I freeze in mid-stride as I hear the wedding march float up out of my bag. I'll kill her. I told her not to call. I don't care if she's getting married this weekend. Pulling it out, I flip it open. "I do not have time for this Mom." I clip darkly.

"Rory?" Luke's voice asks carefully.

"Is everything okay?" Why is Luke calling me? What happened?

"Everything is fine. Your mom asked me to call and make sure you picked up the baskets."

I grit my teeth. "She asked me that two hours ago." I clip. "I told her, very clearly, that yes, I picked up the baskets. Yes, I'm bringing them tonight. Once you've told her that, tell her that I'm blocking all the numbers from Stars Hollow for the rest of the day. I have a midterm, make her call Finn."

After a pause, he speaks. "Are you okay Ror?"

"Your fiancé is making me buggy. If she doesn't stop calling me at all hours, I'm going to crack."

"You know you're talking about your mom, right?"

I close my eyes. "Make her stop calling me Luke. I don't want to know how you do it, but I swear that if I get any more calls about the wedding, I'll clear my schedule with my professors and have Finn take me out of the country until Friday afternoon."

There's another short pause. "Is she really that bad?"

"Luke, it's nine am. This is the sixth call today, the third about the baskets." I pause, looking around and spotting a coffee cart. "I'm going to hang up now and buy a cup of coffee. If I get a single call from her before I get there tonight, I'm gone. Finn will send an assistant to help."

"I'll talk to her."

"Thanks Luke."

"By."

"Yeah." I end the call, and drop the phone into my bag. When I glance up, Finn is standing in front of me.

"Hello love." He whispers, pulling me into his arms and dropping a kiss on the top of my head.

I feel a small smile work it's way onto my face. "Hey." I whisper back, leaning into his chest and inhaling his comforting scent. "What are you doing up? I thought you were avoiding the evil sun today."

"I was, but I got a call from a petite Asian a few minutes ago."

"Why would Lane call you at nine am?"

"Something about Lorelai making Luke call you about the wedding again?"

I sigh, and nod. "She's panicking. There are only five days left until the wedding, and she wants everything to be perfect."

He turns slightly, and begins leading me towards the coffee cart. "You told her you had midterms this week as soon as they picked the date." He points out.

"My mom has never really been super good about understanding the fact that I'm not all knowing, and that I actually have to study to get the grades I do." I sigh. "I guess I just hoped she'd tone it down. Call in the morning and see me when I stopped by at night. She's called six times this morning if you count when Luke called." When he hands me a cup of coffee, I realize we've left the cart. I shake my head softly. "Hey, where are we going?" I ask, glancing around a bit.

"Your ethics midterm is in what, forty-five minutes?"

I glance at my watch. "Forty-eight." He nods, and we begin walking more quickly even as I try to take a sip of the coffee. A few minutes later, we stop in front of my classroom. "What are we doing here this early?"

He tilts my chin up, and meets my eyes. "Calming you down." He whispers, fusing his lips to mine softly.

Oh. I feel myself melt into him slowly as his hands come to rest on my waist. When we break apart briefly, I smile. "That's an excellent plan." I whisper softly. "An excellent plan indeed."