Chapter Eleven

Luke's side of the events…

For the second time recently, Luke found himself striding towards Lorelai's house, thinking about that other home he'd purchased for them. He felt pride when he realized this was a usual thing-he'd get Caesar and Lane to close, then head over, carrying some sack full of Luke's food.

Yes, he considered, making this nightly homecoming a permanent thing would be perfect. For Luke, who took pride in not planning anything more than two days in advance, this was major. He was setting himself up for disappointment through his expectations, but the thing was…it's Lorelai. She makes all his risks worth it. "What a sap!" he thought to himself.

He stepped up on her porch and lifted his hand to ring the doorbell, when suddenly, the door swung open. There was Lorelai, in all her beautiful glory, standing with a rather surprised look on her own face. She stared at him, he stared at her. As he was about to speak…

"Luke, I love you"

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Lorelai's side of the events…

"Okay, days like these demand my Rory!" Lorelai exclaimed to no one in particular. She'd finally arrived home after that hectic day at the inn, and was beginning to regret inviting Luke over. I'm so tired, should I really do this tonight? Gosh! Even her mind was whining. She chided herself-this is Luke, who makes everything perfect, even on her worst days. If she needed to see anyone, it was Luke.

Once in her bedroom, she glanced at the clock-6:15-while dialing Rory's number.

"Hello?" Rory's voice rang out clearly.

"Tonight's the night. I'm telling him tonight," Lorelai said.

"Is one 'hello, kid nice to hear your voice!' too hard?" Rory teased.

"Sorry, hi kiddo! How's life in the Ivy League?"

"Eh, winding down for summer, thankfully. Days go by…"

"Thank you Keith"

"Who?"

"Urban!"

"WHO?"

"He's a country singer, Aussi," Lorelai informed her daughter.

"Mom, due to your intense hatred of country music, I find this appalling. I don't want to know.."

"Moving on then… I'm telling Luke those three all important words tonight"

"Nice transition!"

"Seriously Rory!"

"Mom, I'm really proud of you. This is big and amazing and I'm totally happy for you. Honest," Rory said, meaningfully.

"But, what if…?" Here Lorelai voiced her primary concern. "What if he doesn't feel the same way, or isn't ready to say it?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Behind Rory, Logan entered her bedroom. She turned, surprised, and then saw the time.

"Paris let me in," he mouthed.

"Ok, one sec" she mouthed back.

Continuing to Lorelai, "The entire Stars Hollow populace has seen it forever Mom. He's been ready for eight years! He loves you. Simple"

The other line was silent, then Lorelai let out a breath she'd been holding in since-well, who knows how long?

"Okay then, I can totally do this!"

"Yes you can!"

"Alright, I'm gonna get ready. Wait! What should I wear?"

"That new red dress we got a couple weekends ago, hair curly…"

"Okay"

Another pause.

"Are you sure he loves me too?"

"Positive, now go get ready, Mom. I've gotta run. I'm already late for a date with Logan"

"Okay, have fun, thanks!"

As she hung up, Lorelai sighed. That boy was trouble.

Lorelai was completely calm the entire time getting dressed, curling her hair, applying make-up flawlessly. However, when seven o'clock was only a few minutes away, she got nervous. Everything Rory'd said flew out the window, and anticipation mounted within her. The suspense was killing her, and she paced nervously in front of her door, waiting Luke.

Unfortunantly, Lorelai Gilmore does not always have the best timing. Hence, the sight of Luke was the straw that broke this camel's back. So she told him that she loved him in the doorway. How very unromantic.

Coming Up-Luke's reaction, more secrecy between Rory and Luke, Lorelai's lunch with Richard, and a surprise visit from…who? Haha, I know! Hope y'all are all enjoying it, and I really hope it actually makes sense! More very soon!