I feel Finn's arms come around me as Luke laughs. "What just happened?" he whispers in my ear.

I shrug. "I'm not entirely sure. Maybe we finally broke him?"

Luke moves around the corner towards Mom, and pulls her into a tight hug that she carefully returns. "You okay babe?" Mom asks, pulling back to meet Luke's eyes.

He nods, shaking his head. "Please don't tell me that you actually believed he wanted to make her a library so she would visit more often." He says to Mom, glancing at Finn and I. "I mean, Lorelai, even I admitted to myself that he was lying through his teeth about that, and I go out of my way not to admit to the fact that they do more than stand there with there arms wrapped around one another."

Mom stares at me blankly. "But…he's a boy!" she points at Finn. "My baby can't live with a boy!"

Luke takes her chin softly, and meets her eyes. "You live with a boy."

"She's only twenty-one!"

"They're in love." He pauses.

"She's not done school yet." Mom clips, and looks at me. "You're not done school yet. You were going to stay in New Haven until you finished Yale. You don't want to commute."

I bite my lip. "The house is five minutes from my end of Campus." I pause. "Walking."

She blinks rapidly a few times, processing the information carefully. "You were in New Haven this week?" she asks calmly.

"We were." I shrug.

"Is Logan around? He gave me the impression that you beyond the reach of normal communication devices. To me, that means not accessible by normal means without risk of danger to one's health."

Rory sighs. "You don't want to hear the answer to that question Mom."

"To whether or not Logan is around so I can strangle the boy who hid my daughter from me this week?"

I feel Finn lean down and softly kiss my neck before replying. "To whether or not Logan thought it would be possible to contact us without endangering his sanity even further."

Luke nods. "Lorelai, drop it."

"But he stole my child!" she pauses, pointing at Finn. "Again!"

I wince. "He did not! I told him to take me away! We talked about this not five minutes ago Mom."

"Lorelai, calm down." Luke offers. "Everything is okay, Rory's here, Finn's here, everything is set up for tonight, and for tomorrow. Let's just all sit down, I'll get you some coffee, and we'll relax until we have to start getting ready for dinner."

We all move to a table, and Luke goes to get the coffee. "You said you understood." I say softly.

"I said nothing of the sort. I distinctly recall you distracting me." I tilt my head at her. "Yeah. You're right." She mutters.

"Is it my turn to apologize now?" Finn asks.

I turn in my chair to face him. "What are you apologizing for?"

His eyes twinkle a bit. "Future mistakes?"

"Finn, what did you do?" Luke clips, placing coffee mugs in front of Mom and I, along with a carafe.

Mom points at the carafe as Luke sits next to her. "What is this?"

"It's a coffee carafe." He mutters.

"Why is it on our table?"

"So that when you run out of coffee you can pour yourself more."

I bite my lip. "You got Mom a carafe for the diner?" I ask carefully when I realize her eyes are tearing up.

He glances at Mom, and then glances back at me. "Yeah, I did." He admits.

Mom reaches up slowly and pulls his face down to kiss him softly. "It's perfect." She whispers as they break apart, and I feel Finn's arm wrap around my shoulders.

Luke shrugs. "It's just a thermos." He mutters.

She shakes her head softly. "No, it's not." She smiles. "It's more, and the fact that you don't even realize how much it means makes it worth that much more."

I reach over and grab Finn's hand, squeezing it tightly, and then smile at Mom. "You really did find your perfect guy." I smile.

She nods slowly, and takes a few deep breaths before glancing at Luke. "Thanks for reminding me why I'm marrying you."

He nods. "Any time."

She glances at me, and suddenly her eyes narrow. "Are those new jeans?"

"Of all the things she could possibly have asked, she had to comment on the clothes." I mutter darkly to Finn.

"Don't give me that Rory, did he buy you new clothes again?"

"Only because it was easier than us trying to track the clothes we wore to the house on Monday down."

"Mommy did not need to hear that."

"Mommy's the one who asked if I was wearing new jeans."