Finding Rory

Chapter 39: Wonderful News

Tristan walked into his kitchen Saturday morning to see his gorgeous girlfriend standing there cooking breakfast. How he'd gotten this lucky, he would never understand. He smiled and walked over to kiss her.

"Morning, Mare," he whispered as he wrapped her arms around from behind her and laid his head on her shoulder. "Thank you for making breakfast."

Rory turned around for a moment and kissed him. "Well, it's the least I can do after all the work you did around the pool house yesterday. I can't believe how much you got done."

Tristan walked across the kitchen to the coffee maker and poured two mugs full of the fragrant brew. He handed one to Rory and then sat down at the island.

"So you're going to the gym with the girls today while I golf with my dad?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's the plan. You'll be home sometime this afternoon, right?" she asked as she slid their eggs and bacon onto plates and set the plates down.

"Yeah, I'm guessing I'll be home sometime around three o'clock. We're going to have lunch after we finish playing."

"That works. The girls and I are going to go out to lunch, and maybe do a little shopping, too. I may pick up a few things to supplement my work wardrobe since I'm going to be in an office full time now. Nothing fits quite like it used to since I've been working out, so I figure it's time to invest in some new clothes."

"I think that's a great idea, Mare."

Rory took her last bite of her breakfast and loaded her plate in the dishwasher. "Alright, I'd better run or I'll be late. The puppies have been out to go to the bathroom, but it wouldn't hurt to let them out one more time before you leave. I love you," Rory said. She stopped as she walked by Tristan and kissed him, taking a moment to breathe in his unique scent that made her weak in the knees.

"I love you, too, babe," Tristan replied softly.

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"So, son, tell me what's new with you now that we're not paying attention to our golf game," Chandler, Tristan's dad, said as they waited for their food at the club. They'd played eighteen holes, but neither were fond of deep discussion while they played.

Tristan smiled and took a drink of his water, wondering where to begin.

"Work is good. We're getting closer to coming to an agreement for a merger with that firm I've been telling you about. If we can get that deal done, we'll be the largest, most prominent firm on the east coast," Tristan explained.

"Excellent. I have no doubt that you can pull it off," Chandler replied proudly. Tristan's relationship with his dad was vastly different than it had been growing up.

"I'm also seeing someone."

Chandler looked up at Tristan, his face showing the surprise that he felt.

"Well, your mother will no doubt be thrilled. She's been worried about you working too much and not having anyone in your life. Do we know her?" asked Chandler.

"You've met her, a long time ago. Do you remember me talking about Mary?" Chandler nodded his head. "It's her, actually. We ran into each other in May at the Chilton reunion, and now we're together."

"Congratulations, son. Is it serious?" He knew that his son hadn't dated a woman seriously since Sarah.

Tristan thought for a moment and smiled.

"It is serious. She's actually making a lot of changes in her life right now, but yeah. She's in journalism, and she's starting a new job at Yale writing for their medical college - internal communications. She just moved to Hartford. We usually stay together at either her place or mine. She's staying in the Gilmores' pool house for now; she may find an apartment in New Haven for a few months," Tristan told his father.