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Last time on Dreams, Engagements, and Gilbert:
Lorelai could feel the tears spring up in her eyes after reading the list and after looking up met the hopeful eyes of her daughter. "So, you think I'm doing the right thing?" She asked shakily. Rory only nodded her head and smiled, tears forming in her own eyes.
"As soon as possible."
"I'll do it tonight." Lorelai smiled as the door to her office opened.
"I hope it's after our date…" Came the voice of the intruder. Rory's eyes automatically bulged as she quickly stuffed Lorelai's list in her pocket, the rustling of paper as obvious as a daisy in field of roses.
"Lorelai…" Max said, moving to stand next to her. "Why are you crying?" Lorelai stretched her arms towards him and he automatically embraced her, her crying beginning to escalate. Rory took this time to hurriedly grab her list from her mother's desk and flee the scene, closing the door softly behind her as she scurried away. "Lorelai?" Max questioned, pulling back to examine her face. "What the hell's goin on?"
"We have to talk." Lorelai managed to get out through the tears. "You might wanna sit down…"
Across town Luke had just finished gluing the goat to the chuppah, standing back to admire his masterpiece. As he ran his hands along the stained wood a feeling of dread seemed to overcome him and for a moment he imagined that he and Lorelai would be the one's standing under it next weekend. 'Woah!' He exclaimed to himself. 'What's there to woah about?' Came his own mind in response. 'You love her don't you?'
"Yeah." He replied aloud. 'Then you'd marry her.'
"I wouldn't go that far." He mumbled. 'Who the hell are you trying to kid, you're having a conversation with yourself for God's sake. Quit being such a damn puss and just fess up to the fact that you love her and if given the chance you'd marry her. Hell you'd die for her or Rory either one. Admit it damn it, you love her!"
"Alright, alright!" He exclaimed, gripping the chuppah in both hands. "You're right damn it." 'Well then say it.'
As Luke opened his mouth to speak a voice nervously cleared their throat behind him. He turned to see Gypsy staring at him as if he'd grown a second head. "I just came for a blow torch." She explained, moving past him quickly and leaving without saying another word. For that Luke was grateful, but now he was frustrated. There would be no doubt now that word would spread that Luke Danes had finally lost it.
"All this misery just to see her smile." He said aloud, but then imagined her face when he unloaded it tonight. 'Yeah, it was worth it.'
A/N: I know this is extremely short and I apologize, but think of it as the beginning of wonderful things to come, ok. Oh and don't forget to REVIEW!