

"Jamey's so classy now, it's hard to believe it's the same girl." Lorelai admitted

"Not really. When we were in New York, Jamey wanted to have tea parties at the Plaza and go shopping down Fifth. She was always that girly girl."

"Just like my Rory." Lorelai teased and Rory rolled her eyes.

"Funny. Anyway, Tristin has a soft spot for our girl and he's thinking that we should just live in DC for another three years until Jamey's in college."

"Well, there's still Lottie and Little." Lorelai pointed out, "These girls might be in the same place as Jamey in three years.

Rory chuckled. Charlotte Lola DuGrey and Lisbet Cheyenne DuGrey were twin girls currently two years old and would be five at the proposed moving back. They had been affectionally nicknamed Lottie and Little by Tristin and it had caught on with the press. Rory adored her baby girls, and so did Tristin.

They were identical girls, but Rory often tried to put them in different outfits to tell them apart easier, though she'd never admit that to any of her 'any mother knows her child' crazy friends. They had blond tufted hair like Daddy's and big blue eyes like Mommy's. More then that, they crawled everywhere and often made their parents coo and say things in a high pitched voice with lots and wots of rhyming.

"I think the twins will be fine." Rory said, looking at Tristin with their girls. He was on the ground with Lottie crawling all over him in her pink dress and Little was pulling on his hair, giggling like a madman. Jesse was sitting on Tristin's stomach, content to just stay there, squeezing his grandaddy's hands.

"How do you think the newlyweds are doing with Jesse?" Rory asked, looking at John and Dannie, who were taking picture after picture of Tristin with the three kids.

"I think there's going to be quite a lot of diapers in the coming years." Lorelai said, "Dannie seems to be adjusting after the pregnancy. It was hard for me to realize that I couldn't eat everything and use my fetus as an excuse."

"I'll assume you're talking about my half brother because I refuse to think of myself as a fetus." Rory said, "Speaking of. How is Tucker? He seems like he's in love with that girl he brought home."

"I think Tucker is more in love with the girl Riley brought." Lorelai said dryly, "And I was hoping Tuck wouldn't end up a playboy like Logan." She chuckled.

"Really?" Rory asked, "That's a shame. I thought that Jasmine was a nice girl. Of course, with the way Riley was looking at Jade next to Dean, I know who he's ending up with."

"Hey, I settled down eventually." Logan said walking in with the dishes, "Remember me getting married to Amy a few years ago? Maybe Amy giving birth to a son?"

"Of course I remember." Lorelai said, "I was just talking about you in college, that's all. I remember your wedding. Fabulous champagne. And I remember the boy. What's his name again?"

Rory laughed and Lorelai chuckled, "Shoot. I have to find Luke and have him fix this." She pointed unspecifically at the sink and left without explaining the situation. Rory rolled her eyes.

"Hey, what school does Grover go to, again? I have to find a good preschool for the twins."

"Montessouri something, something." Logan shrugged, "I just play with the boy. Amy does everything else."

"Dang straight." Amy walked in, holding their little boy.

Logan's eyes lit up, seeing his son and his wife. His and Amy's courtship had been a surprising one. One day, he was asking her to change the black toner cartridges in the printer, the next day he was making out with her on the couch, the third day, he was proposing.

Okay, it didn't really happen like that. But Logan sometimes reckoned that it might as well have. It was really a series of late nights at the office, putting together articles. He would stare at Amy's ginger hair, wondering if it was real (it wasn't, but Logan didn't care) and try to look down her shirts. Then Amy had started bringing along food to their late nights.

Then they had started going out for food, just the two of them. It was at greasy burger joints and the other sorts of restaurants Logan wouldn't have been caught dead bringing a date to. Then he had proposed out of the blue, thinking that he'd rather like to be around her every day and smell her coconut ginger hair. There was no greater smell in the world. Amy had said no, but Logan persisted and found himself married to her, three years later. He was the happiest he had ever been.

Amy was a good sport. She was happy with a diamond or a clay necklace made by little Grover. Grover, oh Grover, was Logan's pride and joy. Grover Nicholas Huntzberger had been born on a late April day when it was raining cats and dogs, so to speak. Amy had given birth in record time, according to the doctors and Logan held his brown haired little boy, entranced by Grover's blue eyes.

