Chapter 12 – The Rumor…
I just want to clarify a slight story issue. This story is supposed to be set in the beginning of season 2. Hence all the Max stuff. But last chapter had Davey in it. So I realize that is a problem, but, it's my story so, Sookie and Jackson are married and they have Davey. I'm sorry if that confuses or upsets anyone.
And, of course, my reviewers. Where would I be without you? No where. That's where. YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME
Rory walked into the house after her date with Dean and saw Luke and Lorelai sleeping on the couch. She smiled and spread a blanket over them. They looked so comfortable. Rory loved how happy they both were. She liked that things were, for once, peaceful. She walked into her room and went to sleep.
At about 9:00 the next the morning Luke opened his eyes and yawned. He looked over at the clock and instantly jumped up, tossing Lorelai across the couch.
"Hey!" She said sleepily. She rubbed her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"It's 9:00!" He said.
"So? It's early."
"I kind of have a business to run. And so do you."
"I hate businesses."
"I know."
"We didn't…did we?"
"No."
"Oh. Ok."
"We just fell asleep on the couch."
"Yeah I guess what would explain why my clothes are still on."
He kissed her quickly. "See ya later."
"Wait! Aren't you gonna make me coffee or something?" She said hopefully.
"Caesar took the day off. I have to run the diner."
"Just keep it closed."
"Bye Lorelai."
"Damn." She said as he left.
She dragged herself off the couch and up the stairs. She showered, got dressed, and when she came back downstairs she could smell the delicious aroma of coffee.
"I smell coffee!" She said from the stairs.
"Coffee and poptarts!" Rory called.
They both sat down at the table and drank their coffee and ate their chocolate filled poptarts.
"Maybe we should get those poptarts with fruit in them. That way we couldn't say that we don't eat fruit." Rory suggested.
"And leave behind the chocolatey goodness?"
Rory thought for a minute. "Never mind."
"That's my girl." She said.
"You guys looked really comfortable last night."
Lorelai smiled. "Yeah. It was really nice."
"When did Davey leave?"
"Around 10."
"How'd it go?"
"Good. Luke was really good with him."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He says he hates kids because I guess that goes with his grumpy diner man persona. But, I really don't think he hates kids."
"Yeah. He's a softy."
Lorelai giggled. "Don't tell him we know his secret."
"Ok. I won't." Rory said. "I'm really glad things are going so well for you guys."
"Me too. I like us." She took one last sip of her coffee. "I gotta go to the inn."
"Ok. I'll meet you at Luke's for lunch?"
"Sounds good." She kissed Rory on the cheek. "See ya later."
"Bye Mom."
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"Hey Sook." Lorelai said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Hey hon. Thanks so much for last night."
"Oh yeah. No problem. It was fun."
Sookie began smiling and giggling softly.
"Sook? What's up?"
"Nothing." She said between giggles.
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "It's too early for this. Tell me later, ok?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Right. Ok."
She walked out to the entry room and walked over to the desk. She picked up a pile of mail and looked through it.
"Well, isn't it nice of you to show up this morning." Michele said.
"Hey Michele."
"I have had to deal with three customer complaints, break up a fight, and chase after that idiot gardener all before you got here. But, it's ok. I love doing other people's jobs. It's what makes my life worth living."
"I'm sorry I'm late, Michele."
"I'm sure."
Lorelai saw Sookie waving frantically from the kitchen and she put the mail down on the desk and walked over to the kitchen.
"Yes Sookie?"
"Oh my god! I can't believe this!" She said as she hugged Lorelai tightly.
"Can't believe what?"
"I wasn't gonna say anything, but I can't help it."
"Sookie, fill me in. What are you talking about?"
"You and Luke."
"Yeah…"
"Well you know."
"No I really don't."
She gasps. "Oh you don't know?"
"No I don't."
"Oh. Well, nevermind."
"Uh, Sookie, you can't do that. Get all excited about something and then not tell me about it."
"Well, I don't wanna runin it for you."
"I have to know."
"No. I can't."
"Sookie!"
"You're getting married!" She shouted.
