The Gilmore-Grey Union Book II: The Homecoming

By Michael Weyer

POV: Rory

I'm flying home today.

With my husband.

My. Husband.

No matter how many times I run this through my head, I still can't believe it. I'm married. I'm married to a guy I met while drunk so I have no idea what my wedding night was like, which I don't think is the right way at all.

And now we've got to keep it up until we get home. Home to where Mom is waiting with Luke and Grandma and Grandpa and by now Miss Patty has spread the story so the whole town knows about Rory Gilmore's latest descent from golden girl to Hester Prime.

I take a look at Vincent as he sips his soda. He wanted something stronger and so did I but it's a non-alcohol flight. I guess it's better that way since the last time we got some alcohol…well, no need to go there.

Vincent catches my look and gives me that nice smile of his. "You sure you're okay with me? Not your…Logan?"

I take a deep breath. I was not at all happy with Logan trying to pay off Vincent to drop this whole thing. I can't believe he could do something so absolutely stupid and childish. Acting like Vincent just wanted money to end this whole thing is way too much like his father and that really pissed me off.

So we had a talk…okay, we had a screaming match and the long and short of it is that we're on a "break" for a while. Maybe we'll be able to smooth it over once Vincent and I deal with this. Maybe we won't. Right now, I've got much bigger problems on my mind."

"No, no, it's fine," I tell him. "He'll get his own flight back. He can afford it a lot more."

"I guess he can," Vincent says as she shuffles in his seat. "So…what am I in for?"

"Scuse me?"

"Your mom. What's she like?"

I take a breath. "Well, she's more like my best friend than my mom. She broke away from my grandparents to raise me on her own and she's done pretty well. She runs an inn in our town, Stars Hollow."

He nods. "What about your dad?"

I look down. "He, ah….he wasn't really around much. He stops by now and then and my grandma still labors under the delusion he and Mom are meant to be but…" I shake my head. "He's not father material. Not like Luke."

"Luke?"

"He runs a diner in town that we've been going to forever and has the BEST coffee ever made by human hands." I smile as I speak. "He and his mom had this whole flirtation thing going for a while and they've finally gotten together."

"Ah, so wedding bells in the future?" He immediately blanches. "Shit, I can't believe I just said that."

I shrug. "I guess they're moving to that. But…me and Mom…well, we haven't spoken much lately." I bring my arms around me and look to him. "So, how about your family?" Rory Gilmore, master of the smooth segue.

He accepts it and talks. "Dad died when I was a teenager. My mom works for the Department of Children and Family Services in Hartford. Amy, my sister, is a judge in family court. My older brother, Peter, runs the family insurance business. He's got a wife, Gillian and two kids, a boy and a girl. Oh and Lauren, Amy's daughter."

I think about this and frown. "You know, most people find out about each other's families before they get married." My frown deepens. "Oh, God, we're Dharma and Greg. Only, I'm not a quirky tall blonde."

"Never been a fan of that type," he says with that nice smile again. I return and settle back in my chair. "So, how is your mom going to take this?" he goes on.

I shake my head. "Not well. However, as bad as she is, my grandmother is going to give it to you even worse."

"Really?"

"Yep. I'm convinced Amnesty International has her on a list somewhere."

He snorts. "If she is, then my mom is right behind her. As for Amy…" He gives a shrug. "She's a judge so there you go…"

I nod in sympathy. "So, we're gonna be grilled?"

"Like a buffet at the Sizzler."

"Well, wait until you get to Star's Hollow itself. You're going to be the center of attention."

"That bad?"

"Mayberry would be considered a metropolis compared to us."

"Gotcha." He sips his drink again and shakes his head. "I'm really sorry for putting you through this."

"Hey, it was my fault as much as yours. I chose to get drunk and somehow chose you so I'm to blame as well."

"Somehow, I doubt that explanation is gonna fly well with my family," Vincent states.

"I know the feeling." I sit back and gaze out the window, wondering if it's too late to try to hijack the plane to Florida and hid out in the Keys for the rest of my life. And I wonder why the idea of hanging on an island with Vincent is so appealing for a moment.