Luke was sitting at the kitchen table doing some paper work when he heard a knock on the door. Lorelai was still upstairs in bed so he pushed the chair away from the table and stood up, walking quickly to the front door. He swung it open and was met by an older woman in a bright skirt and loose top. She also had a large scarf thrown over one shoulder.
"Bonjour!" She greeted. She opened her arms out and posed flamboyantly. She looked at the man that had opened the door and relaxed her pose. "Who are you?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Who are you?" Luke mimicked.
"I'm Aunt Hope, now I ask again, who are you?"
"I'm Luke"
"That's nice dear but what are you doing answering Lorelai's door at seven o'clock in the morning?"
"I live here"
"Did Lorelai move?"
"No"
"Well where is the petit darling then?"
"Huh?"
"Where is Lorelai? And Rory! Of course Rory, I nearly forgot the darling Rory"
"Lorelai's still in bed and Rory's living in New York"
"Well I'm staying for a couple of days, aren't you going to let me in?" Luke took and step back and Hope strode through the door and off into the house. "Don't forget my bags darling!" She shouted back. Luke's jaw dropped at the mountain of bags left on the porch.
After Luke had carried all six of Hope's heavy bags into the foyer, he searched the ground floor for the mad Aunt. He found her in the kitchen poking the coffee maker.
"How do you work this thing?"
"I'll make you some" Luke quickly fixed the machine that Hope had inadvertently broken and then proceeded to make his new relative a cup of coffee. A couple of minutes later he handed her a mug of the steaming hot liquid that Lorelai was addicted to. He know knew where she inherited it from.
"stupéfiant!" She cried out, causing Luke to jump slightly.
"Huh?"
"This coffee is bien! Where did you learn to make coffee like this darling?"
"I, uh, own a diner," He answered
"I haven't had a good coffee since I was in Paris! This tiny little café has the most amazing coffee, and the most amazing waiters, so hunky!" Hope winked at Luke, making him blush.
"Lorelai's addicted to the stuff"
"Yes, so she should be"
"I think I'll just go get her" Luke practically ran out of the room and up the stairs. It was now Luke's turn to shake Lorelai awake.
"You better have a very good reason for waking me" She mumbled, her eyes still closed.
"Your Aunt is downstairs" Lorelai opened her eyes.
"Aunt Hope?" Luke nodded. Lorelai threw her covers off her and pulled her dressing gown on. Luke then followed her downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Hope!"
"Darling!" The two hugged tightly then pulled back. "Look and you darling, so joli!"
"Merci!" Lorelai replied. "You're looking well too"
"It's the French air darling, does wonders for the skin"
"I bet it does" Lorelai laughed.
"Now, who is this gorgeous young thing you've managed to catch?" Hope motioned towards Luke, standing awkwardly in the entrance
"That's my husband Luke"
"Husband! When? Where? Why wasn't I invited?"
"Just over a month at my inn and I sent you an invitation, you must have moved again and not told me"
"Well congratulations anyway, I hope you'll be very happy and satisfied together"
"Thank you" Hope leaned toward Lorelai and whispered in her ear.
"How is he in bed?" Lorelai laughed.
"The answer to that is going to stay between me, Luke and our bed sheets," She whispered back.
"That good huh?" Hope looked at Luke and winked again.
"Ah jeez" Luke mumbled.
"Luke, isn't it about time you went to the diner?" Lorelai saved Luke from any further embarrassment.
"Yeah, will I see you for lunch?"
"Don't know, me and Hope will probably have lunch at the Dragonfly"
"Okay, see you later" Luke gave Lorelai a quick peck on the lips. He would have given her a better goodbye kiss but it was too weird to dot it in front of the watchful eyes of Aunt Hope. She reminded Luke of a couple of flamboyant over dressed gossip queens in Stars Hollow.