Well, here we go again. Season 3 is a doozy, 88000 odd words before final edit. Yes, this part has gone through the final edit. And yes, I will be starting season 4 soon after I am done with the final edit. :)

Lorelai sighed a little in her sleep as she rolled over, the late summer sun just beginning to peak through the curtains on her bedroom window. She jumped awake when an alarm to her left started to go off. She rolled on to her side and blindly began to smack the Hello Kitty alarm clock, finally succeeding in turning off the buzz. With a quiet groan, she allowed herself to collapse back into the soft pillows and blankets. Just as she felt her self starting to drift off again, another alarm began to buzz. And then another, and another. Flopping onto her back and slowly raising herself up on her elbows as the last of the alarms that littered the room started to buzz, she took a quick look around.

"You are hilarious!" she yelled, loud enough to be heard down stairs. Lorelai sat in bed for a moment longer before finally getting up and silencing the alarm clocks. Satisfied that none of them would ever wake her again, she quickly made her way downstairs. "Okay, see, last night, when I said to you Tomorrow, no matter what, make sure I get up at seven, what I actually meant was Tomorrow, no matter what, make sure I have the OPTION of getting up at seven in case when seven comes around, I actually want to get up," she said as she rounded the corner and made her way into the kitchen. "Which, as it happened, I didn't. Therefore, you are currently responsible for the great alarm clock slaughter of 2002," she finished, brushing past Luke who was cooking at the stove and diving into the refrigerator to pull out the coffee grounds she kept in there.

"No survivors?" he asked casually, peaking over his shoulder at her before he returned to playing with the bacon he was frying.

"The one shaped like a bunny escaped with a mild decapitation," she told him as she opened the container that held the coffee grounds and stuck her nose in for that first heavenly scent. "This is decaf," she announced a few seconds later as she turned to look at Luke.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, turning slightly to look at her.

"You switched my coffee again," she accused him as she quickly put the container on the counter beside the stove, pinched off a bite of bacon and began to search the kitchen, flinging drawers and cupboard doors open as she searched for her real coffee.

"I'm a busy man," Luke said, finally tearing himself away from the stove and trailing behind her. "I don't have time to sneak around switching your coffee. I have a diner to run, I have shipments to order, I have thing to flip and fry. Will you stop that?" he asked as she began to look under the sink.

"HA! Ha ha, ha ha ha!" She said as she yanked a coffee ground filled bag out from under the sink and Luke rested his hands on his cap as he sighed. "Under the sink, very clever, but not clever enough bucko!" she told him with a smile as she opened the bag and stuck her nose in for a smell.

"Okay, fine, you know what? I give up," he said, throwing his hands in the air before returning to the stove to fill a plate.

"Woo hoo!" she agreed as she headed to the coffee maker.

"Go one day without coffee."

"That's not giving up."

"I'll put a toy in your cereal," Luke said dryly as he continued to heap eggs and bacon onto a plate.

"Dirty!" Lorelai exclaimed, sounding slightly amused.

"Fine, here, you win," he said as he handed her the plate heaped with food.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of all the food. She forgot about the coffee for the time being.

"You're welcome," he said as he brushed past her. "Now you're up, you're fed, I'm leaving."

"Oh, hey, we need q-tips," she said, still standing by the table, holding her plate.

"I'll alert the media," he replied sarcastically as he put on his watch.

"See, that's better with the accent," she complained, putting her plate on the counter.

"The reference is enough, you'll learn that one day. I'll be home early, anything besides the q-tips?" he asked as he came to stand in front of her.

"Um . . . Cotton balls, world peace, Connie Chung's original face back," she rattled off as he pulled her close and kissed her.

"Good bye Crazy Lady," he muttered, kissing her once more before he bent down. "Good bye Sid and Nancy," he muttered to her stomach.

"Leopold and Loeb," Lorelai said quickly.

"What?" he asked, hand still resting on her stomach.

"I changed my mind, don't tell Rory and Charlie."

"Decaf," he pleaded, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Never."

"They'll both have two heads," he complained.

"Ah, more to love!" she said with a smile. He frowned slightly and kissed her once more before he left the house. She turned to watch him go, waiving slightly before holding her hands over her stomach and smiling.

