Hey. How's everyone's summer been?

I'm actually surprised because I've actually had a life. Scary.

And I've been reading enough post 6.22 angst fics, I need something happy now.

So here it is, what I think is the second to last chapter. This way it ends on 30. And, it'll probably be long, like this one.

So enjoy. (Why was this A/N so short?)

3 YEARS LATER...

"Hey. They finally fell asleep." Lorelai said softly as she creaked open their bedroom door and slipped inside. Luke was sitting on their bed, obviously looking at some book on his lap. He jumped slightly, realizing that he was no longer alone.

"Oh...uh, yeah. That's, that's...great." He stuttered, pushing the book underneath the covers, trying to hide it. But Lorelai was clearly to smart for that. She could play along.

"What'cha looking at?"

"Oh. Noth-nothing." It went down deeper.

"Oh yeah. Okay." She said innocently as she walked over to the bed. She planted herself on his lap in the middle of the bed and began kissing his mouth and neck. Soon he was clearly lost in the moment, and Lorelai took this as her chance. Her hand slowly wandered back, under the covers, until it hit something big and heavy. She quickly pulled it out, snapping them both back into reality, Lorelai cheering in victory, while Luke tried to pull the book away from her, but successfully failed.

"Let's see what we have here. Oh, it's the photo album! Oh, my Georgey was looking at pictures!"

"I was looking for the-yeah. I was." He admitted.

"Come on, let's look through them together!" She flipped back to the beginning, and was greeted by a cheery picture of Lorelai in her 1st-date-with-Luke red dress.

"How did you take this?" He asked, knowing that Rory was at Yale.

"I found an old disposable camera that had a few extra pictures left on it. I figured it would be nice to remember what I looked like on my first date with Luke Danes."

On the next page there was a picture of a magazine cover that had the familiar:

GEORGE CLOONEY! WHY WE LOVE HIM. WHY YOU DO TOO!

headline.

"Why is that in there?" He asked.

"Oh. The day after 'the incident' I was trying to take my mind off of you, so I went to read a magazine, but that was the first thing that popped up from the one that I picked up. It helped me realize my feelings for you."

"That's idiotic."

"It's symbolic." She giggled as Luke hand rested on her thigh. "Turning the page...ohh! Bert!"

"You took a picture of my toolbox!" Lorelai opened her mouth, "Wait-yes, dirty, but was that necessary?"

"Yes, look inside of it! It has one of your mushy-gushy-love-notes in it!"

"Oh dear God." He rolled his eyes.

The next few pictures were of Luke and Lorelai at different places, and even the night of the test run that Rory took when they weren't looking.

"See, that's when Rory got her new camera and was having a little too much fun with it."

The one after those was a picture of Lorelai's hand with her engagement ring on it.

"That one was taken the day after the engagement by Kirk. He found out through Patty, and he just got his new camera and wanted to try it out."

"Was that the beginning of his camera-man phase?"

"Yup...OH! Wedding pictures! Aw, look how adorable we are! Ohh, that day was amazing."

"Especially when you almost gave everyone in the audience a heart attack by having an objection to our marriage. Your mother was about to kill you." The last part came out in a laugh, but was cut short because of Lorelai punching him in the chest.

"It wasn't funny...Oh! Us dancing. We were so happy."

"We are so happy." He quickly kissed her.

"I am so happy." She returned his favor.

"I am so happy." He kissed her again, and they lost themselves in the moment yet again, until Lorelai tapped on the album to get his attention.

"Okay, honeymoon. We know how that went." She grinned. "That cruise was so beautiful. It was just so perfect. And it went through without any problems-"

"Even when-"

"Okay, that was so not my fault."

"Yes, it was."

"How was I supposed to know that all of the waiters spoke Dutch? We were on an island!"

"A Dutch island. Aruba was a Dutch colony. We went to a Dutch restaurant."

"That woman told me the wrong thing to say!"

