Disclaimer: I own them not, tis sad to say. I will not own them any day. Hee. I love Dr.Seuss. (Don't own him either)
September, Friday night- Gilmore Estate
Luke held Lorelai's hand as he rang the doorbell. The newest maid answered the door and said stiffly, "Please come in, cocktails are served in the living room."
Luke and Lorelai walked into the living room where Richard and Emily were sitting, talking softly to themselves. When Emily saw the couple enter the room, she stood up and smiled at them. "Hello," she said. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Whiskey straight." Luke answered with a smile and then looked at Lorelai.
"Same for me. Thanks." Lorelai said as she walked to the couch and sat down.
Luke sat next to her and rested his hand on her knee. Lorelai looked up and smiled at the comfortable feeling it gave her. "He knows I hate being here and that it always causes conflict, but he comes anyway. He supports me because he loves me. Which is one of the many reasons I love this man." Lorelai thought as she looked up at Luke adoringly.
"So, how are the wedding plans coming along?" Richard asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Ohh, fine Dad. Everything is pretty much set, the Inn, colors, flowers, dresses, food, rings, and invitations. I'd say it's going well."
"When did you get a dress?" Emily asked her.
Lorelai shifted uncomfortably in her chair and murmured, "Well, it's kinda.. Do you remember when you... The Mall?"
"When I? When I what? Oh you mean when I...." Emily trailed off. "You are wearing something I picked out? I never thought I would live to see the day."
"I'm ashamed to say, yes. Only this one time. Do not get your hopes up for this will never happen again." Lorelai mandated.
Luke glanced back and forth at the women and then asked, "I didn't know you had picked a dress."
"Well, it's not like you can see it anyway." Lorelai remarked.
"Can I have a hint?" Luke teased.
"It's white. Let's change the topic. So, how about those Romanovs."
"Oh Lorelai please..."
"Dinner is served." The maid announced from the doorway.
"Saved by... What's her name?" Lorelai asked her mother.
"I don't know. I don't even remember hiring her." Emily remarked as they walked into the dining room.
Saturday morning- Luke's
Lorelai walked into the diner and smiled. Luke looked up and met her eyes. She still got all fluttery inside when he looked at her. He held up the coffee pot and she just nodded. As she took her place at the counter, Luke handed her a mug of coffee. She took a small sip and then asked him, "So have you decided where we are going for our honeymoon?"
"Yep."
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Nope."
"How do you know if I'll like it?"
"You'll like it."
"How do you know? Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll get there and hate it and be mad at you for thinking I would like such a place. Wouldn't you hate for us to spend our honeymoon not talking when that could easily be avoided by you just telling me where we are going?"
"Not going to happen. You get to keep your dress a secret and I get to keep this."
"Okay, but how will I know what to wear?"
"I'll have Rory pack for you."
"So, you'll tell Rory but not me?"
"No. I will tell Rory the kind of clothes that you will need. Trust me. You'll love this."
"But what if...." Lorelai began until Luke cut her off.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then let it go."
"Fine. Then can I have French toast?"
"Sure."
"And bacon?"
"Fine."
"And a chocolate donut with sprinkles?"
"If you must."
"You must love me."
"And never question why." Luke said with a smile as he turned around to place her order.
"I love you too." Lorelai called after him.
A few weeks passed and all of a sudden the wedding was in a week. ONE WEEK.
Saturday- Lorelai's
Rory walked into her mother's room to see clothes flying everywhere.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked catching a t-shirt as it flew toward her face.
"I'm trying to decide what to take on our honeymoon, but it is impossible since Luke won't tell me where we're going."
"I'm packing for you."
"Did he tell you where we're going?"
"No, but he did tell me what kind of clothes to pack so don't worry."
"But what if...." Lorelai was cut off by Rory smiling and saying,
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then let it go."
Friday- Early Morning- Lorelai's
Lorelai stumbled downstairs and shuffled to the kitchen. Rory was sitting at the kitchen counter eating a pop tart while she read a book.
"What's that book about?" Lorelai mumbled, "Some joke about where you put the coffee?"
"No, The Hiding Place is about the life of Corrie Ten Boom, who lived through the Holocaust, lost her entire family, and still manages to find joy. She is a pretty amazing woman."
