Author's note: I do not own Gilmore Girls. If I did, the seventh season would have had major changes. This is how I imagined the story to end. Also, I haven't really seen many fan fics about both Rory and Lorelai, so that's kinda why I'm writing this. Please review! I'm new to the world of fan fiction, so I really need reviews. Hope you guys like it!
Where You Lead
Lorelai looked at the clock. Rory was late. She sat fidgeting at their favorite table in their favorite breakfast place. How could she be late? This was Rory. At last Rory walked in, the chime chiming as she entered.
"Hey mom, sorry I'm late," Rory said.
"But you're never late. Need I remind you of that time made me take you to kindergarten at six in the morning and the school wasn't even open?" Lorelai replied.
"No, you needn't remind me. I mean, would it kill you to not bring up that story every occasional time I'm late?" Rory rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I think it would," Lorelai said gravely.
"So, what's the important news?" Rory asked, changing the subject.
"Luke?" Lorelai called. He came out from the kitchen.
"What?" he asked gruffly.
"Come here! I want to tell her together," Lorelai said. He walked over.
"Oh daughter of mine, Luke and I are getting married," Lorelai said, anticipating Rory's reaction.
"That's amazing!" Rory jumped up to hug her mother.
"I've got things to flip and fry," Luke muttered.
"It's good to know that some things never change," Rory mused. Suddenly, Lorelai started choking.
"Mom, are you okay?" Rory asked.
"I told you not telling that story would kill me," Lorelai replied with a smile.
Rory sighed. Her mother, the three year old.