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Author's Note: Thanks to all who read and reviewed the last chapter. I appreciated it. Sorry about the shortness of the last chapter, I had a busy week and didn't have a whole lot of time. I'll try to make this one longer! 

"The Love Letters"

I reached in and took out a small cedar box next that had a lock on it. It was one of those boxes that you find in a souvenir shop when you visit the coast. There was an envelope on the front and when I opened it, it contained a note and a small silver key. I opened the note and read,

I thought you would like these. Your father doesn't know I still have them and I'm sure these will provide you with enough teasing material for a lifetime. These are letters your father sent me before we were married. There are a few from after we were married, including the last one I think you will enjoy. I included these in this chest so you could know how madly in love I have always been with him and also in hopes that these may help you to know your father a little better as well. He has not always been the solemn business man you know. I hope you enjoy these letters as much as I have.

I smiled and turned the key in the box. It smelled of cedar and dried roses. Each letter was carefully preserved, and there were three or four corsages still with the pearl pins tucked inside as well. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone—was I really about to read love letters from my father to my mother? My dad—a romantic? I opened the first one and began to read.

My Darling, Darling, Emmy

Two weeks my love, two weeks since I became an engaged man and I am the happiest man in the universe. I keep walking past the hallowed place where you agreed to become my wife. I admit, it wasn't the most romantic proposal ever given, but ever since you said "Fine!" I haven't stopped smiling. I am so madly in love with you my darling future wife and can't wait until I can see you walking down the aisle, take your hand and become your husband. You are everything to me.

I love you more every second!

Your ever-faithful,

Richard

Okay—I am not in the Twilight Zone—I am now inventing a new Twilight Zone dimension. This is my father? The man who provides AT&T stockholders with mansions? The man who invented the business trip? I opened the next letter and read—a letter celebrating three weeks of their engagement. Another one he wrote just after he had seen a sunset and been reminded of Mom. This was unbelievable. I opened another and started to read.

Darling Angel of my Heart,

It is Christmas time my love and I am sitting in the café eating breakfast before classes. It has now been eight whole days since I last saw you and I am counting the hours until we can be together again. I was thinking this morning of how at this time next year we will be man and wife and be spending Christmas together. Oh my love, Christmas takes on new meaning when I think of that. You are the grandest gift I could ever receive. You have made me so eternally happy. I now know that I truly never loved Linny Lott. I never knew what love was until your angel presence entered my world. You are my reason for being, your love has given me wings. Next year at this time we will have our own Christmas tree in our own house, but the angel on top of the tree can not hope to match your beauty and the lights on the tree can not hope to match the light you have brought into my life. See you soon my little Angel, until we see each other again I remain,

Your missing-you-with-all-my-heart,

Richard

Oh my goodness—my father was a sap! I felt like I was in another world—my parent's world and for the first time in such a very, very long time, I wanted to be there. I took another note and began to read.

Darling Emmypoo,

I am sitting in Chemistry class and can think of nothing but the chemistry that is in my heart whenever I think of you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world,

Loving you more with each thought,

The Luckiest Guy in the world

"Emmypoo?" Oh my father is so never going to live this down. I chuckle to myself as I open another note.

My Beautiful Emmy,

Twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours until I will become your husband. Oh my love, I write this letter to you as I sit here looking at my newly pressed tuxedo. I am so excited I can hardly stand it, and more nervous than I have ever been in my life. Am I nervous to be married to you? Oh my dear girl, being married to you only fills me with elated joy. I am nervous because I do not know if I can be the man you need me to be. Can I provide for you? Can I protect you and give you everything your heart desires. You are my hearts desire my dearest bride, and it is my greatest wish in the world that I be the kind of man you need. I love you more than anything in the world. My darling, I know you have expressed in the past your feelings that my mother doesn't care for you. I do not what my mother feels. If she doesn't like you, it is only because she doesn't know you and does not know what happiness you have brought to her son. Dearest Heart, don't give my mother one more thought. It changes nothing of how I feel about you. I love you so very much. Tomorrow we will start a new life, and it will be the most glorious one only if I can spend every day of it with you.

Your Eternal Husband in twenty-three hours and seven minutes,

Richard

Strangely, I felt a tear drip from my eye. It was beautiful—it was sappy, but it was beautiful. He loved her, and she loved him. How many people could say that about their parents? All I could do was grip and complain about my situation when I had never stop to count the blessing that I had parents who loved each other. I read on, reading letters he had sent her on business trips and other times he was away. Finally, I opened the last one in the stack.

My Angel Wife,

I write this letter as I am sitting in a room looking at you. You are asleep, you are rather pale, have no make-up on, and your hair is mussed and you have never looked more beautiful. Can it be possible for one heart to feel this much love? Sleeping in a little bed next to you is our six-hour old daughter. She is so beautiful—just like you, with lots of lovely black hair. I am so proud of you, my little Emmy, and I am so grateful to you for giving me this precious gift—little Lorelai. As I write this letter my heart is full of joy and also of anxiety—now I have two women—two precious women that mean more to me than life itself. Can I be the kind of father this little creature needs? I only pray that this little girl grows up knowing what an angel mother she has. My darling wife, I love you so very, very much. Thank you for being you, thank you for giving me the most beautiful daughter—this creation of our love. I cherish her as I cherish you my darling girl.

With all the love in my heart,

The Happiest Daddy in the Universe

I put down the letter, and cover my mouth with my hand.

"Oh my," I whisper, as tears drip down my cheeks.