Unconditional Presence

By: curlyk03

Rating: M. There is and will be sexual content.

I own nothing but the right to have an imagination.

Enjoy!

She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against his.

"He needs a name." Tristan whispered.

"How about Tristan Hercules Dugrey?" Rory teased.

"Oh shut up."

Six years later

"Caleb!" Rory shouted up the stairs.

"Yes mommy?" The newly turned six-year-old appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Come on down. It's almost time for your party." The boy made no attempt to move from his spot. "Come on." She tried to coax him.

"Can we do it tomorrow?" He asked meekly. Rory raised her eyebrow at him, confused.

"You've been talking about your birthday party for weeks now! It's The Simpsons themed and everything!" She couldn't help but groan internally at the fact that Caleb enjoyed watching The Simpsons almost as much as Tristan did. Rory was not happy when the young boy pleaded to have Homer plates and cups at his party.

"I know, but I don't want to celebrate my birthday anymore." Rory sighed and climbed the stairs. She sat down in front of him, pulling him close.

"Why not?"

"Birthdays are stupid."

"Hey, that's not a nice word. What's wrong with birthdays? You get presents and you can eat cake, and open pinata's!" Clearly this boy was not 100 percent Gilmore or he would have been outside and waiting for his party hours ago.

"I didn't get my birthday wish. It's been a whole three days and it hasn't come true yet."

"I'm sure the wish granter is on its way, honey." Rory tried to diffuse his sadness.

"No."

"What was your wish?"

"I can't tell you. It's okay, mommy. Maybe next year." He turned around and started walking back to his room.

"Cal—"

"What's wrong?" Rory turned and saw Tristan at the bottom of the stairs, holding Homer party hats.

"His wish didn't come true and so now he's convinced that birthdays are a waste of time."

"What did he wish for?"

"No idea."

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

"The fact that he's even thinking about not celebrating his birthday with cake and junk food is a pure horror to me. Thank god my mom isn't here."

Tristan laughed and climbed the stairs. "I'll be right back." He passed her and kissed her head.

He entered his son's room and found the small boy curled up on his bed holding his security stuffed animal. "Ease up on Dougie, huh? I think you're strangling him." He kneeled next to the bed.

"Dougie isn't real daddy." Caleb gave him a pointed look.

"Your mommy told me you weren't feeling like having a party."

"I get another one next year. We can do it then."

Tristan sighed. "What wish didn't come true?"

"I can't tell you or it will never come true."

"Maybe I can put in a special request with the wish granter. You know, we used to be pretty good friends."

"I wished I would get a little brother or sister." He blurted out. Tristan's eyes widened.

"That's a big wish." Tristan breathed.

"I know, but I'll give all of my presents to charity and I don't need presents next year and I'll read more at bed time and—"

"You really are a freaky combination of your mother and me." Tristan sighed. "I'll tell you what, let's go to your party and afterwards we'll go to the wish granter and talk about your wish, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Pinky swear." He hooked his much larger finger around the boys. Tristan helped Caleb stand up as the doorbell rang.

"That's probably a friend, you wanna answer the door?"

Caleb nodded excitedly and ran downstairs almost tripping on Rory. "Woah." She quickly brought her hand to her heart.

"His wish was for a little brother or sister." He watched as Rory's face paled.

"That's a coincidence." She said quietly. "What did you tell him?"

"We'd talk to the wish granter about it. Also known as you."

"I'm not sure now is the time to talk about this, Tristan."

He nodded, agreeing. "I don't think so, either. I'm just telling you what he told me."

"Well, let's go. We can talk about this tonight." He nodded and kissed her quickly.

"Come along, wife." He grinned at her cheekily and watched as she rolled her eyes at him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up and out to the yard where everything was set up.

A few hours later

"He has too many friends." Tristan groaned as he sat next to Rory on the couch. He rubbed his sore neck. Cleaning up after 20 six-year-olds was no easy feat. Rory smiled sympathetically and rubbed his head.

"They did make a mess." She agreed.

"Speaking of which, why did you get to dictate while I cleaned, hmm? The only thing you did was clean up wrapping paper."