Lorelai woke with a start, kicking off half of her covers in the process. She looked around the darkened bedroom, trying to orientate herself as she got her breathing under control. She let her eyes fall on Charlie's crib and listen to the gentle breathing of her baby before she quickly flopped back against her pillow. She lay there for a minute, gathering herself before she leaned over and reached for the phone, falling out of bed with a thud in the process.

"Whoa! Ugh," she said, landing hard on the ground. She rolled to her side as she continued to dial while kicking herself free from the covers that had tangled themselves around her feet and legs. Only when she heard the phone start ringing did she glance over to make sure Charlie was still asleep before she tossed her covers back on the bed.

"Hello," came a sleepy voice on the other end of the phone.

"You have to come home," Lorelai blurted out to Rory.

"Mom?" Rory asked, still trying to figure out what exactly was going on. She eventually sat up in her bed as she listened as her mother began to rant about the house being too quiet and Bill Maher's show being cancelled. "You had another dream," she finally figured out. This was not the first time Lorelai had called while she was in Washington to have a dream analysed.

"Yes," she said quietly.

"The doctor is in," Rory said as she sat up and threw her covers off. Lorelai quickly began to spill out her dream about cooking Luke to Rory. "Was he naked?" she asked immediately, eyes going wide.

"No! He was making breakfast!"

"Naked?" Rory asked again.

"Okay, you've been in Washington way to long," Lorelai said. Rory hadn't been one to fixate on nakedness until she got to Washington. Rory apologised quickly and told her mother to keep going so Lorelai launched into what he had made and how he had hid the coffee.

"Hi, the nose," Rory threw in.

"Exactly. So, eventually I find the real stuff under the sink. He hands me my breakfast, and then . . ." Lorelai paused for dramatic effect.

"What?" Rory asked, eager to hear the kicker to this story.

"He kissed me and talked to my stomach!" she finished dramatically.

"Why would he do that?" Rory asked, her brow furrowing as she tried to figure this out.

"Because, apparently I'm pregnant!"

"Again?"

"With twins!" she exclaimed, ignoring the 'again' comment. "Say something," she said after a long pause.

"You are going to be soooooooo fat," Rory said, remembering her pregnancy with Charlie.

"Just analyze my dream, please," Lorelai huffed as she crossed her legs, slightly insulted by Rory's fat comment.

"Okay," Rory said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, your dream was telling you that you are secretly in love with Luke and that you wanna marry him and have his twins."

"Uh, no, try again," Lorelai said with a short snort of laughter. After hearing nothing from Rory for so long about her 'thing' for Luke, she was more than a little disappointed to hear her mention it again. The pair argued about reanalyzing the dream, threats were made and finally, with a sigh, Rory said that it may have to do with the fact that Sherry is having Christopher's baby and she's jealous.

"Mom?" she asked after a pause.

"I miss you," was all she said, sounding slightly tearful.

"I miss you too. And Charlie."

"She misses you too. She keeps looking for you in your room and gets very frustrated when I won't help her find you." Rory smiled when she heard this. She missed the baby's antics. They both paused in their conversation when Paris started to randomly blurt out names in her sleep. "See you Friday, doc," Lorelai said, finally signing off.

"See you Friday," Rory returned as they both hung up.

Lorelai returned the phone to the bed side table before she pulled herself up off the floor and wandered over to check on Charlie before heading back to bed for a few more hours while Rory sat in bed for a few more moments before sliding out of bed and heading over to the desk that was hers. She flipped on the light and sighed as she sat down to stare at a piece of paper she had started a letter on. She took the cap off of her pen and sighed as she stared at what she had written.

Dear Jess, was as far as she had gotten.

"I did not have sexual relations with that woman," Paris suddenly blurted out. Rory whipped her head around to stare at her for a moment before she turned back to her almost blank piece of paper, cradling her chin in a hand as she rested her elbow on the desk.

The next morning, Lorelai pulled herself out of bed, still feeling exhausted after the interruption last night. Charlie, on the other hand, was up and ready to go.

"Momma!" she called from the crib as she stood against the side rail.

"Give mommy a minute," she called as she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. The dream she had last night was still flittering around her head and battling for space with the things Rory had said. As she lost herself in her own personal analysis of the dream, Charlie became impatient again and started to rattle the railing she was holding on to. "Ok, ok," she said as she finally heaved herself up from the bed and padded over to the crib.

"Go," she said as soon as she was in Lorelai's arms. "Go," she said again, pointing towards the door.

