The wind was blowing lightly as Lorelai sat at a patio table out back at the Dragonfly. It was peaceful, occasionally being interrupted by the cries of a baby when the kitchen door was opened. Sookie had insisted on cooking for this 'special occasion'; hence, Martha was sitting in her bouncy chair while Mommy fawned over the lunch preparations.
Michel was at his post when a businessman walked through the front door and glanced around expectantly.
"May I help you sir?" Michel asked.
"Yes, I'm meeting my daughter, Lorelai, here for lunch…" Richard began.
"Oh, she's out back on the patio. Right this way sir," Michel said, a bit disagreeably.
He realized this was Richard Gilmore, the man his boss hated so. Besides, Michel despises men in bowties. They're fishy.
Richard smiled as he spotted his daughter, looking peaceful.
After greetings, small talk and drink orders, Lorelai eyed her father expectantly.
"So Dad, spill. What's the hidden agenda?"
"Hidden agenda? Lorelai Gilmore, can I not simply have lunch with my daughter on a pleasant afternoon?" asked Richard, feigning shock.
Lorelai shot him a Look.
"Not if you're a Gilmore you can't!"
Here Richard paused and inhaled, choosing his words.
"Lorelai, your mother and I would like to reconcile with you. Truth be told, we both miss you, and would like to work on our relationship. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm, ah, going to go now. I have an appointment. Yes, an appointment, goodbye"
Lorelai sat there, glued to her plastic chair. She was speechless, a rare event in the Gilmore girls' lives. Once he'd left, she began to think of any plausible reason they wanted to reconcile. None came to mind. Perhaps they'd taken her advice and finally hired a therapist…
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Late that Friday afternoon, Lorelai stumbled into the diner and hopped onto her favorite barstool. After a quick kiss from Luke, she ordered a coffee and took out her phone to call Rory. They needed to discuss that lunch. Blatantly ignoring the No Cell Phones sign, she pressed send. Rory picked up on the first ring, and told her mother to look to her left.
"What's this some sort of…" Lorelai began.
Rory sat a few stools down, phone to her ear.
"Rory! Love of my life, fruit of my loin, what are you doing here? I'm so happy to see you!" Lorelai yelped as she leapt at her daughter.
As they hugged, Rory shot a smile at Luke, who returned it. The plan was in action…
Soon the hugging subsided, and they moved to a table to order. Rory explained that she'd finished up some packing and was bringing more boxes home, keeping in line with their gradual moving home plan.
"Let's have a movie night then! What do you want to watch? Which types of candy?" Lorelai asked, mentally planning. Suddenly she interrupted herself. "Shoot, Luke and I have a date tonight! Ah, what should I do?"
"Go with him, Mom. Then you can come home and we'll finish up with a movie. It's like, a baby-movie-night. A mini-movie night. All the fun, half the calories! You'll like it!" Rory made up.
"Hm, ok," Lorelai considered. "Afterall, I do get to spend time with my two most favorite people in the world, besides Barbara Walters."
Lorelai answered the door that night wearing a pale blue dress and high heels, dressed to kill. Not that she wanted to kill Luke. She was in love with him!
"Hey, ready to go?" Luke asked. "You look beautiful" he added.
"Sure! Bye kiddo!" she called to Rory.
Once out the door, she looked for Old Trusty, Luke's truck.
"Where's Old Trusty?"
"My truck," Luke said, emphasizing the word Truck over Trusty, "is at home. We're walking."
"But, my heels…" Lorelai trailed off, seeing the look on Luke's face. Apparently they would walk.
After takng a shortcut through the woods, they arrived in front of the Dragonfly, which was lit by twinkle lights that Lorelai did not remember having been put up.
"Luke, what are we doing at the inn?" asked Lorelai, with a half-smile. She was inexplicably happy, but honestly had no idea why her boyfriend had brought her to her own place of work.
When he didn't reply she continued, "Is it bring your signifigant other to work day?"
He took her hand and silently led her onto the porch, and had he not been so nervous, he would have laughed at the look of sweet confusion on Lorelai's face.
Slowly, he knealt down on one knee and fished a small black box out of his pocket. Once he opened it, Lorelai's eyes grew huge, and she found herself incapable of making any noise.
"Lorelai Gilmore, I love you. Will you marry me?" he asked, smiling up at her.
Tears streaming down her face, Lorelai nodded.
"Yes, Luke, I'd be honored," she whispered to him shyly as she pulled him up. He gently slid the ring onto her finger and she let out a sob of joy.
As she kissed him, then hugged him so tightly that Luke began to question whether he'd actually live till the wedding, realization dawned on her.
"We're on the porch. The porch of the Dragonfly!" she exclaimed, still crying.
He nodded, pleased she was getting the signifigance.
"This is where this," she motioned between them, "All began…"
"Exactly one year ago tonight," Luke finished for her.
However, this part had thrown her off. She hadn't realized it was the one year anniversary of the test run, of their great kiss-kisses, actually.
"This is perfect. You're perfect, and gosh! Who knew Luke Danes was so romantic?" she mumered.
Another though hit her.
"I'm gonna be Lorelai Danes" she whispered excitedly. Luke nodded, smiling.
"Mrs. Backwards Baseball Hat!"
Author's Note-Yes, I'm that nice:) Hope you enjoyed this chappy-there's still more to come:)