O.k. So I'm gonna be frank here, I'm become slightly disillusioned with this story……… did I say slightly? I meant completely. I think that after this chapter is up I'm not writing anymore of this story. If anyone has any interest in taking it and finishing it, re writing it…. whatever, just let me know and I'll get back to you. Sorry to all those who wanted me to continue, but it appears I'm just not cut out for the whole happy, pregnant, fluffy sequel stuff, more along the lines of the darker more mythical aspects of the world. (If you've read my other stories then you'll understand what I'm talking about……… and no that wasn't self-publication……. Well…. Maybe a little shrugs)

Lo siento mis amigos pero adios. (I'm sorry my friends but goodbye)

Finn was not happy. I mean which sane guy would be happy with the sight before their very eyes? His wife, the mother of his child and soon to be born child, the love of his life and his best friend was currently sat snuggled up to the person known as the Greek Adonis in the society circle, though he liked to term him as that "arrogant bastard". Not only that, it was the same guy who, during his wedding, had claimed to be having an affair with Rory. Sure it had been made up to tease him and Logan had made the same claim, but he Knew that Logan's feelings for Rory were completely platonic, Tristan on the other hand had made it quite clear that he thought Rory was the perfect wife material for him, if you get my drift.

So seeing your wife in the arms of someone who loved her as more than a friend made Finn one unhappy bunny. (Or thumper as someone once said).

Shutting the door, he watched as both their heads swivelled round to meet his. Rory's instantly lighting up, as she moved from under Tristan's arm to kiss his cheek, Tristan giving his usual smirk as he saw the jealous glint in Finn's eyes. As Rory began making her way back to Tristan, Finn grabbed hold of her arm, spun her round to face him and planted a kiss on her that literally left her seeing stars. She placed her hand to her tingling lips as she gazed wide-eyed at an equally breathless Finn.

"Not that I'm complaining, 'coz that was an unbelievable kiss, not that your other kisses aren't good, but that one sure makes the top 20……10…… definitely top 5…… I mean it's right up there with the one you gave me when……… what was I saying again?"

Finn let out a small chuckle as his wife rambled before him, placing a kiss on her forehead he nodded to Tristan, unable to clear the smug smile from his lips as he poured them all a drink, apple juice for Rory though.

Finn handed out the drinks, aware that he was probably intruding on something, but not caring, there was no way he was going to leave his wife with the other man, no fucking way. He quickly drowned his drink, shuddering at the icy burn it provided at the back of his throat, ignoring Rory's worried look as he poured himself another one. This time he drunk it slowly, savouring its sweet yet bitter taste. He became lost in his thoughts, unaware of the soft murmuring going on between Rory and Tristan until the latter got up to leave, Finn only noticing his lack of presence when the door clicked shut.

Looking up quickly he came face to face with a concerned Rory, "So……… do you want to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to guess?"

Her tone was light, but he still caught the serious undertones to them. "Nothing's wrong love. Why don't you go relax and I'll order some take away. Gracie still staying at Lorelai's then?"

"Yes she is, no we're not having takeaway and yes I did notice your change of topic. Now tell me what's wrong. You come in looking happy, see Tristan and suddenly you're downing whiskey like it's water, not that that's any different from normal, but you didn't smile afterwards like you usually do. So I'll ask again, what's wrong?"

"So you did notice me when I came in then." Rory's head snapped up as she heard the sarcasm in his voice, her eyes met his, searching for any clue as to what was wrong.

"Of course I noticed you, I always notice you. Why would I not notice you? Did I not give you a kiss hello? Or was that just part of my imagination? You know how it is………you thought you've done one thing, turns out you've done another."

Finn wisely ignored the last of her sentences, deciding to deal solely with the first part, "Just thought you were too busy caught up in Tristan to notice anything else."

The look in her eyes changed from worried to hurt and disbelief to amusement. The first he understood, the second two instantly made him regret his words but the last totally had him stumped, especially when she burst out laughing.

"And what pray tell is so funny love?"

"Jesus Christ Finn, there are many things you can feel towards Tristan, but jealousy isn't one of them."

"Right so the looks that he keeps giving you every time you're both in the same room are just my imagination?"

"Haven't you ever noticed that he only "looks" at me when he's sure you're watching? I mean come on Finn, give the guy some credit, he only does it 'coz he knows how riled up and possessive you get. I mean the guy has a girlfriend for god sake."

"He does? How come I've never met her then?"

"Well you would have if you hadn't had to deal with that emergency at the office last week, Tristan was going to introduce her to everyone at dinner, but by the time you got back they'd already gone. So it's your own fault mister."

The sheepish look on Finn's face was enough for Rory to gather him into her arms and press a kiss on the top of his head. "Trust me there never was and never will be anything going on between me and Tristan." Finn let himself be held for a few minutes, but he was unable to keep quite for long.

