PP10: Bedroom eyes.

Sneaking ever so discreetly into the back patio door of the house, the light snapped on. "Should've used the front door." Lorelai stated with infuriated look to the two young adults.

"Why?" Tristan asked Lorelai but turned to Rory who was huddled in back of him. The two were clinging to each other, both soaking wet and loosely clad.

"Because the backdoor is too obvious." Lorelai told him, while pulling on her daughter's arm. "So, care to explain?"

Tristan went to open his mouth but Lorelai had foreseen this and barked out, "I was asking Rory."

"How was I to know that?" Tristan muttered.

Lorelai was channeling Emily, when she out right told him, "Because I was looking at her."

Tristan was going to dispute this, until Rory's small hand brushed over his drenched shirt and lightly grazed his stomach with her fingers. Inter this was signaling to him to remain quite.

Lorelai saw the intimacy that the two shared and internally exploded, but keeping some of her Gilmore cool, she taped her finger over her watch face and mumbled, "still waiting..."

Rory took in a breath and sent Tristan to his room, he looked back a few times before entering and closing the door. "I'm just going to say this…"

"That would be good." Lorelai hurried.

"Were getting married." Rory said, the whole explanation out of order. Her mother's mouth was gapping and so she decided to take this time to mentally figure out what exactly to say. She went on, " a lot happened."

"Too much."

Taking her mother into her arms Rory inhaled her scent and whispered, "Just enough," into her mother's ear.

"Are you sure this isn't just a little, sudden? I mean I'm all on the train for spontaneity; it's the Gilmore fashion..." babbled on a little further but was stopped when Rory yawned. " I told him to give you time."

"It's just natural mom. You can't blame Tristan."

Lorelai's face softened, moving towards she leaned in. " I wasn't babe, it just a little confusing."

"Yeah, I know." Rory confessed.

"So, wedding plans then. Where are we going to throw this shindig..." she seemed to ponder. "Or is it going to be a hootenanny?"

"Well what is the difference?" Rory questioned with an inquisitive eye.

"A shindig, is fun and posh, and a hootenanny, is lots a fun, a bit of posh and a lot of hoot."

"Total hoot thingy, then."

"I agree, go out with a bang." Lorelai motioned as hand in the air and made a noise that sound like a gun shoot.

Rory laughed. " Hey! It's not like I'm dying."

"My baby's going off the market, and before me!" Lorelai screamed in fake anguish.

"It's going to be alright mom."

"Yeah, I get all the hot guys, well your having babies and forever bound to one person." Lorelai then bagged, but stopped when seeing her daughter's face. It was light with astonishment and wonder; her blue eyes twinkled like the night sky hit with the fly stars. She looked so beautiful and Lorelai was compelled to hug her. "My baby is going to have babies."

"Yeah." Rory breathed with a heavy sigh. "So, can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"Your blowing off your mother, for your fiancé? " Lorelai asked receiving a nod. " Not to quote Mary Kate and Ashley; 'cause you know just how much I hate them…"

"A little less than Hilary Duff." Rory supplied.

"Finishing my thought, 'How rude!'" Lorelai exclaimed. Rory smirked, and Lorelai in turn did so too.

"Don't fall for those bedroom eyes." She warned her daughter.

Nodding, Rory's whisper was caught by her mothers ears, "I already did." A happy ring was within the tone, which brought a silly smile to her mother's face.