Rory grinned. "I'm tired."

"Me too! Shall I refresh your memory?" He didn't wait for a response. "I woke up at 7 this morning to set up everything while you slept till 9. And while you went to sleep at 10pm last night and slept blissfully, I was up until 1am because someone had to be on the phone with the electric company. Psh, tired." He shook his head.

"Where's Caleb?"

"In the gameroom, playing a new video game."

"Did you really clean up everything?" Rory asked, quietly.

"Yes." She smiled softly and scooted closer to him.

"Thank you."

"Baby, you know I don't actually mind." He turned to face her.

She nodded. "But still. Playboy extraordinaire being domesticated."

"Really? What happens within the walls of our bedroom isn't what I would call 'tame'. And if I remember correctly, you're quite partial to that." He leaned his head towards her as he stopped speaking. Her cheeks heated up quickly.

"Always finding a sexual innuendo." She rolled her eyes. He grinned and cocked his head. "You would think after being together for 6 ½ years and being married for 3 of those, that I would've gotten used to it by now."

"Do I get a kiss for being so clever?"

"No, but I'll give you a cleaver to shut you up." She beamed.

"Damn, the last time you were this snarky with me was when you were pregnant." He scoffed and turned away. He quickly turned his head back to look at her when he felt her become slightly rigid at his statement. "You're pregnant?" He searched her face.

"6 weeks." Rory said shrugging although she couldn't keep the smile from appearing on her face.

He looked at her in awe. "Wow." He pulled her closer to him and kissed her gently, wrapping and arm around her waist. "When did you find out?"

"Right after Caleb's yearly exam." He gave her a confused look.

"I was late for my period and had been feeling a little queasy so after his appointment, I went next door to my doctor and got a test done."

He looked her over and kissed her, prodding her lips apart with his eager tongue. She whimpered into his mouth and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

"God I love you."

"You don't love me?" She asked wide-eyed.

"What? No, I just said—"

"You said that you love God."

He rolled his eyes. "I can already tell this pregnancy is having the same affect on your personality as it did the last time." She giggled and kissed him softly.

"I love you too." She whispered against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull herself closer to him.

He breathed her in and rested one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head, anchoring her mouth to his as he continued his thorough assault of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his growing erection push against her center.

She rocked her hips against his and let out a loud breath as he squeezed her butt in his hand. She moved her hand to his jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. "Lift up." She said going to her knees. He pulled his jeans down so they were resting on his lower thighs. She moved back down on top of him, savoring the feeling of him through the thin material of her panties and shorts. Running her tongue against his, she uncovered his penis from his boxers through the hole and ghosted her hands along him a few times. He bucked into her hand and kissed her hard.

He moved his hand from her butt and pushed her shorts and panties aside, rubbing his thumb against her slick skin. "Mm so wet." He muttered as she gasped into his mouth when he pinched her clit. He removed his hand from her and removed her hand from her tantalizing strokes.

Keeping her shorts and underwear pushed aside, he gripped her hip with the other hand and pulled her onto him. She slammed down on him from the force of his grip and cried out in pleasure as their skin slapped together. She shakily kept her lips on his as she lifted up and collided against him again. Her head fell to rest on his shoulder as she held onto his shoulders for leverage.

She turned her head and kissed his neck, trying to quiet her moans against his skin. He felt her dig her teeth into his neck as she tried to quiet herself when he used his hands to spread her butt cheeks. As she came down on him he lifted up, meeting her halfway and causing them both to grunt as their sexes rubbed and clutched each other tightly.

He lightly hit her butt as she continued to move up and down on him clinging to him tighter as she approached her orgasm. "Come on baby, that's it." He managed to get out as his own string wound impossibly tighter. She let out short gasps on each thrust as they become more spastic and uncontrolled.

He reached down and rubbed her trying to keep in time with his thrusts. He felt her hands clench his shirt and move her head around before she cried out his name, her walls spasming and cajoling his own release. After a few more thrusts he grunted and brought her closer to him as her spasms prolonged his own release.

