Disclaimer: needless to say that the wonderful A.S.P owns all the characters I'm using for this fiction.

A/N: I know I'm slow and season 5 as already started but this fic will be over soon. Hope you'll read and review.

A big thank you to Chelsea. I know many of you suggested I get a Beta reader, I did. So Chelsea, thank you.

Love notes and yellow daisies

Rory went back to Yale after the weekend leaving Lorelai alone in the big house again. Her days were filled with worries about the inn and bad coffee because she never did get near the diner, fearing she would run into Luke and his new girlfriend.

The notes kept coming. It was the only light in her day. Morning and evening with the daisies like always, and the words that melted her heart.

One note she kept in her purse and always read it before she went to sleep "I love you. I wish there was an easy way to face you and tell you that you are everything."

He had to be sweet she thought, and very romantic, if he could write the way he did. She wanted so much to meet him but felt helpless because after all there was nothing she could do. She tried Kirk, her only real link to him but that didn't go well.

"We'll be late Lorelai, come on."

"We're not going to be late Sookie."

"Well it's almost 8 and we were suppose to leave ten minutes a ago."

"I know, relax."

They went outside to find Kirk coming their way "Good morning Lorelai." he said in his usual apathetic face

"Kirk." she smiled and all the morning stress was gone when he took a note and a daisy from his bag "Thank you Kirk."

"Just doing my job Lorelai."

"Yeah well thank you anyway, now give me my daisy."

He handed her the flower and then the note. Sookie who was restless all morning to reach the inn in time for the important lunch suddenly felt at ease. She knew what those notes meant to her best friend especially after Luke had a girlfriend.

"Oh..." Lorelai said after reading the note, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"What, what... let me read!" Sookie begged and Lorelai put the note in her hands, "I sit here alone wishing you were here to feel my heart when you're sailing through the rivers of my thoughts. I wish I could look into your eyes and run my fingers through your hair, I imagine the feel of it in my hands and sometimes I can almost smell it. You are my everything. I wish you were here"

"Oh, Lorelai... that is so beautiful."

"I know," she replied wiping the tears away.

"God... this is so frustrating... if its frustrating me I can imagine how you feel."

"You have no idea... sometimes I want to smother him for not telling me who he is but them I think of all these notes and those words and its all gone... I tell you if he comes to me one day I'll be one happy lady."

"I bet..."

"So, I see you've forgotten about the inn."

"Those words are just so beautiful it made me forget everything... I wish Jackson would send me romantic notes and flowers..."

"Yea well, there's only one who sends those and he is all mine..."

"Lucky you."

"Yeah... lucky me..."

"Ok, come on..."

The day went by fast. Rory called and the lunch went well. In Lorelai's mind this could easily pass for a successful day but there were two things missing, good coffee and her mystery man.

Babette waited for her when she came home, and asked her why she stopped going to Luke's. Lorelai diplomatically avoided answering and went to her door to get her evening note.

Lorelai went to bed that night thinking about him. Her heart told her it was time to let go of the notes, to let go of him. She gave up the thought of ever meeting him and feeling safe in his arms.

But the next morning it finely happened, and when she least expected.

She walked downstairs to get her morning daisy and note like she always did. She put it on the kitchen table knowing it was his regular words of love and made herself some coffee.

She sat down to read the note and suddenly she choked on her coffee. She couldn't believe what she was reading. "My love, I can't do this anymore, I have to see you, feel you, touch you, kiss you. I'll be waiting for you tonight at 9, at the bench near the Grill House in Hartford, please come or I'll know you don't want me and I'll be gone."

She took her things and drove as fast as she could to the inn.

"Sookie," she yelled, "come outside now, I need to talk to you!"

"What's wrong?"

"He wants to meet me tonight in Hartford"

"Who?"

"Sookie..."

"Oh my god......"

"Yeah, oh my god will do it."

"So you're going of course..."

"I can't go, what if he's some kind of maniac... I can't go I'm scared."

"You're right we haven't really thought about it."

"What do I do?"

"But honey you have to at least see who he is... I'll go with you in case he is freaky..."

"Yeah, that's a good idea... but what about Davey?"

"I haven't gone out since he was born I deserve a night off."

"Yeah, you do... and you have to help me decide what to wear."

"Oh... I'm so excited for you... you finely going to meet your mystery man!"

"I'm so nervous..."

"I'm sure it will be fine, now to work, we have to finish early today."

"Yeah we do."

They drove to Hartford, it was 9 by the time they parked the car.

"I'll just wait out here with the cell phone in case something bad happens..."

They walked towards the bench and Sookie stopped when she spotted a man sitting on the bench with his back to them

"Oh my god he's really there, ooh... I can't wait to see him..."

"Ok, so this is it... wish me luck..."

"Good luck sweetie."

Her heart was racing when she walked towards the bench. She thought she was going to fall, her knees were so weak, she was barely walking, all she could see was the back of his hair.

The walk towards the bench felt like eternity to her, she stopped and took a deep breath. She turned to look at Sookie that ordered her to keep going.

It was 9:10 pm, she walked past the bench and turned to look at her mystery man who was sitting there with a single yellow daisy in his hand, he looked at her and smiled.

Tears came down Lorelai's cheeks, he got up and approached her slowly. She didn't back away, he wiped her tears and held her hoping she would stop crying as soon as possible.

"I wanted it to be you," she said still weeping, "I dreamt it would be you."

Sookie realized it was Luke when he got up. She was now crying too, seeing her best friend in the arms of the man she love for so long.

"I wanted so much for him to be you, I wanted to tell you I needed you so many times but I was afraid you moved on."

Luke stood there not saying anything just holding her in his arms

not wanting to let go. He didn't like it when she cried or any one else for that matter, but it's been too long since he held her, too long since he felt her heart beat, the warmth of her body against his. He could stand there forever with her in his arms.

"And you knew I needed you... just like always..." she said not being able to control her emotions or her tears since she was where she longed and dreamed to be for so many nights, safe in Luke's arm.

"You always know when I need you... how do you do it...?"

He broke the hug to look at her.

"Well you never were much of a talker but say something. Look at me I can't even shut up, what's wrong with me?"

"You never shut up. Why would you think something is wrong when you can't shut up."

"Oh my god... he speaks."

"Lorelai," he said annoyed.

"God I love it when you say my name."

He smiled.

"I wanted so much for him to be you" and then he kissed her passionately and slowly like earth had stopped moving when they touched. As they stood there holding each other she said "I love you so much."

"And I love you... I'm so glad you came I was afraid you wouldn't show up."

"I love you... you have no idea how much... and where did you learn to write like this? It was you right? Or was it copied from a book or something?"

"What do you think?"

"I think butch Danes is not a romantic kinda guy. So who wrote it?"

"I did."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"No you didn't."

"Lorelai..."

"You wanna tell me you sat down and wrote all those words that made me cry every morning?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

"Well if you're good, you'll keep getting notes every morning."

"With a daisy?"

"If you're extra good."

"I love you."

"Me too."

"Oh... you guys... I think this is the most I've cried since Davey was born." Luke rolled his eyes and Lorelai let out a small laugh through the last remains of her tears "I saw that, mister romantic," Sookie commented when he rolled his eyes.

"If you say anything to any one about all this, I swear, you're banned from the diner for the rest of your life."

"At least now I know he hasn't changed too much..." Lorelai said with a smile and crossed her fingers with his.

"I won't say anything I promise."

"Let's go home, I'm tired... and you mister... you are coming home with me tonight," she said and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

From now on there will be a fresh new edition to the Gilmores, one that was always meant to be there and was never going anywhere.

Luke.

THE END

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