'Okay. Too early and too hung-over to deal with a serious story right now." Lorelai muttered as she began to brew some coffee.
"So, I was wondering when you would make it downstairs after the night you had."
"Oh good. At least someone remembers. Can you tell me what I did to make me feel like this so that I never do it again?"
"You had 4 beers and 8 Mexican Flags. Topped off with an Irish Car Bomb." Rory said as she smiled into her book.
"Yikes. That must be why my stomach is acting like it hates me." Lorelai said taking a sip of coffee. "I don't even feel hungry."
"Well, that's good, because we have nothing to eat here and if you insisted on going to Luke's when you look like that, I would have to bar the door closed."
"What's wrong with the way I look?" Lorelai asked her.
"Checked out a mirror yet this morning?"
"No."
"Don't. I wouldn't want you to end up with seven years of bad luck."
"Gotcha," Lorelai affirmed as she took her coffee upstairs. She took a shower and got dressed. When she same back downstairs, Rory gave her a once over and then proclaimed, "Much better."
"Hungry?"
"Starved. Luke's?"
"Sounds good."
As they walked together toward the diner Rory looked at her mom who was grinning from ear to ear.
"So, there will be no running this time right FloJo?"
"Nope. I'm good. I'm ready for this."
"Cause you realize this is the last time that you will go to Luke's for breakfast as a single woman."
"I can eat there tomorrow." Lorelai protested.
"Oh no. No way. The groom is not allowed to see the bride on the wedding day. If Grandma found out, she would kill us both, and I for one, am too young to die."
"Fine, but what about coffee?" Lorelai whined.
"We'll see if we can't work something out." Rory said with a smile at her mother. "So have you decided if you are going to change your name?"
"As much as I hate them, I think I am going to go with one of those hideous hyphenated names. I have worked for so long to establish myself as Lorelai Gilmore, that I don't want to give it up. But on the other hand, I want to be a part of a family with Luke, but not at the expense of losing our family. You and me. So how about Lorelai Gilmore-Danes?"
"That doesn't sound that bad." Rory mused.
"Yeah. And don't think just because I'm going to start a family with Luke, that you aren't a part of it. He loves you."
"Yeah, I know. He has been there over the years more than my own dad. It still hurts, but it's true. I really am happy for you, Mom." Rory said as she turned and looked at her mother's face. "You two almost waited too long."
"Yeah, but we figured it out in time huh?" Lorelai said with a smile as she opened the door to the diner.
"Yeah," Rory replied. "Hey, Luke."
"Hey. Coffees?"
"You read our mind," Lorelai smiled as she sat down at a table.
Luke came over to fill their mugs and asked, "So the rehearsal is at six?"
"Yep. I'm still trying to think of a way to freak my mother out." Lorelai said with an evil grin.
"Why do you always have to do that." Luke asked her, rolling his eyes.
"It's more fun than you might think. I know, how about flip flops instead of proper shoes?"
"Nope. Not substantial enough." Rory commented, then adding to Luke, who waited with notepad and pencil in hand, "French toast, sausage, and a jelly donut."
Luke then looked to Lorelai who was deep in thought, "And you?" He asked her in mock exasperation.
"Same," Lorelai replied without really listening which caused Luke to throw up his hands and walk into the kitchen.
Lorelai looked at Rory and said, "What about my Chilton outfit?"
"What?" Rory said, looking at her as if she was crazy.
"My Chilton outfit. The shorts and boots that I wore when I took you to your first day at Chilton."
"Oh, God. No." Rory told her. "Under no circumstances would that be okay. Even to annoy Grandma."
"Okay, but I have to think of something."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why can't you let this be the one occasion you don't put humor into? Why not just let it be sacred?"
"You mean, no jokes?"
"That's right."
"No pranks?"
"None, whatsoever."
"Just fall back on the romance?"
"That's the general idea."
"Hmm, I'll give it a try." Lorelai remarked as Luke set the food down. "Thanks, Coffee Stud."
"I don't even want to know," Rory muttered as she took a bite of her donut.
Luke pulled up a chair and sat there talking to them as they ate their breakfast. Rory looked at Luke and then at her mom again and smiled. "What a nice family we make." She thought and then finished her breakfast, never taking the smile off of her face.
