The tears started to fall as the horrific goodbyes were said. I tried to resist, being strong for my one and only child (so far), but I was loosing the fight. Turning my head slightly to the right, I glanced at Luke. The perfect guy for me, the Ying to my Yang, the Gwen to my Gavin, as Rory says. This, amazing, perfect man, here, for me. I didn't deserve him. He's too good for me. He was smiling, that big, happy smile that I loved. He wasn't going anywhere. Thank God.

Rory finished her goodbyes with Luke and turned to face me. "Mom," she started. "While I'm gone, no drunk parties, bikini waxes, tepees, or carnivals without me."

"Don't get caught by the cops. Got it." I smiled at her joke. Man, was I gonna miss her.

"I'm gonna miss you, Mom." She came in for a hug, and I squeezed her as hard as I could.

"Kid," I replied, "You have no idea." We let go, and I saw her quickly wipe her face. "Call, me everyday day. At least twice. One from a payphone by a bar."

"Lorelai," Luke began.

"I know, I know. Huh." An announcement came overhead saying last calls for the plane Rory was taking. "Well, hon, that's you. You might want to get a good seat."

"Oh, right. Bye!" She gave us both a quick hug, and was off to conquer the world, or come close.

"Are you okay?" Luke wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in for a hug.

"For now," I answered. "I just really need some coffee. And pie."

"After that 10 course meal you ate in the diner a couple hours ago, you're still hungry? You seize to amaze me, Lorelai Gilmore."

"Well, I tend to do that." We started heading towards the exited, his arm still wrapped around me. I was glad he'd offered to come. I knew I wouldn't be able to drive home.

Reaching the car, he opened the door for me, a true gentleman. I slid into the car, the leather seats holding my ground. He went around to the other side and got in, loudly shutting the car door. I winced at the sound, though it should have been expected.

"Can you make it back to the diner?" He asked me, and I could see the worry in his eyes.

"I think I can," I replied, no hint of confidence in my voice. We started off, and Luke put his hand over mine. I squeezed his hand, getting pain out while I could, without crying. I had to focus on something else. I turned my head and stared, once again, at one of the best things that ever happened to me. I smiled at the thought of him, in general, being there for me. Over the years, when we were together or not, he had always been there for Rory and me. I was glad to call him mine.

When we got back to the diner, I ran in ahead of Luke, desperate for my pie. He gave me his annoying glare and got my coffee. In three gulps, it disappeared. Luke gave me the look that said this stuff is gonna kill you and poured me more. Grabbing a plate from under the counter, he sliced me a giant piece of pie. I shined, knowing it was for me, and only me. He tossed a fork on the table and let me eat. Watching my every move, he never took his eyes of me.

"Luke," I started, not sure where I was going. "If you hadn't come to the airport… I don't know what would have happened." I gave a quick smile in his direction. "You have no idea how much easier it was. Thank you."

"All in a days work," He retorted. Grabbing my plate, he started talking again. "If there's anything else I can do…"

"Anything?" I cut him of so quick, a cheetah would be jealous.

He huffed. "Anything."

"Like a Godfather movie Marathon followed by Funny Girl and Annie?"

"Sure."

"And an after-movie-marathon treat?"

" That depends on the rest of the night."

I pouted at this, but being so advanced, it didn't really work on Luke that much anymore. He just smiled and disappeared into the kitchen. As I waited for his return, I thought about the rest of the week. The inn, some girl time with Sookie, and the worst for last, Friday Night Dinner with the parents. Facing the ideas from my mother about some random add-ons to the inn. It'll be like watching HGTV for a few hours.

However, I can survive. And at that, I reached over, grabbed a plate, and sliced myself another piece of pie.