Lorelai's eyes widened. "What?"
Sookie had a huge smile across her face. "Yeah. You are. Luke is gonna propose."
Lorelai could feel her heart beating faster and faster. Her mind was racing. "How do you know?"
"Miss Patty told me."
"How did she know?"
"Well, it's Miss Patty. She knows everything."
"Oh my god."
"I know."
"Oh my god." Lorelai said again.
"Lorelai's gettin' married, Lorelai's gettin' married." Sookie sang.
"It's probably just a rumor. I mean we haven't been dating for that long."
"But you've known each other for years. You don't need to spend time getting to know each other. You already do."
"I guess." Her voice trailed off. "I gotta go for a walk."
"Ok, Mrs. Danes." She said as she continued to giggle.
Lorelai grabbed her coat and walked outside. She walked down the inn driveway and walked into town. Sookie couldn't be right. Luke wasn't one to be spontaneous, but maybe he was trying to change. She couldn't believe it.
She walked up the steps and walked into Miss Patty's studio.
"Hey Patty." Lorelai said as she walked in.
"Oh Lorelai, hello. How are you?" Patty said.
"Oh, I'm fine, thanks. I actually wanted to ask you something."
"Oh sure, honey. What is it?"
"Well, Sookie told me that she hard from you that Luke is going to propose."
"Oh yes, Isn't it exciting?"
"Yeah, but I was wondering how you knew this?"
"Oh, well yesterday I saw Luke at the jewelry store looking at rings."
"Yeah…"
"So, naturally I assumed that he was picking out a ring for you."
"Oh."
"I suppose I could be jumping to conclusions. But, why else would be at a jewelry store?"
"Yeah, I don't know." She turned to go out the door. "Thanks Patty."
"Anytime sweetie."
Lorelai walked into Luke's and sat down at a table next to Rory.
"Hey Mom." Rory greeted.
"Hey." Lorelai said, distracted.
"You ok?"
"Oh, yeah. I got some interesting news today."
"Oooo really? What?"
She looked around to make sure Luke wasn't around. "I think Luke is going to propose."
"What? How? When?"
"Sookie told me at the inn and then she said Miss Patty told her. So I went to Patty's studio to ask her and she said that yesterday she saw Luke at a jewelry store looking at rings."
"Whoa."
"Yeah."
"No really. Whoa."
"I know."
"So, do you think that's what he was doing?"
"I don't know. I guess. I mean we haven't been dating that long. And mom and dad haven't even had a chance to tear him apart and say how bad of a choice he is for me."
"It can't be true."
"I don't know what to think."
"Hey, when did you get here?" Luke asked.
"Oh my god! You scared me!" Lorelai said.
"You didn't see me coming over?"
"Uh, no. I didn't."
"Uh, ok. Well what can I get you?"
"Just coffee would be great."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep. Thanks."
"Ok."
"Way to be smooth, Mom." Rory said.
"Shut up."
"Here ya go." Luke said as he placed the cups on the table and poured their coffee.
"So, do you think I should ask him about it?" Lorelai asked after Luke left.
"I don't know. You don't want him to know that you know, ya know."
"Yeah I know."
"That was a lot of 'knows'."
"Yes it was."
"I think you should wait awhile."
"Yeah, I guess I'll try to go with the flow."
"I think it would be really good though."
"What would?"
"Luke proposing. I think it would be really really good."
Lorelai smiled. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind it at all"
"And then you could get started on all those kids you want."
Lorelai glared at her daughter. "That's the last time I tell you what I'm thinking about."
"Come on, you know you're thinking of names for the kids right now."
"No I'm not."
"Ok, you're thinking about what your dress will look like."
"Nope."
Rory gave her a 'yes-you-are-just-admit-it-' look.
"White strapless with a little lace and sparkles."
"That's what I thought."
So, chapter 12. I think I have reached the point where I'm trying to think where the hell this story is going. And as usual, I have NO IDEA. So, I guess I'll just keep going until I figure it out. I kinda know what I want to happen but I don't want it to be cheesy or predictable.