September, Friday night- Gilmore Estate
Luke held Lorelai's hand as he rang the doorbell. The newest maid answered the door and said stiffly, "Please come in, cocktails are served in the living room."
Luke and Lorelai walked into the living room where Richard and Emily were sitting, talking softly to themselves. When Emily saw the couple enter the room, she stood up and smiled at them. "Hello," she said. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Whiskey straight." Luke answered with a smile and then looked at Lorelai.
"Same for me. Thanks." Lorelai said as she walked to the couch and sat down.
Luke sat next to her and rested his hand on her knee. Lorelai looked up and smiled at the comfortable feeling it gave her. "He knows I hate being here and that it always causes conflict, but he comes anyway. He supports me because he loves me. Which is one of the many reasons I love this man." Lorelai thought as she looked up at Luke adoringly.
"So, how are the wedding plans coming along?" Richard asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Ohh, fine Dad. Everything is pretty much set, the Inn, colors, flowers, dresses, food, rings, and invitations. I'd say it's going well."
"When did you get a dress?" Emily asked her.
Lorelai shifted uncomfortably in her chair and murmured, "Well, it's kinda.. Do you remember when you... The Mall?"
"When I? When I what? Oh you mean when I...." Emily trailed off. "You are wearing something I picked out? I never thought I would live to see the day."
"I'm ashamed to say, yes. Only this one time. Do not get your hopes up for this will never happen again." Lorelai mandated.
Luke glanced back and forth at the women and then asked, "I didn't know you had picked a dress."
"Well, it's not like you can see it anyway." Lorelai remarked.
"Can I have a hint?" Luke teased.
"It's white. Let's change the topic. So, how about those Romanovs."
"Oh Lorelai please..."
"Dinner is served." The maid announced from the doorway.
"Saved by... What's her name?" Lorelai asked her mother.
"I don't know. I don't even remember hiring her." Emily remarked as they walked into the dining room.
Saturday morning- Luke's
Lorelai walked into the diner and smiled. Luke looked up and met her eyes. She still got all fluttery inside when he looked at her. He held up the coffee pot and she just nodded. As she took her place at the counter, Luke handed her a mug of coffee. She took a small sip and then asked him, "So have you decided where we are going for our honeymoon?"
"Yep."
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Nope."
"How do you know if I'll like it?"
"You'll like it."
"How do you know? Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll get there and hate it and be mad at you for thinking I would like such a place. Wouldn't you hate for us to spend our honeymoon not talking when that could easily be avoided by you just telling me where we are going?"
"Not going to happen. You get to keep your dress a secret and I get to keep this."
"Okay, but how will I know what to wear?"
"I'll have Rory pack for you."
"So, you'll tell Rory but not me?"
"No. I will tell Rory the kind of clothes that you will need. Trust me. You'll love this."
"But what if...." Lorelai began until Luke cut her off.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then let it go."
"Fine. Then can I have French toast?"
"Sure."
"And bacon?"
"Fine."
"And a chocolate donut with sprinkles?"
"If you must."
"You must love me."
"And never question why." Luke said with a smile as he turned around to place her order.
"I love you too." Lorelai called after him.
A few weeks passed and all of a sudden the wedding was in a week. ONE WEEK.
Saturday- Lorelai's
Rory walked into her mother's room to see clothes flying everywhere.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked catching a t-shirt as it flew toward her face.
"I'm trying to decide what to take on our honeymoon, but it is impossible since Luke won't tell me where we're going."
"I'm packing for you."
"Did he tell you where we're going?"
"No, but he did tell me what kind of clothes to pack so don't worry."
"But what if...." Lorelai was cut off by Rory smiling and saying,
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then let it go."
Friday- Early Morning- Lorelai's
Lorelai stumbled downstairs and shuffled to the kitchen. Rory was sitting at the kitchen counter eating a pop tart while she read a book.
"What's that book about?" Lorelai mumbled, "Some joke about where you put the coffee?"
"No, The Hiding Place is about the life of Corrie Ten Boom, who lived through the Holocaust, lost her entire family, and still manages to find joy. She is a pretty amazing woman."