They were brown now, and three year old Grover loved Tonka trucks and airplane rides with Daddy. Logan loved to hang out with Finn, who had a son close in age to Grover and just drink coffee while watching their boys run around and joke about how they'd be best friends, just like he and Finn had been. Colin had wanted another son too, but Stephanie put her foot down after Callum had been born, so Colin was forced to be content with Cy, Cillian, and Callum.

But that didn't matter much anymore. Colin still came along and drank his coffee too, reminiscing with Logan and Finn about old times. The young father had three sons and Colin was proud of them. Cy was now a professional soccer player for New York and Colin tried not to miss a single game as his son became a nationally known enigma.

Cillian was at his second year of Yale. He had fallen in love with a pretty girl that had blond hair and above average lady parts, just like his father. They were going to marry in the spring and Stephanie often cried when she thought about Cillian getting all grown up. Colin just hoped that they'd have a child soon, so he and Logan's second kid could be best buddies, just like he and Logan had been.

As for Cal, Callum was in high school that we all know as Chilton. He was the popular boy that every girl wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be. Callum got good grades, thanks to his daddy's genes, and good looks, thanks to Mommy's genes. There wasn't anything wrong with their youngest son, except of course, his smart assed comments and his serial dating. Colin sometimes wished Callum was kinder towards the opposite sex, but he was just fourteen. It was hopefully, just a phase.

Logan was Callum's godfather and Logan sometimes spoiled the boy, but Callum was irresistible, just like Grover.

"Now make yourself useful, daddy, and change our boy's diaper." Amy said, breaking Logan out of his thoughts. She handed brown haired Grover over to him, kissing Logan on the cheek. Logan laughed and disappeared, Grover under his arms, squealing. Amy shook her head, looking after both of them. She looked at Rory and sighed,

"Oh, happy Thanksgiving, Ror. I can't wait til the next one when Grover will be potty-trained and hopefully Logan as well."

Rory laughed and hugged Amy, who had become a good friend to her since she and Logan had started dating. Amy was the only one who kept a cool head in times of crisis and Rory knew always to go to Amy with her problems. Not that Lane or her mother were bad, but no one made a happy ending like Amy did.

No wonder she was the girl destined to be Logan's other half. Rory wondered why she had been destined to be Tristin's. They had fit together so perfectly after that first date that everything else was falling into place.

"What's up, Ror?" Amy asked, a hand over her widening girth, "My baby girl's kicking so much and Logan has me on bed rest. I'm desperate to solve a problem or two."

"No, no." Rory said, "No problems. Just thanksgiving with you and all my beloved family and friends." She sighed, "I'm just worried about Jamey. She wants to stay in DC until she graduates and goes to Georgetown. I wanna move back here and settle down with Tristin and our girls."

"Well, why doesn't she stay with Finn and Bright?" Amy asked, "I mean, I know that the pair are always everywhere and anywhere, but surely they can commit to DC for a while."

"They do live in DC most of the time." Rory admitted, "But Finn has gotten so used to living a life where Jamey isn't such a focal part of it. It was hard for them at first, but I think it might be harder now, to separate her from me. Not to mention they've got Lark now, so..."

"You did that with Riley." Amy asked, confused, "And Dean had custody of Stella at the same time."

Rory nodded, "I did, yeah, but that was different. Riley was so unhappy and I don't think Jamey's going to be unhappy here. I'm planning to send her to Chilton and she'll make lots of friends, like she always does."

"Did you like Chilton?" Amy asked

"Well, no." Rory admitted, "I mean, educationally speaking, I was happy for the advantages it provided, but most of my life was outside of the school and I really only went there because it was going to take me places."

"Redding can take Jamey to these same places." Amy pointed out, "Rory, she'll come home at the same times Riley and the other boys do. And you've still got Lot 'n Lit in the house. Besides, it might be good for Finn to-"

"Hey, Lor told me there was problem with something?" Finn asked, walking in, "Someone say my name?"

"Just the devil speaking." Amy said, "I'm going to find Logan and make sure he diapered Grove up correctly." She walked away, protective hand still on her tummy.