"Oh hold your horses," she said as she quickly changed the baby before bringing her down stairs to get her a cup of juice. "You drink this," she said as she headed back up the stairs. "I'll shower," she finished as she trudged back into the bedroom and dropped Charlie back into the crib. She quickly tossed a few books and toys in with her before she grabbed her dress and headed for the shower.

Lorelai sighed a little as she and Charlie walked past Luke's. She hadn't been back in since before Rory had left for Washington.

"Go?" Charlie asked as they walked past Luke's, pointing to the diner to help get her point across.

"Not today," she said automatically as they continued on their way to Sookie's house. Charlie squirmed for a bit, trying to get back to Luke's. She was big on having a routine and not going into Luke's was definitely disrupting that routine. "Hey, come on," Lorelai muttered to her. "I don't really like it either, but it's his fault," she told Charlie as they kept walking. Charlie gave a disgruntled cry before she finally resigned herself to her fate.

Lorelai held her head up a little high as they continued on their way. She had a feeling that everyone in town was watching her and Luke, trying to figure out exactly what was going on between them and she had no plans to let them think that she was the one who was hurting.

Sookie had greeted the girls brightly at the door and quickly invited them in. Since they couldn't go to Luke's any more, and there was really no where else to eat breakfast, Sookie had taken pity on them and fed them every morning and today was no exception. Lorelai deposited Charlie on the blanket in Sookie's living room so she could play with the small collection of toys that seemed to have taken up residence there while she took a seat at the table so they could talk while Sookie cooked.

"No way," Lorelai said as she stared at the piece of bacon in her fingers. Breakfast had been served a few minutes ago and the three girls were already digging in while Jackson was showering

"I swear," Sookie said as she offered Charlie some more fruit. The toddler looked at it for a moment before she began trying to spear it with her fork. Charlie gave up after a moment and picked it up with the hand that wasn't holding a fork.

"Huh, Kosher bacon," Lorelai said again, looking at the bacon in her hand before biting into it again.

"Beef, not pork," Sookie replied as she offered Charlie a piece. Charlie took it eagerly and started to chew on it. Lorelai chuckled as she watched the reaction. Charlie scrunched her nose up and quickly stuck her tongue out as she reached up with her free hand to scrape the bacon off. "What's wrong?"

"Not big on beef yet," Lorelai said as she accepted the uneaten bacon from Charlie. "I, on the other hand, am so Jewish," she said as she started to eat it. Sookie could only chuckle at this proclamation.

"Hey Sookie, where's my . . ." Jackson called from the other room as he made his way to the kitchen. Sookie and Lorelai quickly cut him off. Sookie called out that Lorelai and Charlie were here while Lorelai covered Charlie's eyes and her own. "Will you stop it? I'm dressed," he said with a bit of a smirk as he came into the kitchen. Lorelai relaxed and started to ramble on about what had happened the last time Jackson had walked into the kitchen while she and Charlie had been there. "Once, that happened once," Jackson said in his own defence over the whole wearing only a tiny towel incident.

"Well, once was enough," Lorelai added before going back to her breakfast. As Sookie began to relate her plans for painting the house to Jackson, Lorelai quickly jumped in, offering hers and Rory's help while Jackson tried to tell them both he didn't want to paint.

"Okay, if you're gonna come over here everyday, you have to actually hear both of us," he told Lorelai as he leaned in between her and Sookie. She quickly asked why they weren't going to paint the house and listened in amusement as Sookie and Jackson argued a little more about the situation.

"There's flowers everywhere!"

"I like flowers, I'm a produce guy," Jackson replied.

"The curtains are ruffly," Sookie added, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

"I like ruffles," he replied with a shrug.

"How can you like ruffles?" she asked him, turning in her chair to look at him as he headed into the living room.

"Because I'm very, very gay," he replied, gathering a few more things that he needed.

"Jackson!" Sookie admonished with a smile.

"Judy, Vincent has to go to work now. Good bye Lorelai, Charlie. Tell her I'm fine, I like things just the way they are," he told them as he came back into the kitchen long enough to kiss Sookie good bye before he turned and left for the day.