'Okay. Too early and too hung-over to deal with a serious story right now." Lorelai muttered as she began to brew some coffee.
"So, I was wondering when you would make it downstairs after the night you had."
"Oh good. At least someone remembers. Can you tell me what I did to make me feel like this so that I never do it again?"
"You had 4 beers and 8 Mexican Flags. Topped off with an Irish Car Bomb." Rory said as she smiled into her book.
"Yikes. That must be why my stomach is acting like it hates me." Lorelai said taking a sip of coffee. "I don't even feel hungry."
"Well, that's good, because we have nothing to eat here and if you insisted on going to Luke's when you look like that, I would have to bar the door closed."
"What's wrong with the way I look?" Lorelai asked her.
"Checked out a mirror yet this morning?"
"No."
"Don't. I wouldn't want you to end up with seven years of bad luck."
"Gotcha," Lorelai affirmed as she took her coffee upstairs. She took a shower and got dressed. When she same back downstairs, Rory gave her a once over and then proclaimed, "Much better."
"Hungry?"
"Starved. Luke's?"
"Sounds good."
As they walked together toward the diner Rory looked at her mom who was grinning from ear to ear.
"So, there will be no running this time right FloJo?"
"Nope. I'm good. I'm ready for this."
"Cause you realize this is the last time that you will go to Luke's for breakfast as a single woman."
"I can eat there tomorrow." Lorelai protested.
"Oh no. No way. The groom is not allowed to see the bride on the wedding day. If Grandma found out, she would kill us both, and I for one, am too young to die."
"Fine, but what about coffee?" Lorelai whined.
"We'll see if we can't work something out." Rory said with a smile at her mother. "So have you decided if you are going to change your name?"
"As much as I hate them, I think I am going to go with one of those hideous hyphenated names. I have worked for so long to establish myself as Lorelai Gilmore, that I don't want to give it up. But on the other hand, I want to be a part of a family with Luke, but not at the expense of losing our family. You and me. So how about Lorelai Gilmore-Danes?"
"That doesn't sound that bad." Rory mused.
"Yeah. And don't think just because I'm going to start a family with Luke, that you aren't a part of it. He loves you."
"Yeah, I know. He has been there over the years more than my own dad. It still hurts, but it's true. I really am happy for you, Mom." Rory said as she turned and looked at her mother's face. "You two almost waited too long."
"Yeah, but we figured it out in time huh?" Lorelai said with a smile as she opened the door to the diner.
"Yeah," Rory replied. "Hey, Luke."
"Hey. Coffees?"
"You read our mind," Lorelai smiled as she sat down at a table.
Luke came over to fill their mugs and asked, "So the rehearsal is at six?"
"Yep. I'm still trying to think of a way to freak my mother out." Lorelai said with an evil grin.
"Why do you always have to do that." Luke asked her, rolling his eyes.
"It's more fun than you might think. I know, how about flip flops instead of proper shoes?"
"Nope. Not substantial enough." Rory commented, then adding to Luke, who waited with notepad and pencil in hand, "French toast, sausage, and a jelly donut."
Luke then looked to Lorelai who was deep in thought, "And you?" He asked her in mock exasperation.
"Same," Lorelai replied without really listening which caused Luke to throw up his hands and walk into the kitchen.
Lorelai looked at Rory and said, "What about my Chilton outfit?"
"What?" Rory said, looking at her as if she was crazy.
"My Chilton outfit. The shorts and boots that I wore when I took you to your first day at Chilton."
"Oh, God. No." Rory told her. "Under no circumstances would that be okay. Even to annoy Grandma."
"Okay, but I have to think of something."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why can't you let this be the one occasion you don't put humor into? Why not just let it be sacred?"
"You mean, no jokes?"
"That's right."
"No pranks?"
"None, whatsoever."
"Just fall back on the romance?"
"That's the general idea."
"Hmm, I'll give it a try." Lorelai remarked as Luke set the food down. "Thanks, Coffee Stud."
"I don't even want to know," Rory muttered as she took a bite of her donut.
Luke pulled up a chair and sat there talking to them as they ate their breakfast. Rory looked at Luke and then at her mom again and smiled. "What a nice family we make." She thought and then finished her breakfast, never taking the smile off of her face.