As we make our way onto the yacht, Logan taps me on the shoulder. "How likely is it that they're going to stop dancing any time soon?" he asks carefully, indicating Rory and Lorelai.

I lift an eyebrow. "You aren't actually asking me that, are you? You've known Rory for more than a year now. Her mum just got engaged to the man she's always thought of as a father. They're flying so high right now they may never come down."

"They're going to scare the crew Finn."

I snort. "Right, because the simultaneous parasailing wasn't going to do that."

"Yes, but they're going to scare them before we set out. They'll be able to get away."

"Offer them more money."

"I'd rather have you go and try to convince Rory and Lorelai to stop singing."

I sigh. "Have I ever given any indication to you that I in any way have any control over how they act when they get together? Because if I have, I'm sorry, I don't. I really, truly don't."

"Does Luke?"

"Not unless he brought coffee. Even then it would only last until the coffee was gone."

"So you're saying what, exactly?"

I grin. "Go with it." I pat him on the shoulder, and move towards the jubilant pair. I approach Rory, and drop a kiss on her shoulder. "Just because Logan told me to, I'm informing the two of you that he thinks you're scaring the crew."

Lorelai pauses. "So? Tell him to pay them more."

"I did."

"I'm getting married Finn!" she cries, and pulls me away from Rory. As we dance around the deck, she smiles carefully. "Luke is going to ask you to stand up with him." She offers.

I carefully spin her, and when she turns back, I lift an eyebrow. "What about Jess?"

"Luke likes you more."

"Luke doesn't like me Lorelai, he puts up with me."

"That may have been true before, but you helped him arrange this proposal. We talked about it last night. You're family. You should be in the wedding."

"I'm your daughter's boyfriend." I remind her. "I'm not family."

"Yet." She smiles broadly as I dip her.

"What's that supposed to mean, exactly?"

"That I may be a mother but I'm not blind." She pauses, and pulls me to a stop. "Finn, just listen to me. The pace at which the two of you clicked scared the crap out of me. It really did. All of a sudden, you were jetting off to Europe for the weekend, hopping over to Australia for the day."

"We've told you that Australia is more about my mum."

"Doesn't matter. My baby girl was being pulled into the world I ran away from like a bat out of hell."

"Not quite."

"I know that now. I really do, but when you first started dating, and Rory called me from Ireland saying that she might not make it to Friday dinner because you were positive Logan wasn't going to let you on the plane home and your own plane couldn't be there until the next day? It didn't occur to me that it was because you had painted his plane to look like a giant purple people eater."

"THEY DID WHAT?" Logan's voice screams from not far away.

Oh bloody hell. He was never supposed to find out about that… "Mate, just calm down. It was months ago. We fixed it." After we took pictures.

"Finn, you told me nothing happened on that trip. That the reason the pilot called saying there was a delay was because of water on the runways."

I shrug. "I lied. I do that. They weren't finished putting everything back."

I notice Lorelai has backed away, her eyes wide. "Oops." She offers, and then hurries away.

Steph approaches from behind Logan. "What's wrong?" she glances between us.

I sigh. "Huntz just found that his plane has, in the past resembled a –

"You told him WHAT?" Rory's voice shouts from the other end of the yacht.

I wince. Now why would Lorelai go and tell Rory about this? That's just not healthy. I glance at Steph again. "One-eyed, one-horned, giant purple people eater wearing an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka-dot bikini." I deadpan.

I see her tense as she tries not to laugh. "Jesus Finn. Why would you go and do that?"

I feel Rory come up beside me. "You'd be surprised at the power of Guinness." She offers.

"YOU WERE DRUNK?" Logan shouts.

"Oh, calm down Logan." Rory clips. "It was in May. We did it, we took pictures of it, and then we fixed it. You didn't notice then, and you wouldn't have ever known if my mom hadn't brought it up. You're freaking out Lane again with tales of globetrotting. It's bad enough that you've got this ridiculous parasailing plot; can we please try to pretend we're normal for the rest of the day? You can lay into us about it when we get back to New Haven."

He seems to almost deflate. "You owe me Ace."

"I do not. It was a joke, it's not like we hurt anyone with it." I glance down to meet her eyes. "Are you parasailing with us?"

I shrug. "Not sure."

She nods, and pulls my head down, touching her lips to mine. "I'm going to go back to my mom now." She whispers.

I kiss her lightly. "Have fun love." She walks away, and I turn back to Huntz. "You alright mate?"

"Pissed, but sure, why not?" he sighs. "I need to go talk to the captain, get us underway." He walks away, muttering softly to himself.

Steph grins at me. "You should really talk to Lorelai about things like that. I'm willing to bet she knows a few more things that the two of you conveniently neglected to tell Logan about. Colin too."

I groan. "Dammit pet, you just had to remind me." I turn abruptly, and hurry in the direction of Lorelai and Rory."

I'm nearly there when Luke beckons me over. "I figure Lorelai talked to you." he offers.

I sit down across from him. "She did." I pause. "You don't have to do this mate. If you want to ask Jess or your brother-in-law –

"You've met TJ. Would you want TJ standing up with you when you marry Rory?"

I start. "When? Why are you and Lorelai so convinced that it's a when and not an if?"

He meets my eyes. "Isn't it?" he pauses. "I've been in love with Lorelai for a very long time. When she finally chose me, I was hooked. I know it was a little different for you, but trust me. When a Gilmore Girl decides you're it, you don't get to choose anymore."

I sigh. "Nothing is certain until it happens." I offer. "I learnt that very young."

He shrugs. "When I was a teenager, my parents died. Not at the same time, but nonetheless, they were gone. Rory's never talked about it, but every once in a while, I can see it in your eyes. You lost someone close to you, and it's made you afraid to dream. You live in the now."

I breathe deeply. "My baby sister died in a surfing accident when she was fourteen. She was on track to be a true star."

He nods. "I'm sure Rory has already told you this, but your sister wouldn't have wanted you to stop dreaming for yourself."

I smile. "Now I know why they both love you so much." I offer. "You're quite good with reminding people of what's important."

"So will you stand with me?"

I close my eyes, and then open them to look across at Rory. "I will." I whisper.