"I'll try," Lorelai assured him. As Sookie quickly began to spill out her colour choices, Lorelai ate the last of her bacon and began to clean Charlie up so they could head out for the day as well. She quickly thanked Sookie for breakfast as she picked Charlie up out of the high chair. "Oh hey, bacon's manly," she called from the living room as she gathered the toys that were scattered around. "Why don't you just nail a bunch of packages of Kosher bacon on the walls huh? Smells like meat blessed by a rabbi, now that's a manly house," she finished with a smile as she put Charlie's hat on her head before grabbing her own.

"Buh bye," Sookie called with a smile, still flipping through her paint chips.

"Okay, but it you're still thinking paint, you're still thinking like a chick!" she called with a smile as she finally scooped up Charlie and headed out of the house.

Lorelai allowed herself and Charlie another quick moment to stare in at Luke's diner after Taylor had left them. While she was excited about another 'Crazy group flip out' as Luke called it, she missed Luke and she missed Rory and she missed Christopher. Just as Luke looked up from the table he was waiting on, Lorelai started walking towards the Inn again.

Luke sighed a little as he saw Lorelai and Charlie glance into the diner. He waved a little at them, but only Charlie noticed and waived back before she was distracted by something Lorelai said to her. He couldn't help but smile a little at how the hat Charlie was wearing, like every hat she ever wore, had slipped down over her eyes so that she had to tilt her head back to see anything. The smile quickly slid off of his face when Jess's new girl friend marched in and the pair started to make out over the counter.

As Lorelai and Michel stood at the front desk, still chuckling at Kirk's sales pitch for Hay There, the phone began to ring. Michel quickly wandered off and left Lorelai to answer it.

"Independence Inn, Lorelai speaking," she answered cheerfully, still sorting through the mail in her hand.

"What day is this?" Emily fired back at her.

"Mom?"

"What day is this?" Emily asked again. As Lorelai tried to figure out what exactly was going on, her mother quickly blasted her for not calling them when they got back from Martha's Vineyard. Lorelai finally gave up and simply apologised and accepted the guilt as Emily continue on with why she had called, telling them that she, Rory and Charlie were expected at dinner tomorrow.

"Rory doesn't get back 'til Saturday," Lorelai quickly lied. After debating this for a few more minutes, Emily quickly moved on to inquiring about Christopher. "He's away on business, but I'll tell him you invited him," Lorelai quickly said again.

"And tell him to come with you three next week. I wanna see the four of you together," she said happily.

"Yes, that would be a nice picture," Lorelai replied, not even trying to sound happy. She could just imagine what her mother was going to say when she finally told them that Christopher had gone back to Sherry.

"Alright, see you tomorrow," Emily said brightly, satisfied with the conversation.

"Yes, you will. Bye," she said sadly as she hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment a she heaved a small sigh. She hadn't been the least bit surprised that her mother had missed the lack of enthusiasm in her voice.

After spending the rest of the week sulking about what she was going to tell her parents, Lorelai was more than a little relived to have Sookie call her and ask her to help her shop for manly antiques.

"She break, you buy," Mrs. Kim had told Lorelai firmly, pointing first at Charlie and then at Lorelai.

"So, if I break, does she buy?" she joked. Mrs. Kim sent her a dirty look before she turned on her heel and disappeared into the store. Sookie and Lorelai both chuckled a little as they milled around. Unfortunately for Lorelai, the conversation inevitably fell to her parents not knowing about Christopher being gone.

"How could you not tell them?" Sookie exclaimed.

"They left two days after your wedding and they were in Martha's Vineyard all summer," she defended her self as she grabbed Charlie's hands to keep her from reaching for a lamp that was already precariously perched on the edge of a table. "It just seemed quieter." Sookie shook her head before pointing out a lamp that was covered in cherubs. Lorelai made an Oscar Wilde joke before the trio moved on.

"You know you're going to have to tell them tonight, right? I mean, the subject will come up," Sookie said as they continued on through the shop. "They probably think you and Christopher are heading down the aisle any day now."

"I know, I know," she said with a sigh as she ran a hand over a dusty bureau. The silence the pair fell into was quickly broken as Sookie began to gush over a twelve hundred dollar shaving table before moving on to a stuffed antique fish. Lorelai spent a moment trying to talk her out of it before she had to duck out. She had to pick up Rory, and bring her home, before she and Charlie headed to dinner in Hartford. "Ten bucks if you don't let her buy the fish," she whispered to Mrs. Kim on the way out.

"Twenty."

"You're kidding," she said with a chuckle.

"I never kid," Mrs. Kim replied.