Finn smiled and looked at her, "So, what's wrong with the sink?"

Rory looked at it blankly, and then back at him, "Forget about that. How would you feel about having Jamey around?"

"Fine." Finn said, confused, "You know Bright and I love her. And Larky too."

Rory nodded, "Well, this is more of a long term thing. Sort of like the one I worked out with Dean when we moved to DC and Riley wanted to move back."

"Oh." Finn said

"We're moving back to Stars Hollow. Tristin and I." Rory smiled, "I want to take Jamey too, of course, but she's-Washington DC is such a big part of her life. She grew up there mostly and all her friends are there and her school. Jamey only has three more years left before Georgetown and she doesn't want to move when she's in the final stretch."

Finn nodded, "I can take her. I'll take her for a day or a year, I don't care." He smiled, "She's my girl, Ror. Always was, always will be."

Rory nodded, "Thank you. And, I want you to tell her. Tomorrow though. Because I need to tell Tris."

"Yeah." Finn sighed, "I'm going to talk to Bright. Uh-" He glanced at the sink, "I don't know much about sinks...so, yeah. I'm going."

Rory chuckled, "I'm getting one last piece of pie." She walked over to the kitchen table to cut another slice of pumpkin pie. Finn nodded and walked outside, his five year old son ambushing himself into Finn's arms.

"Oh Lark!" Rory heard Finn say far off, pretending to be an airplane. Rory chuckled and turned back to the table, a plate of pie in her hands and Tristin leaning against the doorframe. He didn't spike his hair anymore, preferring to just let it fall where it may. Rory loved to brush her hand through it with her fingers.

Tristin's blue eyes looked into hers, "I heard what you said." He said softly

Rory nodded, "Riley was so sad, Tris."

Tristin nodded, "Jamey's a part of our family, Ror. Just like all the other kids." Tristin sighed, "At least do a trial thing. Have Jamey try out Chilton. I mean-" Tristin laughed, "It was hard enough for me when I had to say good bye to our boys. First Riley going back home after just a year. Then John left for Stanford that same year with Dannie. Josh went to West Point, and now, he's becoming one of the Coast Guard boys. And Joe, Joe's being a big shot at Columbia..."

Rory chuckled, "Oh, Tristin. No matter where our children are," Rory walked over to him, "Whether it's Alaska or our backyard, I'm here." Rory walked over and hugged him, "I'm always here and you don't have to worry about me going anywhere."

Tristin smiled and hugged her tightly, "Please, Ror. Just have Jamey try out Chilton. Just for a while."

Rory sighed, "Fine. Fine. Five months, okay?" Rory rubbed Tristin back, "You do know that John and Dannie are here in Stars Hollow with Jesse too?"

Tristin nodded, pushing back a strand of her hair, "Yes, and I'm very happy about that. I'll be happier when Josh comes home." Tristin sighed, "I just wish we knew how he was, you know?" Tristin sighed, running one of his hands through his hair, "Maybe I shouldn't have sent him to military school."

"Tristin, Josh was getting out of control, just like you." Rory said gently, "You needed to take care of him like your dad took care of you. Military school taught you how to be a better man and it taught Josh how to be a better man."

"Yeah." Tristin sighed, "I just wish he hadn't loved it so much. Though I do understand."

"You do?" Rory asked

Tristin nodded, "Military school gives you a sense of love, you know? A love for your country, for your family, and for yourself,"

"That sounds nice." Rory said softly

"It's the best feeling in the world." Tristin said, "I'd probably be where Josh is now, if I didn't want to be President for a while and use my charisma to better benefit my country."

"And you did a lovely job." Rory told him, rubbing his back, "You have an amazing country flourishing because of you. You have an amazing family flourishing because of you. You have an amazing everything that flourishes because of you, Mr. Tristin."

Tristin smiled, "Guess I'm not Mr. President anymore, huh?"

"Oh, to me, you'll always be Mr. President." Rory said softly, looking up at him, smiling, "I love you, Tristin DuGrey. I love you and everything you bring to the table."

Tristin smiled as well, "I love you too, Rory DuGrey. I love you and your cute little smile and those big blue eyes of yours."

