A/N- Heya guys. I'm going on some weird update craze and I'm going around and updating all my stories. I guess it's just cuz I'm so happy that school's OVER! Rejoice with me!

Chapter 5

I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a few times as I sat up in my bed. What time is it? I thought as I blinked some more to focus on my digital clock on the bedside. 9:20

I began massaging my temples, trying in vain to soothe away an aching headache. What happened last night?

Oh crap, I remembered as my stomach plummeted. Friday night dinner.

Everything was going great. Until I announced that Tristan and I were engaged. And lemme tell you, Grandpa was furious. You'd figure that he would be angrier at mom's engagement, but he was absolutely screaming at Tristan.

"Why do you think that you deserve my granddaughter?" He demanded.

"I don't deserve your granddaughter," He replied defensively. "She's too kind, beautiful and loving for me. But she doesn't seem to think so, and well…" He smiled at me and took my hand in his. "…I'm not complaining."

Grandpa didn't think that he was sincere, though. "Then I'm complaining! I had my reservations about you from the start, then when I hear about this! To hear your father talk about you—"

"Okay, first of all, can we leave whatever my father says about me out of this?" Tristan interrupted angrily. "He can't always be the most reliable source for information especially when he's boozed up. Second of all, Rory is twenty-four. She's old enough to make her own decisions, independent of the rest of her family."

As each insult and snide remark was thrown, I continued to down my scotch. I'm normally not a heavy drinker, but this…

Which, of course, resulted in the huge hangover that I was currently experiencing.

Great.

"Mom!" I called as I stumbled out of my room. The kitchen spun around me as I fell against the wall and slid down the floor, holding my head in my hands trying hard not to move.

"Rory? What's wrong sweetie?" Mom asked as she rubbed my back.

"I think I had one too many scotches last night," I grunted.

"Wait right here, I've got just the thing to fix you up." She said comfortingly.

Several minutes later, she came back with two aspirin, a cup of water and a mug of coffee. "Aspirin first, then coffee," She instructed.

"Are you sure this will work?" I looked up at her questioningly, immediately regretting moving my head as a new wave of nauseating dizziness washed over me.

"Oh, honey, I know all the tricks of the trade," She said with an air of smug expertise. "Like for instance, after you eat an entire pint of mayonnaise, you have to down a liter of orange juice so you don't throw up."

I stared at her and muttered, "I'm not even going to ask how you know this."

"And if you've got menstrual cramps, you can put your cat on your lower stomach."

"You never had a cat."

"My neighbors did."

I drank the aspirin and the coffee. Ten minutes later, I started to finally get a hold of my head. "Mom, that is a miracle cure."

She gave a proud smile and said, "I know, I should be a doctor, shouldn't I?"

"Uh…no."

She grinned at me and we both stayed there silent for a little while. Then she broke the silence. "So I was thinking…"

"Yes?"

"Well, I was thinking about the whole double wedding idea."

I perked up immediately, hanging onto my mother's every word.

"After much careful deliberation…"

"Uh-huh?"

She paused for a moment and smirked at me. "What, Mom? Just tell me, you can't leave me hanging like this!"

"I just want to relish in you anticipation," She replied evilly. "I should do this more often, this is fun!"

"Mom!"

"Alright. I've thought about it, and, to tell you the truth, the idea's really starting to grow on me."

"Really?" I cried out happily. "I knew you'd love it. Don't worry, the whole thing is going to be absolutely fantastic!"

"So let's go to Luke's and get some of the wedding details out of the way."

"Wait, did you run this by him?" I asked suspiciously.

"No, that's why we're going over there."

"Luke-y poo!" Mom called as she entered the diner.

"Don't call me that." He replied gruffly.

"But I think it's adorable, don't you?" She crooned as she took a stool at the bar and made faces at him.

"Stop embarrassing the man," I said as I pulled out some bridal magazines and a notebook in which I had carefully outlined all the details that we needed to take care of. "You want him to say yes to our idea, don't you?"

"Oh, right." Lorelai nodded as she sipped the coffee mug Luke placed in front of her.

Sensing something, Luke looked at us warily. "You have an idea?"

We nodded in unison.

"You two have an idea? It doesn't involve me in a pair of swimming trunks and dunk booth for the Star's Hollow Spring Festival, does it?"

Mom's eyes lit up. "Ooh, that's way better than the idea I had earlier!"

"What was the idea earlier?"

"Pies in the face."

"See, that would have been dryer."