"You know," she said, shifting Charlie to her other hip. "I believe that," she finished as she dug through her bag for a twenty dollar bill.

"Hey Gilmore!" Lorelai called out excitedly as soon as she saw Rory come out of the gate.

"Mom!" Rory called out as she raced over to meet her. Rory, Lorelai and Charlie were quickly a mess of arms as they clung to each other, tripping over dropped bags and tumbling to the floor. Lorelai and Rory chuckled as they untangled themselves from each other. Charlie took one look at Rory and clung a little tighter to Lorelai. Rory was going to have to work to get back into her good graces. "I am never leaving home again!"

"That's my emotionally stunted girl!" Lorelai joked with a smile. The pair joked around a little longer until Charlie'd had enough.

"Go!" she said loudly, turning to look at her mother and pointing to the way they had come. Lorelai and Rory picked themselves up with a sigh and gathered bags as they began to head out of the air port, Charlie still firmly held in Lorelai's arms.

"By the way, I got you out of dinner with the Gilmore's tonight. I thought you and Lane might enjoy some time reconnecting."

"Thanks, what'd you tell 'em?"

"That you got home tomorrow," Lorelai answered with a smile as both she and Rory pulled their sunglasses on as they left the terminal while Charlie was left squinting out at the world from under her hat.

As they climbed into the car, Rory's mind began to race and she tuned her mother out as she focused on her own thoughts. She had actually been looking forward to seeing her grandparents, if only to delay having to see Jess again. She hadn't told any one about kissing him and she wasn't really sure why. She wasn't going out with anyone, she could have told any one she wanted, but she hadn't. She also didn't know why she hadn't been able to write anything to Jess. Lane had sent her a letter every week and she had replied, but she had never gotten any further than Dear Jess.

Rory smiled in contentment as they finally got home and got everything and every one into the house. She grinned as her mother started in on the amount of books she had brought with her as well as the fact that she was convinced she was now lopsided from the weight.

"Hello living room," she said brightly as she looked around. Not much had changed in the 6 weeks she had been gone. There were a few more magazines on the table and Charlie's quilt had been replaced with the playpen that had been sitting in the hall closet since Emily had dropped it off. "I thought you didn't believe in the baby prison," Rory said when she saw it, remembering several arguments between her mother and grandmother about leaving Charlie in the playpen when she was not napping.

"Yeah well, she may not walk yet, but she can go from sitting to 60 in 2 seconds and since it's just me here with her, I needed a little help." Rory glanced around the living room a little more, satisfied with that explanation before she headed towards her room.

"Oh my God, I've missed everything! My kitchen, my room, my books, my CDs, my stuff," Rory chanted as she walked down the hall. She stopped abruptly when she finally got into her room and had a look around. "Where's my pillow?" she asked her mother as she stuck her head back out of her room.

"What?" Lorelai asked, feigning ignorance as she took Charlie's hat off and set her loose.

"You took my pillow," Rory said as she ducked back into her room to make sure nothing else was missing as she tossed her duffle bag onto the floor.

"I did not take your pillow," Lorelai said, keeping half an eye on Charlie who was making her way down to Rory's room.

"You waited until I left, you went into my room and you took my pillow."

"Well, you weren't using it," she finally admitted with a shrug.

"What else did you take?"

"Nothing!" She said confidently. "Your comforter came into my room by itself. . . And brought your Bauhaus T-shirt with it," she said slightly quieter.

"I want my stuff back tomorrow morning," Rory called as she began to rummage through her closet. "By noon!" she added when Lorelai started to complain.

"Fine," she finally answered.

"Hey Charlie!" Rory said brightly to the toddler when she had seated herself in the door way. "Missed you," Rory said as she abandoned the closet and sat on the floor in front of her sister. Charlie looked at Rory long and hard before she started moving again, crawling over top of Rory so she could get in the room and investigate. Mean while, Lorelai had wandered back to the living room and noticed that the answering machine was blinking at her.

"Lor, it's me, please just call. . . " Lorelai quickly hit the delete button on the machine before the message had finished. She was still hurting over Christopher and felt no need to deal with him. She quickly turned on her heel and headed to Rory's room to peak in at the girls.

"Dad?" Rory asked quickly as she supervised Charlie's exploration of her duffle bag.

"Yeah," she said quietly, leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms over her chest.