"Hmm." Rory giggled and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. Not now and not ever.

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Years would pass them by. Their children would start families from John and Dannie's brood of three. Jesse Josef, who was thirteen months old that Thanksgiving, was the first grandbaby and seventeen would follow him. Rory loved each and every one of them, and Tristin even more so. Tristin was the ideal grandfather any child wanted, with unlimited stories and candy in his pockets.

Jesse would have two little sisters, Janie and Jocelyn. They were all about two years apart and got along as well as most siblings do, having fights aplenty and the cutest baths together, photographed for the whole world to see. Dannie loved her children, but worried too much and often went to Rory and her mother for advice on how to care for them. The kids would grow up, graduate, and be shining stars.

John, learning from his own childhood, was the most protective father the world had ever seen. His little girls didn't date until they were sixteen years old and Jesse always had him on the sidelines of every Little League game, rain or shine. What John really valued was that Grandpa Tristin was right next to him, cheering on Jesse.

Sure, Tristin and John didn't have the best relationship when John was growing up, but Tristin worked hard to change that after his stint as President. John was grateful now, for his father, and often regretted how his childhood had been. At least Jesse's was different. The girls had ballet and play recitals aplenty. Janie loved to play basketball and no matter what was going on, John always made sure he was there to cheer them on. Granted, the teenage years were hard, but John made it past and his kids still adored him.

Josh had his kids late in life. He had come back from the Coast Guard, a battered man. Quite literally, Josh had an infarction and his left leg had been amputated. He walked with a prosthetic, but preferred his wife and nurse, Cathy, to walk around with him. They had the hardest time conceiving a child, but finally got lucky with in vitro fertilization. Of course, as a result, they had triplets. Julia Violet, Jordanna Rose, and Joella Lily. The girls were honey-pie identical triplets and Josh adored them. Secretly, he was relieved that they weren't boys.

Tristin loved the triplets. They were everywhere and anywhere. Lottie and Little, who had been eight when they had been born, had loved to carry them and brag about their nieces who were also identical.

Josh loved his girls and Cathy. He took them to church every Sunday, something no one else in his family did. God was important to Josh and Cathy as well. They instilled that faith in their girls and Tristin understood better then anyone else, why this was important to Josh. So once every month, Tristin would come along in his best suit and sit besides his son, talking to him like a father does to his boy.

Tristin talked about what a bad father he had been. About Nina and Ben. About his insecurities. About how much he loved his children and his life. Josh would talk too. Josh would talk about the Coast Guard. Of the rescues he had made and those he had left to die. Of his girls and how much he loved playing daddy. Of how scared he was that he'd screw up. Though it often went unsaid, Josh would sit next to his father proudly and in the silence, it was a declaration of how much they loved the other, even after all the years of fighting and frustrations they had.

Josh wasn't an uncommon guest at Tristin's table with his family. He did live next door to his father and his kids would be everywhere, from their room to Rory's kitchen helping her put icing on cupcakes Store bought. All the years hadn't changed Rory's skill in the kitchen, something that wasn't inherited.

Jamey was a big shot cook now. She owned her own restaurant with Callum. Callum was the moneyman and Jamey just loved to cook. She had discovered it while helping out with Sookie at the inn. Callum had discovered that there was no love like the love you can have with a good friend you've known since diapers. God knows everyone was pleased when the wedding announcement came out. Steph had been saying that they'd be married to each other since the day Callum had been born, a week after Jamey.

Rory cried on that day like no other. She and Lorelai saw Jamey go down the aisle, both of them knowing that at least one Gilmore Girl had made the right choice in a man the first time. Luke stood next to Lorelai, his hand over hers, Lorelai's rock, even after all these years had passed. Rory would often looked at Tristin and be thankful that he was her rock too, never to change. Stephanie couldn't stop crying and neither could anyone else.

They had said their I do's and set up home in New York, where Jamey had started her life. The young lovers loved New York like no other, and passed that love down to their kids, Freddie David McCrea and Lorelai Alexis McCrea. Little Lorelai had somehow been nicknamed 'Butterfly' and it stuck, even as she grew up with her big brother.