She breathed heavily, her hands hurting from gripping his shirt so hard. "Are you okay?" He whispered. She nodded but made no attempts to move. She slowly unclenched her hands and sat up to face him.

"We probably should have waited until Caleb was asleep." Rory said, smiling sheepishly.

"Mm, no it's okay. We can do it again when he's asleep. And then I can show you how I should have done this." He said gesturing between the two of them. She smiled and kissed him, moving his sweaty hair from his forehead. She lifted up and moved her shorts back into place as Tristan did the same with his own clothes.

"I'll hold you to that."

He leaned forward and caught her lips against hers, kissing her slowly. "So that's what you meant when you said it was a coincidence that Caleb wished for a sibling." Rory nodded, smiling. "Should we tell him now?"

"No, stay here. I like just being with you like this." She murmured. He rested his head on top of hers and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling him up against him.

"We get to name this one Athena, right?" Tristan asked, hopefully. Rory let out an audible groan in remembrance of a conversation that she hadn't thought about in over 6 years.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Ha, baby, when you're in my position dealing with a pregnant you, then you'll know what impossible means."

"Hey, I'm not that bad!"

"Let's just say, that the first thing you wanted to do when you were stressing about who got you pregnant was to sleep with me. Imagine if a) the baby wasn't mine, b) it didn't trigger any memories, or c) the relationship didn't work between us."

"Then why did you sleep with me?" A look of hurt crossed her face.

"You were the one I always wanted and you gave me the perfect opportunity."

"So you didn't actually want to have sex with me. You just would have proved yourself in your mind?" She gave him a disgruntled look.

"What? No, Rory, of course I wanted to! But if one of those three things I said before happened, I would never have lived that down from you."

"So I'm a pain in the ass?" Anger clouded her face. He sighed, realizing he was just digging himself deeper.

Caleb ran into the room. "Mommy, can we—"

"Not now, Caleb. Go back and play your game." Rory said shortly, not even bothering to look at her son.

"Rory!" Tristan warned. "Caleb, could you give your mommy and me a few minutes?"

"Sorry, daddy." Caleb frowned and walked away slowly.

"He did nothing wrong, Rory. Don't take your anger out on him." Tristan said sternly. A feeling of guilt drenched itself over Rory. Her face fell.

"I can't believe I just blew off my own kid." Rory whispered. He sighed and shifted closer to her.

"He'll forgive you, okay?" She didn't answer him. "What's got you wound so tight?"

"I don't know, I'm not even angry anymore. Hormones I guess." She frowned and stared at her hands.

He sensed that if he didn't intervene now, the tears would come. "Rory, it's fine. He knows you didn't mean it, okay? You're a wonderful mother. If you weren't, he wouldn't always come to you first." He saw that his words worked when she lifted her head and her cheeks were dry.

"He loves you too."

"I know, it's fine that he comes to you first. Probably even a smart idea. You think things through more." She sighed.

"Caleb!" Rory called. Within seconds they heard socks pattering against the floor.

"I'm sorry, mommy. I didn't mean to upset you." Rory opened her arms for a hug. Caleb literally jumped at the opportunity launched himself into her arms.

"You didn't. I didn't mean to snap at you. Now, what did you want to ask me?"

"Can we get Indian food for dinner?" Rory glanced at Tristan. He shrugged.

"Yes, sweetie." The boy's eyes lit up.

"Thank you!" Tristan raised his eyebrows.

"You're very excited, more so than normal."

"Well, the wish I told you about…I decided that if I couldn't get that, I would wish for it on my next birthday and on shooting stars. And for this birthday, I would be okay with Indian food." Tristan's face broke out into a smile.

"Come here, bud." The boy diligently walked to the couch.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I told mommy about your wish and—"

"No! Now it will never, ever come true. Thanks a lot." Caleb mumbled and started to walk away.

"Mommy has a surprise for you." Tristan sang. The boy turned around, hopes still sunken.

"I don't need any surprises."

Rory looked at Tristan and rubbed his cheek. "Caleb, your daddy didn't mean any harm by telling me. In fact, it's a good thing he did. You wanna know why?"

