Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. If I did, it would've had a few more seasons. Or a fantastic movie.
"She's gone. She's gone, Luke. For God knows how long. I don't know what to do. My baby is gone. I don't know when I will see her again. It could be a month, it could be a year. I don't know. My baby. She's gone, Luke." The freak out got worse and worse with every passing second. I knew I had to do something to calm her down. She had just got done dropping Rory off at the airport for her first real job—following Obama on the campaign trail for an online magazine.
"Lorelai, come on, let's get you upstairs." I grabbed her hand and began to pull her up the stairs. "César, you're in charge!"
Opening the door to my apartment, I pulled her inside and guided her to the table in the center of the room. After she sat down I knelt in front of her.
"What's wrong, Lorelai? Tell me what happened. You were fine this morning. Fill me in."
"I dropped her off at the airport. I waved at the security gate; she waved back before she turned the corner. I thought I was fine. She said she'd call as soon as she lands. I get in my car and start to drive back here. Halfway here I just started freaking out. I don't know what came over me. I just…I don't know when I will see her again. Now I'm all alone. Rory's gone. We're…I don't know what we are. But we aren't what we used to be."
"No, we aren't. We're better than we used to be. No more secret kids. No more jealousy about Christopher. No more compartmentalizing our life. We are together, completely. You are not alone, Lorelai. You and me, this is it. We are it. Are you in?"
She looked into my eyes and smiled—I love that smile. "I'm all in."
I nodded once. "Good."