Butterfly was the fifth Lorelai in the family. Rory counted Riley, because his real name was Loren and it technically counted. Butterfly was stubborn like the original Lorelai, creative like the second one, ingenious like the third, and so adorably loveable, like the fourth. She, out of all the grandchildren was perfect for the honor of being Lorelai. Sure, Gilmore wasn't in there anymore, but Rory figured that as long as Lorelai, or even Loren, was there, all the Lorelais would live on, whether it was Trixie, Lorelai, Rory, or Riley.

Jamey tried to channel her patient mother as she dealt with her children. Callum often stared in marvel at his wife's unending patience and how she took care of their kids. Sure, he loved Stephanie and Colin, but his parents could have never dealt with a little girl like Butterfly as well as Jamey and he had done. Callum was proud, beyond proud, of the life he and his wife had created.

Big brother Riley lived in Stars Hollow. He loved Stars Hollow and couldn't imagine being happier in any other place in the world. Most nights, he and Jade would rock on the porch, watching Kyle, Charlie, Will, and Mason fool around on the front lawn, trying to catch fireflies. Jade would often ask out loud how they had gotten so lucky and Riley didn't know.

The custody arrangement had revealed that Jade wasn't Dean's biological daughter. She had been only eight years old when taken away from Dean. Thankfully, her dad had gotten primary custody of Stella and Riley came along to him about a year later. Without Lindsay around, Riley and Stella became better friends, even confiding into each other from time to time.

Dean, Riley, and Stella, became a family, so to speak. Still though, Stella missed Jade and often worried about her, just as Riley missed Jamey and worried about his little sister in the White House. However, the difference was that Jamey had a loving mother, while Jade's mother was debatable.

When Jade was about ten or so, she had run away from home. Dean had been forced to return her, but Child Services got involved and after two months of battling, Lindsay was put away for child abuse and negligence. To this very day, she was still in jail (for other charges which occurred while behind bars). Jade had been broken and Stella tried her best to help her with her life, as did Riley and Dean.

Jade stopped calling Dean 'Daddy', even after she had married Riley. It was just one barrier she couldn't cross, not even with the births of her sons. How she and Riley had ended up together was a long and twisted story that takes quite some time to tell. However the bottom line was that they were in love and they weren't letting anyone stop them from having their happy ending.

Kyle was the oldest in their brood and actually the third oldest grandson. He would become quite a legend, everyone knew. Kyle was destined for great things. Charlie, his little brother, adored Kyle. For Kyle did everything first and wasn't afraid of anything. The two boys often hung together in the same social groups and were proud to be brothers.

Will adored his older brothers and terrorized everyone. Will, especially, had a penchant for fire and Tristin would often help Will light fireworks, whether it was the Fourth of July or the fourth of December. In Will's opinion, fire was good. He was the cheeky one who had a bunch of friends by his side and no shortage of ideas. Especially ideas with fire. Jade was just happy she had a fire extinguisher and Rory relieved that Taylor wasn't around to call Will a little delinquent. Rory would smile every time she saw Will, thinking of Jess, Tristin, Logan, and all the other bad boys she had chased after. For, like them, Will had a sweet side to him that just took some time to see.

Mason just tagged along with everyone else. Being only five years old, it wasn't quite evident what sort of person Mason would be. One day, Jade was sure her Mason was going to end up in jail. The next day, she thought that he'd be President of the United States. Mason was unpredictable, and the young boy rather liked that status.

With their boys, they had quite the happy ending, both of them knew. Riley loved these nights with Jade on his shoulder, watching his sons pal around with their cousins and other children. Across from their home, Rory would be looking at him, her head on Tristin's shoulder. Riley had never accepted Tristin as his father, but he knew that Tristin made his mother happy in ways that Dean couldn't and Riley accepted that.

Rory loved these nights too. The kids would be playing around and she was next to Tristin watching them by the porch lights and mosquito-killing candlelights. Tristin often joked that they should just go on TV as the second Brady Bunch. God knows that there were plenty of children around. Josh was next to them, Riley across, John next to Riley's place, and Joe was on the other side of his parents. There was an empty house down the block, but Jamey wasn't taking it. She wanted to be in New York, where it was merely an hour's drive to Star's Hollow and Rory grudgingly accepted that.