"Why?" Although his tone of voice was anything but curious.

"Because I got a message this morning from a very special someone saying that they were a little behind in granting wishes, but yours would be here in about…8 months."

"8 months?! That'll take forever!"

"I think you missed the exciting part, Caleb." Tristan said smiling. He beckoned the small boy with his finger. Caleb stopped right in front of them. "Remember how your friend Sam got a little brother a few weeks ago?" Caleb nodded. "Remember how his mommy had a big belly that grew and when the baby was here, she went back to normal?" Caleb nodded again. "That's going to happen to your mommy."

"I don't want you to change." Caleb said sadly.

Rory smiled. "It'll only be for a little while, okay? We have to make sure the baby gets healthy and strong before it can be delivered."

"Where does it come from?"

"Well the baby gets into my stomach as a little seed, and then it grows until it's ready to be shown the world."

"Can we get more baby seeds?"

"Yea, can we?" Tristan grinned, and fueled his son's curiosity. Rory glared at Tristan.

"Your father would know better than I would." Rory smirked back at him. He furrowed his eyebrows in defeat.

"Daddy?"

"Umm…yes, we can. But we have to wait for this baby to come first!" He stuttered. Were woman programmed to be able to diffuse this situation? He sure thought so.

"Can we make it come faster?"

"Not if you want a healthy baby brother or sister."

"Okay!" Caleb's mood seemed to perk up drastically once he actually thought about it.

"Getting excited?" Rory asked, laughing. The boy nodded furiously. "Good, me too." She said and ruffled his hair, but looked at Tristan while she spoke. He mouthed 'I love you' and smiled at her. She smiled back and mouthed a kiss.

"You guys wanna get dinner now?" Tristan asked.

"Yes, please!" Caleb chirped.

"Okay, let's go!" Tristan started to get up.

"Where are we going?"

Rory smiled. "You said you wanted Indian, right?" Caleb nodded. "Well, that's where we're going."

"You mean I get both of my wishes?!" Caleb's eyes went wide with excitement.

"I think we can allow you two wishes this birthday. Afterall, six is a pretty big age!" Tristan explained.

Caleb couldn't keep the grin off of his face. "Wow. Let's go, let's go, let's go!" He cheered and ran to get his coat and shoes.

Rory turned to Tristan. "Thank you." She smiled and kissed him.

"For what?"

"Everything." She said simply. He laughed and nodded.

"Well I do try and give you everything." She smiled and clasped his hand in hers. They waited for Caleb and then left to grant the little boy's first wish.

A few hours later

The house was quiet. Rory made her way upstairs and shut the door behind her after she entered the master bedroom. She saw Tristan lying on the bed in just a pair of basketball shorts, reading.

"Caleb's asleep." She murmured softly. He smiled and nodded, shutting his book. "He's very impressed that you were able to convince the wish granter to grant his wish so quickly." He smiled and watched as she slowly started to peel off her clothing. When she was in just her bra and underwear, she felt him come up behind her and wrap his warm arms around her torso. He moved the strap off of her shoulder and placed gentle kisses from her neck to the start of her arm.

"Just as beautiful as you were when I first met you." He hummed. She let out a sigh of contentment as she leaned back against his soft but firm torso, holding his hands against her stomach.

"Dance with me?" She asked, turning in his arms.

"There's no music." He smiled down at her. She leaned to the side and grabbed the stereo controller. Soft tunes reverberated around the room.

"You were saying?" She teased. He moved his hands so one was resting on her hip and the other was on the small of her back as she placed her hands on his upper chest. They slowly started to rock back and forth, getting lost in the piano melodies and soothing lyrics.

They remained in silence for many minutes. She kissed his bare chest before looking back up at him. "You're happy, right?" Tristan asked softly.

"Oh my god, yes. Why would you ask such a question? Do you think I'm not happy?"

"No, I do. I just wanted to make sure, because I am so unbelievably happy. Whenever I think about you I get happy. I just wanted to make sure you felt the same."

