A/N: Short, wrap up chapter to end this story. For good, this time. Takes place a month after the first chapter.
She always thought she's never noticed.
But she's never been great at lying, especially to herself, so she can't deny that's she's known every second since the day they met. She used to avoid it, used to back away from anything too great to handle. Not anymore. Not today.
It was a month ago today that she first sat at the kitchen table and wondered how he was the center of her life. A month ago today, she first acknowledged that he was her sun, her moon, her stars, her world.
It was the coffee, she's sure. Nobody can protest now when she says that coffee controls everything. Because she's right, you see. Coffee was the reason she met Luke, and as of now, Luke is pretty much her reason for everything.
She remembers sitting at her kitchen table and thinking about Max and Luke, comparing the two. That had been the start of everything. That had been the day when she realized that nobody could hold a candle to Luke's bonfire. And look at her now, making crazy metaphors and sounding like a total sap.
Which she was, of course. That was what Luke reduced her to. A complete and utter sap. Exactly the kind of woman she's always made fun of. And look at her now, staring thoughtfully at the two letters in her hand. One is hers, the one she gave to Luke, and the other is his, the one he wrote in return. She's taken to rereading them every night before she goes to bed, reminding herself of all she's been blessed with. Reminding herself never to let go of the man who told her he wore color contacts. She is sidetracked for a minute, remembering how she had examined Luke's bathroom for evidence of contact lenses the first time she'd stayed over. She comes back to the present with a jolt as Rory comes home. She smiles eagerly and calls to her daughter.
Rory's face will be priceless when she learns that her mother is engaged to Luke Danes.