She looked over to where Joe's vacant house stood now. Joe was in the White House now, following his daddy's footsteps. He looked just like Tristin had, with the same charming smile and the same big dreams. Joe had Michelle DuGrey by his side, both of them meeting again late in life after being high school sweethearts. They got married after six months and had a son, J. Benjamin Jack DuGrey. Everyone called him Benji, and Joe loved him and Michelle and his life.

Tristin was proud of Joe too, and often called Michelle to make sure Joe wasn't being too distant. He had made that mistake and he wasn't letting Joe make that mistake either. Joe wasn't, as he came home to his wife every day and played a round of catch with his son from time to time. Tristin was bursting with pride for Joe. Everyone took pictures of charming six year old Benji with his golden hair and apple cheeks with bright blue eyes, just like Daddy's. Reporters often joked that J. Benjamin Jack would be the next DuGrey President. But Benji wanted to be a cowboy.

And Tristin didn't care one iota. His father, he knew, would be proud at how his son had turned out, but Tristin didn't care. His boys could be cowboys and Tristin would still love them all the same.

As for their two youngest girls, Tristin and Rory had fretted over them the most. Lottie and Little had been the most constant presence by their side, making their parents crack up, wearing silly outfits, and making the most out of a smile. Even now, when they were all grown up, they were still Lottie and Little to the family. Everyone else called them Charlotte and Lisbet, but they were always Lot 'n Little, even when they hit their forties. Even when their kids graduated. Even when they became Grandma Lottie and Little.

Of course, they rebelled against each other and their names, wanting to be as different as possible. Charlotte went to Yale and Lisbet went to Harvard, both of them bitter enemies at the Yale-Harvard games, but loving sisters any other time of the day. They had often switched identities and Tristin was the only one who could tell if they did. He prided himself on that ability.

Rory was just happy that they were the only twins in the family. Lottie had two boys, Derek and Daniel. She lived in upstate New York, in Ithaca, and often drove down with her family to see Rory and Tristin around Thanksgiving or whatever. Little, by contrast, had Max and Kathryn, living two blocks away from her mother. Max and Kat weren't strangers to the night as they often found themselves playing on the street with their friends and relatives, and then going to Gramma's place to sleep before Mommy came in the morning.

That was their family and Rory knew it was only going to get bigger and fill with more and more love. She was so happy with the way her life had turned out, even though some bumps left a bigger bruise then others. Still though, one constant would never change and that was her Tristin.

Rory looked at Tristin next to her, watching the kids play. Tristin had a little smile on his face and his blue eyes would only get bluer and bluer.

"Charlie finally got that skateboarding trick done right." Tristin said, looking at her, "It's not going to stop Jordy from showing off, though." He observed, "At least Julia and Jo aren't on those skateboards too." He looked at Rory, who was staring at him, "What, I've got something on my face?"

"No," Rory chuckled, still looking at him, "You're so-" She broke off and took his hand, holding it in hers, "My heart still hammers whenever I look at you. Just like it did that day I met you in high school."

Tristin smiled warmly and took her hand, putting it in his, "If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a single thing. Because if I did, then I might not be here, holding your hand and wondering why I was so lucky to be chosen by you for a husband, a father, a grandfather, and all other titles."

Rory smiled, "I chose you because no one annoys me like you. No one makes my heart go fast and slow at the same time. No one has eyes as blue as yours. No one could make me love them as much as I love you."

Naturally, after such declaration of love like these, they kissed. And naturally their grandchildren yelled out their disgust at such an act. Tristin and Rory ignored them, just laughing, content in their knowledge that no matter what came next, they had each other.

fin

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This is for real, truly, and honestly. If you want someone to thank, direct all attention to a reviewer named Nicole. She showed me the error of my ways with something quite poignant about how I had made my own story into a car wreck just as I had tried to do to a character. So I suppose the lesson learned is that you should always, always, always follow through and never do any car accidents unless absolutely necessary.

Now, I will repeat my last sentiments, though the same goes for PDLD, Lit, and Rogan.

LONG LIVE TRORY!