It was two days after the proposal. Two wonderful, fabulous days, full of secret smiles and laughter between Luke and Lorelai, and Lorelai and Rory. Rory, being the good kid, confessed to conspiring with Luke. Lorelai had found she couldn't even pretend to get mad. She was too happy; too often did a big, dopey smile adorn her face.
They'd decided not to tell the town right away;Lorelai was enjoying having such a glorious secret, and Luke was, well, still the anti-town-socialization Luke. This did cause a problem as to what to do with the ring. Rory's suggestion finally worked-Lorelai wore it on her pinky finger, a la Sandra Bullock.
As Rory pointed out, this was "very Hollywood", and Lorelai readily agreed. Luke rolled his eyes.
But back to the two days. It was two days after the proposal when Luke brought up the subject of her parents. The princesses of Stars Hollow were perched on barstools at the counter in Luke's, close to closing time, discussing wedding plans and bursting into giggles anytime a particularly funny suggestion was made, or a straggling customer came in, and the talk had to cease.
One such straggler had finally straggled out the door, and Lorelai had turned to Rory, about to pose a question about wedded bliss, no doubt. Luke interrupted.
"When are we going to tell your parents?"
Silence.
Lorelai cocked her head to the side, as though she hadn't heard properly. Rory, however, had known this was bound to come up. Things like this do when your mother is engaged to Mr. Responsibility. So she just stared at Lorelai, waiting for The Reaction.
"Do we have to?" she finally asked.
"Don't you want to get it over with, Mom? Remember how…" Rory began, and then stopped short, figuring it wouldn't be good to bring up Max.
So it was decided. They'd go over to Friday night dinner that week-all three of them. Then, midway through the first course, as Lorelai dictated, they'd "drop the H-bomb".
"You mean the W-bomb" Rory corrected.
"For Wedding…" she went on.
"Yeah, got it the first time, Rory," snapped Luke.
Rory looked at him, surprised. The unflappable Luke seemed a little unhinged at the prospect of announcing the engagement to Mr. and Mrs. Hitler.
A/N: Sorry, it's short, and has basically no plot. I'm getting sorta bored, so if yall have any suggestions, or even wild hopes and dreams, I'll take them into consideration. Hope everyone understood the Sandra Bullock reference:)