I own neither Gilmore Girls nor Mamma Mia. I am merely a devoted fan.
"Oh my God!" Rory screamed and ran out the front door of the inn. Paris and Lane were getting out of their car, and turned to see their best friend flying at them like a bullet.
"Rory!" They shrieked in unison and Lane rushed forward to catch her. The two girls wrapped their arms around each other, and let go to allow Paris to join in.
"I missed you so much!" Rory exclaimed. "It's been so long!"
"Cut the romantics and let's see the ring!" Paris demanded, and Rory brandished her hand.
"It's beautiful!" Lane squealed.
"I want one." Paris sighed.
"Alright guys, come inside. I have so much to tell you! I've got a secret!" Rory ushered them inside, as Paris and Lane gave each other a look.
"Really? And what might that be?" Lane asked, putting a hand on her friend's stomach.
"Not that, sheesh!" Rory rolled her eyes. "I've invited my Dad to my wedding…"
"You're Dad?" Paris questioned. "What the hell? Where did you find him? How did you find him?" Rory glanced around the lobby to make sure that her Mom wasn't around, and grabbed them each by the hand, dragging them up to their room. When they got there, she let them in, and sat them on a bed.
"Ok. So you remember the story right? My Mom got pregnant when she was 16, and by the time she found out, my father was long gone."
"Yeah?" Lane said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well…" Rory said, grabbing something of one of the bedside tables. "I found my Mom's diary from the year she got pregnant with me. And I have three potential fathers."
"Three?" Paris questioned. "I guess your Mom wasn't shy." Lane hit her arm.
"Read it to us." They urged. Rory broke out into a grin, and opened the book.
"January 24. What a week!"
"We all know where this is going." Paris broke in.
"Shh!" Lane nudged her.
"I met a guy named Luke, he's the son of Mia's best friend. He's really grouchy and sarcastic and he pretends like he doesn't like me, but he does. So last night, it was the first snow, and Luke took me out to show me the town. We danced in the snow, and we kissed in the snow, and…"
"What does that mean?" Lane asked.
"Dot dot dot, that's what they used to write." Rory explained with a grin. Paris and Lane crowded around her with a laugh. " "Judging by my life, where nothing good lasts, this probably won't either. But I can't help but feel like Luke is the one!" She flipped through the book.
"January 30. They next time I attempt to get into any relationship, please refer to my last statement. Luke is engaged, big surprise. He told me so, and left for Boston this morning. I'm probably never going to see him again."
"Poor Lorelai." Lane sighed. Rory continued.
"February 1. What a night! I went home after Luke left, thinking maybe things would be different. They weren't of course. Mom had a giant coming home party for me, and the only bright spot in it was Chris. I know, I know that he's bad news, but I had too much to drink and I couldn't help myself."
"February 3. I met Max at the train station, and he followed me back to Stars Hollow. Lying together in the shed, all I can think about is Luke, and all the nights we spent here. But Max is so sweet and such a nice guy! I know he has to go back to New York, but somehow I keep hoping that something will happen to make him stay." The girls were interrupted by a knocking, and Lorelai stuck her head in the room.
"Do I hear joy and merriment without my presence? I'm crushed!"
"Lorelai!" Lane and Paris got up to hug her.
"You girls are getting so grown up!" Lorelai shook her head, then rolled her eyes. "Ugh. I sound like my Mom. Anyway, I've got official inn business to do. I'll leave you girls to it, just had to say hi. See you later sweets." She left, and the two girls turned to Rory.
"So which one is your Dad?" Paris asked. "Luke, Chris, or Max?"
"I don't know!" Rory cried.
"Which one did you invite?" Lane crossed her arms. Rory gave a sheepish smile.
"Holy shit!" They both shouted.
"This is such a bad idea!" Paris snipped. "How are you supposed to know which one he is?"
"I'll know him when I see him." Rory shot back. "He's my Dad, I'll figure it out." The door opened again, and Jess walked in.
"Jess!" Lane rushed over to hug him, while Paris just smiled at him. "Get over here!" He hugged Lane, and pulled Paris in too. He picked them up and dropped them on a bed.
"Be careful!" Rory giggled at the spectacle. "What are you even doing here? We're very busy!"
"I'm sure." Jess replied dryly. "I'm just grabbing a book I left." He said, snatching it from a chair and giving his fiancée a saucy look.
"Save it for the honeymoon." Paris complained as he left. She turned to Rory. "Why haven't you told him?"
"Because he's going to tell me to tell my Mom."
"Lorelai is going to kill you when she finds out." Lane pointed out.
"It'll be too late by then." Rory replied simply. At their looks, she sighed. "I've never really wanted my Dad. It's always been Mom and I, and that's been great. But I'm getting married now, and I'd at least like him to be there."
"Alright." She smiled, trying to ease the tension. Let's try on the bridesmaid's dresses!"
Lorelai came into the kitchen to see Sookie and Michel talking.
"What happened and how much is it going to cost?" She asked, walking over to them.
"Oh, we we're just talking about Rory." Sookie said, drying her eyes on a dish cloth. "And how proud we are."
"How proud she is." Michel cut in. "I have no opinion on the matter."
"She's growing up to be just like you!" Sookie ran right over him.
"If she were more like me, she wouldn't be getting married at 21."
"Or married at all." Michel tossed over his shoulder as he went back to his desk.
Chris Hayden got out of the train station and made a mad dash for the bus stop to Stars Hollow.
"Wait!" He cried as the bus took off and didn't stop. He ran to the pole to take a look at the bus schedule. 3 hours until the bus came again. "Shit!" He cursed.
"Exactly." Came a voice from behind him. He turned to see a man with longish black hair and a tweed suit jacket.
"You guys trying to get to Stars Hollow?" Someone asked. The two men turned to see a guy in a backwards baseball cap sitting in a truck.