"But much creamier." My mom waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Okay, too many double andantes (A/N- Is that how you spell it? If it's not, someone, please correct me)." I interrupted firmly. "Besides, we're getting off topic. Luke, mom wants to run another idea by you, don't you Mom?"

"Well geez, how about you just say it for me?"

"Mom!"

"Alright. Luke, Rory and I want to have a double wedding."

He paused for a moment. "A double wedding? As in you and me and Rory and Tristan getting married at the same time?"

"Yes." Mom nodded.

"I thought you two wanted to have separate weddings, and you'd be each other's matron of honor and all that jazz."

"See, see this is better, because it's way cheaper and less time consuming! Instead of having to rent the lobby of a hotel for two separate days, this is just one day."

"Not to mention, we get double the presents," I added as if it solved the matter.

"Well I like the idea," Luke said with total indifference. "Did you pass this by Tristan?"

"He was the one who came up with the it."

"Where is he?"

I felt my mouth compress in a thin, tight line as I remembered the conversation after dinner last night. "New York," I said tightly. "He had to close a business deal."

"When will he be back?"

"September."

"But that's four months!" Luke cried. I saw mom in the corner of my eye giving Luke a look telling him silently but fiercely to drop it.

After a few awkwardly silent moments, Luke muttered, "You girls want anything to eat?"

"Club sandwich," Mom said promptly and she turned to me. "What about you sweetie?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. That's alright. I have to go sample some cakes later."

"What?" Mom cried as she whipped her head to glare at me. "Why was I not informed of this?"

"You were." I replied simply as I packed my bridal magazines and notebook away in my bag. "Sookie said she told you, but you said you were on a diet to lose ten pounds before the wedding."

"But I was having one of those delirious moments!" She cried out desperately. "I didn't know I was thinking! I was probably deprived of coffee, you know this!"

"Too late. Now because she thinks she has to be a supportive friend, she won't let you near any of her comfort food until the wedding." I cackled evilly.

"No!" Lorelai cried as she banged her head against the counter.

"Bye mom, bye Luke. See you later." I waved goodbye as I made my way out of the diner.

When I was out, I began thinking about the discussion we had before dinner on Friday.

"I'm gonna miss you," Tristan whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly against him.

"Do you have to go?" I whined as I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Surprisingly, it calmed me.

"I don't want to, Mar," He whispered into my hair. "I have some business deals to finalize. I'll come back when all of this is done. And I'll call you everyday. I promise."

"Promise you won't fall in love with some gorgeous, sophisticated business woman?" I asked apprehensively.

He smiled knowingly and said, "I already have."

And he gently closed the space between us and kissed me on the lips. I tried to enjoy it, but the thought that this would be my last kiss for four months kept popping up in my mind.

I sighed as I was broken out of my reverie by a kid on a bike that nearly ran over me. Startled, I noticed that I had already reached the inn. I walked in and Sookie stood waiting there in the kitchen with the cakes.

"Oh there you are!" She cried out in her infectiously bubbly attitude that immediately lifted my spirits. "I've got the cakes all lined up and ready for sampling." She hurried to the counter and gestured to the small, rich looking brown cake. "Now this one is a moist, fudge cake, with a little bit of melted chocolate in it." She took a fork and handed it to me.

I cut off a bit and slipped it into my mouth and practically felt my knees come out from underneath me it was so good. "This one." I said without a second thought.

"But you haven't tried the other ones!"

"I don't care, I want this one."

"Rory, you have to try the other ones. I spent all morning baking them for you!"

I conceded and tried them all. There were five cakes, and after sampling each of them, I cried out "This one!" Because the taste of each cake was enough to make me forget the taste of the former. "I don't know which one to chose!" I cried.

"Why don't you get Tristan over here, he could help you out." Sookie suggested.

I shook my head and said tightly, "Tristan's in New York for business."

"Oh…okay, well then you can call Lane," Sookie said carefully sensing my distaste for discussing the topic of my currently MIA fiancé.

I smiled at her and said, "You know, Mom was just kidding about that whole diet thing."

Sookie nodded and said, "I don't know why she'd want to lose ten pounds anyway, she's already a stick. Call her in here. Oh, better yet, just take these with you." She cut slices from each of the cakes, put them on one plate and wrapped them with foil. "Here you go. Be sure to tell her that the red velvet cake has a lot of rum in it, so you shouldn't choose that one unless you want your guests getting really tipsy."

I nodded. "Thanks Sookie." I kissed her on the cheek and left the inn.

A/N- Sorry I had to get rid of Tristan. I had to. You'll see later. Please review!