A/N: Now, now, get your minds out of the gutter! The cat was NOT doing what a few of you thought it was doing. It was there. For no apparent reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, anything they reference, or anything I reference.
Two weeks after the socks incident, Luke ran excitedly up to Lorelai's door.
"Yo," she answered. Luke looked at her oddly.
"That was odd," he said.
"Hi? Me? Oddness is a requirement," she said.
"True," he conceded.
"Hey, if that's a crack at my normalcy…well then, okay," she replied, letting him in. "What's up?"
"I am no longer married to Nicole!" he announced, a big smile coming over his face.
"Yay… wait, that is a yay, right?" she ascertained.
"No…this is a 'yay', he replied, swooping Lorelai up and kissing her.
"Yay," she breathed.
Later, they were sitting in the diner, arguing about cheeseburgers.
"That's five more years off your life, Lorelai," said Luke.
"Why do you care?" she asked, half-irritably.
"Because….Lorelai, will you marry me?" he asked suddenly, and so seriously she knew he wasn't joking.
"Fine!" she said. There was a long pause as she registered two things. "Oh, my God! I'm turning into my mother!" she cried, remembering that her mother had responded to her father's proposal the exact same way. And then…"Oh, my God, we're getting married! Luke "Table for one" Danes and Lorelai "Hey, can I get an industrial forklift for all my emotional baggage" Gilmore are getting married!" she cried, oblivious to the fact that the entire diner was listening.
"Yep," said Luke happily.
"I'm gonna go call Rory!" she said, and skipped out of the diner. Then, she stuck her head back in. "Luke?" she called. "As soon as I get my wedding dress, I'm going to try it on every night!"
"Huh?" he asked, totally confused.
"My God, I am turning into my mother," Lorelai said to herself. "Never mind!" she called to Luke. "I better call Rory before Patty does!"