"So what do you think kid?" Lorelai asked anxiously, Rory hadn't said a word since they had arrived at the house.

"Are you sure we can afford it?" Rory asked slowly, peering at her mum with big, worried blue eyes.

"Well I really hope so because I've already bought it!" Lorelai replied proudly.

"You've bought it?" Rory said quickly, her worried expression turning to one of shock. "How can we afford it?"

"I told you kid, I'm the manager of the Inn now! That comes with a big pay increase. Besides, if we run out I'll just sell you into slavery, you can make big bucks in the child slavery trade now." Lorelai grinned.

"You would miss me too much." Rory replied quickly, giggling.

"This is true, who else would watch movies and eat junk with me?"

Rory just laughed as she took in the house again. It was beautiful. It was a simple two storey, white house with a large front porch. It even had a lawn with its own mailbox. "So we really own it now?"

"I signed the papers last month and we get to move in today," Lorelai said happily. She finally felt like she had made it, she was carving out the life she had always wanted for herself and Rory, and she had done it on her own, without any help from her parents.

"We are moving in today?" Rory said excitedly.

"Consider it an early birthday present. I'll even give you your own room." Lorelai said, slinging an arm around Rory's small shoulders.

"My birthday present?" Rory replied indignantly.

"Yeah, do you know how much a house costs kid? I had to choose between this or ever getting you a birthday present ever again. The house won." Lorelai grinned.

"Do I still have to get you presents for your birthday?"

"Well, yeah, of course! I gave you life, the least you can do is get me presents." Lorelai said in a horrified tone.

Rory shook her head in exasperation, "That was nearly 13 years ago now, how long are you going to hold it over me?"

"Forever, that's my right as a mother. It's one of the better perks of the job. That and having someone who has to tell me that I look nice in whatever outfit I choose." Lorelai laughed.

Rory opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by the arrival of a large van.

"Shoot, they're early! I wanted to give you the tour of the place before the beds arrived." Lorelai said while heading towards the van.

"The beds?" Rory asked in confusion.

"I didn't think you would want to sleep on the floor."

"But what about the beds that we had?"

"They weren't really beds Rory. I thought we should have new beds for our first night in a new house. I haven't bought anything else though so we will need to go shopping for everything else."

A young, gangly man with brown hair was clambering out of the van. "Lorelai Gilmore?" he asked, peering at Lorelai.

"Yep, that's me." she answered.

"You ordered two beds, one double and one single?" he questioned.

Lorelai nodded in confirmation.

"Great, I need you to sign here please," he said handing over a clipboard before heading to the back of the van. "I'll just put them here shall I?"

"What? Here as in outside here?" Lorelai asked in confusion.

"Where else would I put them?" the brown haired man replied, opening the doors of the van.

"Well, funny thing about beds is that you sleep in them, you know, inside the actual house."

The man was now attempting to shift a large box out of the van, "I'm not authorised to take them inside, I just deliver the bed to the property."

"You're not authorised?" Lorelai replied, confused. "You're seriously just going to leave them on the lawn?"

The man made no answer as he strained with the box.

"What's in the box?" Rory asked suddenly.

"A bed," the man replied, out of breath. He had finally managed to get it out of the van and he plonked it on the ground at Lorelai's feet.

"A bed?" Lorelai asked, her confusion growing with every second.

"Well, it's the wood to make the bed technically," the man replied as he eyed the second box with trepidation.

"To make a bed? Oh no, I don't make things. Well, I can make clothes, but not wooden things or edible things, or anything really. Don't beds come pre-made?" Loreali asked aghast.

"Not the ones you ordered," the man replied as he tugged on the next box.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Lorelai asked.

"Kirk," the man replied, finally managing to deposit the second box on the ground and starting to tug at a mattress.

"Listen Kirk, I really need these beds in my house. I can't get them in by myself and I really can't make them on my own. Do you reckon you could help me?" Lorelai pleaded, opening her blue eyes wide and trying to look as pathetic as she could.

"But the rules say..." he began.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't. Please?" she begged shamelessly.

"I guess I could help put them inside. But I can't help make them, I have other deliveries to make." Kirk said importantly, puffing out his chest.

"Thank you! That will be a huge help, I'll just go open the door. I'll be back in a second," she said, gripping Rory's hand and marching towards the house.

"That man was strange," Rory whispered, looking back at Kirk who was still fruitlessly pulling at one of the mattresses in the back of the van.

Lorelai giggled at her daughter, "Very strange. Reckon we have enough time for a tour?"

"I don't think he is going anywhere soon," Rory said in a low voice.

"Ok, here goes," Lorelai said, putting her key in the door.

It swung open slowly, revealing a dusty hallway. Lorelai grinned down at Rory, and holding hands they walked into their new life.