"No, you just said it wrong. And besides, the waiter was too embarrassed to correct you." He laughed. "Then he walked away pleased and told the other waiters what you said." He kept laughing.

"Moving on...oh great, a fat me."

"You were not fat, you were pregnant...with twins, might I add. It's what happens."

"Yes, especially when I gained nearly 40 pounds!" She rolled her eyes.

"With the food you eat, how is that completely inane?"

"Not listening. More pictures of me the size of a whale...oh and you talking to my stomach."

"Wait, I never saw that one."

"That's because Rory took it on Christmas. A swear if journalism doesn't work out for her, she could make so much money becoming a paparazzi. She'd be able to snag a picture of Brad and Angelina's baby when it was a week old, I'm telling you."

"Sure."

"Ugg, my 9th month. I was hu-OH MY GOD!"

"What?"

"I'm going to kill her! How did these get in there?"

"Who? What in where?"

"Rory has pictures of me before and after I GAVE BIRTH? I can't-"

"Where? Oh Jeez!" Luke was cracking up as Lorelai yanked 2 pictures of her in Luke's truck leaving Stars Hollow for the hospital and another with her in a hospital bed, obviously after she had given birth, since her hair was a mess, and she was clearly very sweaty, whispering to her husband.

"Now, this-this isn't the least bit funny. Look-on the back, the first one was taken by Kirk...again! This town is absolutely insane. Why can't everyone just mind their own business?"

"Do I need to remind you that we live in Stars Hollow?"

Lorelai rolled her eyes, "I'm burning these...Aww, the twins. Those two were such a handful at the beginning-"

"Don't we know it?"

"But God-I love them so much. They're our kids, Luke. We're going to get to watch them grow up, and go to school, then hate us, and then Leo will come home with a purple mohawk and a motorcycle, and Lucy will have a boyfriend-"

"Stop right there. No. No. No."

"Aw, you're going to be the over-protective Dad! I should have known, Lucy is such a Daddy's Girl."

"But with your personality."

"Yes, she's going to beat all the boys in baseball, and still come home in time to watch tv and eat junk food with me."

"Oh God."

"Hey, your chromosomes threw in the baseball genes. Leo is going to be the track-star."

"And how do you know this?"

"He was the first to walk, of course! See?" She pointed to a picture of her son on the floor of the diner, wobbling, but walking nonetheless, Lorelai in front of him, about 2 normal steps away, Luke a step behind, just in case, and her second daughter in a high chair, pointing to her brother. "Remember that?"

"Of course. It took him two tries to make it to you, and then three days after that, he figured out how to run on his own, and I spent nearly the whole day chasing him around the diner."

"Told you, track star."

"And he took after my healthier hab-"

"Hmmm, I wonder if Leo will get a jock-nickname in high school. Let's see, Butch is already taken..."

"Didn't I say not to call me that?"

"I didn't call you that, Mr. Grumpy Gills, I just brought it up." She cooed. "...Oh, Butch, you're so dreamy, and strong, and fast, be my gentleman caller." She said in her Southern Belle voice.

"That's what I meant."

The last few pictures were of Luke and Lorelai with their kids. Sometimes there was Rory or Sookie or some other townie in there, but the pictures were all happy, and both parents were feeling very nostalgic.

"Last page, you ready?" Lorelai tightened her grip on Luke's hand as he nodded.

The last picture was a huge group photo at the twins most recent birthday party. They were in front of their cake, with their parents and big sister behind them, followed by neighbors, friends, and grandparents. It was truly a lovely picture.

It's not Armageddon just yet, everybody! Don't panic, jeez Louise.

Next chapter is more George-related-reflection and a wrap-up chapter.

Sad, I know. But all good things must come to an end.

Well, don't cry for me Argentina! (Sorry, I'm watching Evita...again.)

Anyways, PLEASE review! I need to know if there are people actually still reading this, and not mocking it. (that would be mean) Don't you want me to update faster?

I think so!
xoxo

Lolabelle