"I do." He sighed and kissed her gently. She moved her arms up higher and pulled his neck down to deepen the kiss. She felt his hand run up her spine before pinching her bra clasp. The tension in the band slacked and he continued moving his hand up and down her spine.

She let out a small noise as she felt his hands come down to cup her butt. She went onto her tip toes as he hoisted her up onto his waist. He moved backwards and slowly brought them both down to the soft bed. His hips settled against her and she whimpered as his erection pressed into her through their clothing. He grinned into her mouth and rocked himself against her a few times.

"Tristan." She breathed and opened her legs. He pulled his lower body up, keeping his lips on hers and started pulling her panties down. She kicked them off and he returned, massaging her thighs. She brought her legs up and pushed his shorts down with her feet. He laughed into her mouth and kissed her quickly before moving away from her.

She stuck her bottom lip out and watched as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing. She scooted farther up the bed and smiled shyly as he crawled towards her, as if staking out his prey. "My beautiful baby momma." He whispered and pressed his lips against her breast. He kissed and sucked gently on both of her nipples as his hand ran down her increasingly moist core.

She moaned and shut her eyes, mentally begging him to put his fingers into her. He slowly kissed his way up to her ear. "Relax, baby." She bit her lip as he rolled her clit in between his fingers. "Just think about you and me." He slid two fingers into her. "I'm right here, baby." He moved his thumb against her clit as his fingers pumped and wiggled inside of her. She let out a cry of pleasure and turned her head. "That's it, can you feel that?" He kissed her right below the ear, letting a breath out.

"Please." She squirmed as her hand joined Tristan's.

He moved her hand away gently. "Be patient, baby. It'll come, let it come." She moved her hips against his hand, but it did little. "I'm right here, right here." He added a third finger and bit her neck. She let out a small shriek as his hand pushed against her roughly and sent her over. She shuddered against him as he continued to move his fingers and kiss her neck.

"Mmm." Rory sighed and turned her head back to Tristan. He smiled widely at her and kissed her deeply, removing his fingers from her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands laced themselves into his hair, pushing her tongue against his.

He moved his weight to his knees and moved his hard penis to her center. He sucked on her tongue as he pushed himself into her. He groaned as her heat enveloped him. She dug her heels into his butt pulling him closer to her. He rocked back and forth into her, hitting his pubic bone against her clit on each stroke.

"So amazing." He pushed out as he rolled his hips. She let her head fall back, moaning as he entered her again and again.

"Please, Tristan." She whimpered, as her already sensitized parts reacted to the stimulation quickly. He brought his arm to her thigh and pulled against her, burying himself deeper into her. She cried out, as he felt her walls beginning to react. "More." She bucked against him. He sped up himself, trying to get her off first. He moved his head to her neck, biting it, trying to push her first.

She moved her hips up and felt the coil break. She moaned loudly as she felt liquid dripping from her. She let out short cries as he continued to push into her, finally able to release himself. He grunted and felt his own liquid mix with hers. He stilled on top of her, kissing her deeply.

"Mm, so sexy." He whispered, and pulled out. She smiled and pulled back the covers for him. Once he was in a comfortable position, he opened his arms for Rory.

"Love you." Rory whispered.

"Mm, love you too, baby." They were silent for a while, just basking in the aftermath. "How about Lorelai Athena?" Tristan asked softly. He felt her laugh.

"It's a little soon to be thinking about names. Especially when we don't know if it's a girl or not." He shrugged. "But for the record, I love it." She turned in his arms.

"Yea?" He smiled brightly at her. She nodded enthusiastically.

"It's perfect."

"Just like you." He said sweetly. She snorted softly.

"Suck up." He grinned and nodded, kissing her again.

A/N: THE END! So it's not the most creative ending, but whatever. :) It's fluffy, and that's what this story was about! Anyway, thanks for you all sticking with it! Although it did only take me about a month to finish posting this story. Hope you all enjoyed the fluffy-smutty goodness. Did you notice I even put TWO sex scenes in this chapter? I'm so awesome. Hehe. Till next time, my lovies.

Please review and thank you!! Kiki.