A/N: Hey, people. I really like this chapter. Hope you will too. I started it during my English class and worked on it through lunch and Geography. I obviously was not supposed to be doing this. Ha. They probably just thought I was taking notes for a change.

Some people have mentioned that Tricia doesn't seem to act her age. I agree. I realized that when I was writing her in chapter four, she sounded half her age. It's really too late to change her age, because that would alter EVERYTHING, so I'll just try to get her to act older. If that doesn't work, just remember that sometimes people don't act their age. In fact, I have cousin who is twelve, and she acts like my sister, who is nine. Oh, and they both act another two years younger. They are extremely full of energy, bouncing up and down, off the walls, et cetera. And, always remember – Tricia is a Gilmore with coffee.

Someone mentioned that when you marry multiple people, it's called polygamy. And it is. But you can specify, and when you marry more than one MAN it's called polyandry, and more than one WOMAN is called polygyny. So we're both right.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: R/T, R/J

Disclaimer: I do not own "Gilmore Girls." That is owned by Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB. I do, however, own most of this storyline (some was taken from previous episodes), so steal that and I will haunt you for the rest of your life.

****************

"I was surprised you weren't married by now," Tristan confessed to Rory. They were sitting in Luke's Diner eating lunch.

"Why would I be?" Rory asked him curiously.

"Well, besides the fact that it's been eleven years since … I left …" He paused, then continued, "Well, there's still the Jess factor."

"The 'Jess factor'?" Rory replied, confused.

"Well, yeah. I mean, it's obvious he's in love with you. Has been for years."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Jess doesn't …" she cleared her throat and dropped her voice. "Jess doesn't love me that way. We're just friends."

Tristan just rolled his eyes.

Rory rolled her eyes back at him. "You," she said, "Are insane."

"Am not," he whined, pouting.

"Are too," she shot back.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Okay, well, this is getting stupid."

"Hah! So I'm not insane."

"I did not say that."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too."

***

Fifteen minutes later Jess was thoroughly enraged at the both of them. They were still bickering like little children ("Did not," "Did too," "Did not," etc, etc) about God knows what. They had stopped making any sense whatsoever ten minutes earlier.

He still couldn't believe that Tristan had returned, let alone that Rory had welcomed him back with open arms. Literally. Tristan had been gone for eleven years, and the guy had ignored her the entire time. Damn Tristan. But he supposed he couldn't place the blame entirely on Tristan's shoulders. After all, he certainly hadn't tried to do anything. It had been eleven damn years, and he hadn't done a single –

Jess was interrupted in his thoughts by Luke coming into the diner. He walked over to Jess, picked up the coffeepot and headed straight over to Rory. He looked like a man on a mission.

***

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did –" Rory stopped when she saw Luke walk inside the diner. He looked determined about something. He grabbed the coffeepot from Jess and walked straight toward her.

"Rory," he began, pouring her some more coffee. "Can I talk to you upstairs?"

"Of course." Luke looked visibly relieved. Rory grinned, "After more coffee."

***

After half an hour and three more cups of coffee, Rory was getting curious. Luke had never, willingly at least, given her that much coffee. So she stood and walked up the stairs and into Luke's and Jess' apartment. Well, she supposed it was just Jess' now. Luke had, after all, moved out six months earlier. Which was probably for the best, considering that Jess was now a thirty-one-year-old man.

Luke had followed her. He ran a hand through his hair – well, he tried to, at least, but not succeeding, as he was wearing his baseball cap. He sighed.

"Luke?" Rory questioned, sitting down at the kitchen table.

He fidgeted with the chair he was standing behind, and finally took a deep breath. "Do you think that, if I asked Lorelai," he paused, swallowing, then continued, "to marry me, do you think she'd say yes?"

Rory started to smile. Then she grinned, and jumped from her seat and threw her arms around Luke's neck, squealing with happiness.

"Geez. You'd think I'd asked you to marry me."

"Eww. I'm just happy. I mean, you'll finally get to legally be the father that you always were to me anyway." Rory smiled, tears in her eyes, and Luke smiled back. "Of course she'll say yes."

"Well, that being done … how should I ask her?"

Almost half an hour later, Luke wished he hadn't asked. Rory – thirty-year-old college-graduate Rory – was acting as eager as a six-year-old, and her ideas were just as insane.

"Oooh. I know – you could put the ring in her coffee!"

"She'd choke."

"Then you'd be right when you say her love of coffee killed her."

Luke just glared.

"Okay, okay, sick joke. Sorry. Well, we'll just think some more then…"

They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Rory spoke again.

"I give up."

"Me, too." Luke sighed.

"So, ring-in-the-coffee, is it?"

"Yup."

***

The three Lorelais were walking to Luke's the next morning when Rory exclaimed, "Oh! I completely forgot. Tricia, honey, come with me. Mom, you go on to Luke's. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Um, okay," Lorelai said, looking confused. She continued on to Luke's. When she walked in, she looked around, extremely surprised when she saw no one.

"Lukey! Where are you? I want coffee!" She yelled, sitting down at a table near the counter.

"Coming, Lorelai," Luke called from the kitchen. He walked out carrying a cup of coffee. "Here you go," he said, handing it to her. He walked back behind the counter and started wiping it down.

Lorelai looked at him suspiciously. "What, no argument?" She leaned closer to him and narrowed her eyes. "Are you sick or something?"

"What? No, I'm fine."

"Hmph," she drank her coffee. Suddenly she stopped. "Luke, there's something in my coffee," she whined.

Luke paused with his wiping and said, "Huh. Well, you better pull it out then." He resumed wiping down the counter, keeping an eye on Lorelai.

"What if it's something yucky?" She pouted.

"Lorelai…" he said warningly.

"Fine, fine." She said glumly. She screwed her face up as she stuck her fingers in the coffee. "Huh. Feels like a ring." She pulled it out, looking at the intricate design in wonder. "Wow. Wonder whose it is."

"Yours," Luke stated simply.

"Nuh-uh. I'd remember something like this. It almost looks like an engagement ring…" she trailed off as Luke caught her eye. "Oh my God."

Luke set the washrag down before he walked around the counter. He stood in front of her for a minute, just looking at her. Getting down one knee, he took the ring from her limp grasp, wiped it on the corner of his shirt, and held it in front of her. "Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, will you marry me?"