"You know love I've got something else that wouldn't mind being kissed." Even though she couldn't see the look on his face, she could definitely hear the suggestive leer in his voice and felt herself flush, berating herself that despite being married to the guy for several years he could still make her blush.

"Perv." Finn chuckled at her muttering, confident in the knowledge that she was blushing above his head. Not saying anything in response he stood, pulling Rory to her feet and out of the room, his expression serious as he led her up towards their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.

Later on Finn padded out of the bathroom and proceeded to make his way back to his resting wife. He stood at the end of the bed, gazing upon the sight she made amongst the rumbled sheets, hair messed from his fingers, lips slightly swollen, body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, cheeks flushed, chest heaving as she regained her breath, belly slightly swollen. She seemed to have some sort of glow around her and not just one of someone who was deeply satisfied.

He could feel her gaze on him and realised she'd caught him staring at her. Rory gave him a gentle smile and patted the bed next to her, her smile widening when Finn slid in under the sheets next to her, his arms wrapping round her body while he scooted himself down so he could rest his head upon her slightly swollen belly, placing a kiss there before relaxing under the soothing feeling of her hands running through his hair.

"We're all going out to dinner tonight at 8:30. Tris says it's your last chance to meet Jade before they go on holiday."

"Holiday? Just how long have they been dating?" "About 4 months. He only told us recently 'coz he wasn't sure if the relationship was going to work."

"Do we have to go? Wouldn't you rather stay here with me……… naked in this bed?"

"As tempting as that sounds we have no food in the house and I for one am not cooking…… and neither are you, we don't need to spend money on our third kitchen just yet." Seeing him about to speak she quickly interrupted him again, "And no takeaways either, got to eat a little healthier for this little one."

"Fine, but you do realise that it's half six now don't you?" She didn't answer him but if the way she pushed him off her body and scrambled out of the bed was any indication then no, she didn't.

9:00 same night

"You're thirty minutes late."

"Yeah? Well when you see Rory you'll wonder why we weren't even

later."

"Where is the delightfully wonderful Mrs. Morgan?" Inquired Tristan.

"Bathroom. Said you'd best start ordering." "And what makes you think we haven't already?"

Finn scoffed at that. "And take the risk of having an unhappy Gilmore on your hands? A pregnant one at that? You maybe stupid my dear Colin, but no one, not even you, as much it pains me to say, is that stupid."

Before Colin could reiterate, Logan choked on his drink, his widened eyes focused on something behind Finn, never taking his eyes off the figure as he addressed him.

"Dear God Finn why the hell aren't you any later?"

"I've been asking myself that for the last thirty minutes mate and if I can't figure it out then I doubt you will either. The best I could come up with is that someone up there hates me."

"What the hell are you two yapping on about now?" All Logan did was nod his head in the direction of his gaze, effectively directing the rest of the table to look that way while simultaneously answering Paris' question.

All eyes round the table focused on Rory as she made her way to their table. Eyes popped out of heads, drinks went down the wrong way and more than one person forgot to breath for a few precious moments as they all watched Rory elegantly walk closer and closer, her hand resting on the swell of her stomach, seen clearly through the clinging material of her midnight blue dress.

The dress tied around her neck, leaving her arms bare and dipped low between her cleavage, revealing part of her pert and larger than normal breasts. The dress flowed to the floor in soft folds, accentuating her body. The blue of the dress darkened her blue eyes to an almost black that looked smouldering coming out of long, sooty lashes, black eyeliner and smoky eye shadow. Her face was blemish free, lips glistening a soft pink. Her coffee coloured hair was piled loose atop her head, some strands falling freely around her face. Overall she looked stunning and seemed to glow with the unmistakable glow of a pregnant woman who looked after herself.

Though, Rory was oblivious to all the looks she was getting as she made her way towards the table containing her friends. In fact, they all saw her bite her bottom lip, a clear sign she was nervous. This was further emphasised as she wrung her hands into the front of her dress and ducked her eyes while asking the table, "Why are you all staring at me? Have I done something wrong?……… O.M.G. I look fat don't I? I finally look like I feel, like a gigantic whale that shouldn't be allowed out into society."

By now Rory had lifted her head up to face her friends and they all caught a glimpse of the crystallised tears glistening along the bottom of her lashes. They all shared looks, not sure how to express what they knew they were all thinking: she looked absolutely amazing, like a goddess come down to grace mortal men with her presence. The fact that she was pregnant didn't little to ruin that fact either, if anything it made her appeal more potent because she represented was the ultimate woman, lover, friend wife, and mother of your child.

Of course Tristan knew just what to do and say: he rose from the table and dropped to one knee in front of Rory and asked, "Marry me?"

I figure this is a good as any a place to finish, leaving the next part up to my successor's imagination.

Laters,

Adeola.