"He's called me too," Rory said, turning her attention to her mother. Charlie, sensing the tension in the room stopped going through the bag and sat herself down on the floor, looking from Rory to Lorelai.

"I just. . . I don't really know what to say," she said as she finally came into the room and took a seat on the bed. Rory asked how long the freeze out was going to last and Lorelai just shook her head. Rory agreed, not pressing for any more information. "I have to tell my parents tonight," she said as an afterthought, playing with the covers still left on Rory's bed. Her mind wandered to how she had come to be freezing Chris out, but was quickly pulled back to reality by Rory.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you and. . . I don't know, distract 'em?" Rory asked.

"No, you've got Lane coming over. I'll be fine. Besides, I'll have Charlie with me, she'll distract them." The pair fell silent for a moment and Charlie went back to pulling things out of Rory's bag. She squealed when she pulled out a little book and quickly turned back to Rory, plopping herself down in her lap. She waived the book around until Rory finally took it and began to read to her. "Well, looks like you're back in her good graces."

"What can I say? You gotta know how to bribe 'em," she said with a smile. "I'm just gonna read this, and then change."

"Change?"

"Yeah," she said. "This isn't very festivalee." Lorelai looked at her for a moment, the jeans and peasant top looked pretty festavalee to her. "I'll just be a couple of minutes."

"No woman is ever a couple of minutes when she changes," Lorelai quipped as she stood up.

"Don't judge me by your own standards," Rory called to her as Lorelai finally left the room and she began to read. Lorelai hesitated in the doorway for a moment, taking one last look at her girls before she went up stairs to pick out something for her and Charlie to wear to Emily and Richard's. Rory and Charlie would be at least 15 minutes, so she might as well use the time to get things picked out and co-ordinated.

Lorelai leaned on Charlie's stroller as she shook her head. Taylor was just as unreasonable as always and had quickly zoomed off in his electric wheel chair, broken foot sticking straight out in front of him, after he had mistaken Lorelai's positive reply about the barber shop singers.

"That is it," she said firmly. "I have been nice for the last. . . " she trailed off when she realised that Rory wasn't paying any attention what was going on. Her attention was firmly on Jess and the girl that was attached to his face. "Well, looks like he's got his What I did this summer essay all researched and ready to go." Lorelai looked back at Rory again for a moment. "You're upset," she said, point blank, finally catching her attention.

"No, I'm not upset," Rory said without tearing her eyes away from Jess.

"Yes, you are upset. I know when you're upset 'cause you look like my mother," Lorelai said, standing up straight and focusing all her attention on Rory.

"Thanks a lot!" Rory said sarcastically, finally turning her attention to Lorelai.

"You like my mother."

"Yes, but you don't like your mother, so when you tell me that I look like your mother, it's not exactly a compliment," Rory fired back before snapping her head back around to stare at Jess. Again.

"Honey, what is wrong?" Lorelai asked again. The pair quickly began to argue and the fact that Rory had kissed Jess at Sookie's wedding finally came out and the pair became silent.

"It was nothing," Rory finally insisted, looking everywhere but at Jess or her mother. "It was nothing."

"If it was nothing, why did you run off to Washington?"

"I didn't run off!" Rory shot back. "It was for school. I went because I had too!"

"I remember at one point, the thought of going to Washington made your stomach hurt and then, suddenly, you can't wait to get on the plane!"

"I just changed my mind! You're always telling me that's what women do and I'm a woman so I changed my mind!!"

"You need to figure this out, kid," Lorelai said as she shook her head a little. "You need to figure out what you want because, believe me, there aren't always going to be trips to Washington when you need to run away and think things through." Rory and Lorelai fumed at each other for a moment.

"I don't wanna talk to you about this any more."

"Look, I really don't care. Be with Jess, don't be with Jess but either way, you need to figure this out Rory."

"Alright, I get it, I. . . just stop!" Rory yelled. As Lorelai opened her mouth to add one last thought, Lane called out to them as she jogged across the square to meet up with them.

"I'm so glad you're home!" she said as she threw her arms around Rory.

"Me too," Rory replied, hugging Lane back.

"Okay, well, we're off to dinner with my parents," she said as she grabbed a hold of the stroller and began to back away from Rory and Lane. "See you later," she said to the girls. Lane smiled and said good bye but Rory's gaze had already strayed back to Jess and his hussy.