Rory was sitting on her bed as Paris went through her clothes. Rory laughed as Paris threw outfit after outfit on the bed. Rory had told Paris that she was perfectly capable of dressing herself but Paris hadn't agreed. Tristan had called that afternoon and said he would be coming over around seven. Paris had decided to make herself scarce and go over to Eric's. Rory had tried to convince her that it wasn't necessary for her to leave but Paris had just winked at her and called Eric anyway.

By the time, Paris left Rory had tried on at least ten different outfits and ended up in the first outfit she tried on. It ended up being a pair of faded jeans and a light pink halter top. Her hair was down and she was wearing more make up than she usually did but she figured she'd survive.

Rory walked out of her bedroom, sat down on the couch, picked up the remote and began watching a rerun of 'I Love Lucy' to entertain herself while she waited for Tristan to show up. The episode that was being shown was one of Rory's favorites. It was the one where Lucy thought she had gotten a ride from an axe murderer.

'I Love Lucy' had gone off and Rory was halfway through an episode of 'Happy Days' when she heard the sound ofsomone knockingon the door. Rory walked over and opened the door to find Tristan smiling at her from the hallway.

"Hey," Tristan said.

"Hey," Rory replied, stepping aside so Tristan could enter the room. Tristan walked in and over to the couch as Rory shut the door. Rory walked over to the television and turned it off before walking over to the couch and sitting down beside Tristan.

"I saw my dad today," Tristan said, breaking the short silence that had fell between the two of them. Rory glanced over at him, curiously.

"What happened?" Rory asked, genuinely concerned about the way Tristan would have reacted to the man who had senthim away to military school.

"I hit him," Tristan replied, a blank expression on his face. Rory watched him with a shocked expression on her face.

"Why?" Rory asked, curiously. Tristan shook his head.

"He tried to hit me," Tristan said, a sad look clearly visible in his blue eyes, "I just happened to hit him first, this time." Rory's eyes grew wide, never even imagining that Tristan's father had been the kind of man that would hit his kid.

"He's hit you before?" Rory asked, watching him nervously.

"Just once," Tristan replied, "The day I left for military school. I'm pretty sure that the only reason he hadn't hit me before then was because he didn't want to ruin his image as 'father of the year' that he's had for the past nineteen years."

"What about your mom?" Rory asked. Tristan folded his hands and glanced down at them before answering her.

"My parent's split up when I was twelve," Tristan said. Rory nodded.

"Oh," Rory said, it was the only thing she could think of to say in response to his statement. Tristan glanced over at her and smiled.

"So, how was your day?" Tristan asked, the smile remaining on his face. Rory smiled.

"Ate breakfast with Paris and went to class," Rory said. Tristan looked quickly over Rory's outfit.

"Paris pick that out?" Tristan asked. Rory smiled and looked down at the outfit she was wearing.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" Rory asked. Tristan laughed.

"Just a guess," Tristan replied. Rory smiled.

"So, what do you want to do?" Rory asked, smiling at Tristan. Tristan pretended to stretch and put his arm around her shoulders, leaning close to her and looking into her eyes, a cocky smile on his face.

"You don't want to know, Mary," Tristan said. Rory giggled and pushed him away, playfully.

"Your so bad, you know that?" Rory asked, smiling at him.

"Yeah, I know," Tristan said, winking at her.

"Wanna just watch a movie?" Rory asked, changing the subject. Tristan smiled at her and nodded. Rory grabbed the remote and started clicking through the channels until she finally found a movie that they both liked. Rory moved over next to Tristan and smiled when he slipped his arm back around her.

Luke pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house and glanced over at Lorelai. He had been so pleased with the way she had gotten along with his parents. That made what he was about to ask her that much more perfect. It was a question he had wanted to ask her almost from the very first time he had seen her. Lorelai smiled at Luke and leaned close to him, kissing his lips gently before reaching for the door to get out. Luke stopped her by touching her arm gently.

"Wait, I want to ask you something," Luke said, reaching his hand in his pocket and wrapping it around the small object he found there. He slipped his hand back out of his pocket and held it out in front of him as Lorelai turned back to him. She looked down at his hand, confusion written all over her face. Luke opened his hand slowly and tears came to Lorelai's eyes as she stared down at the ring he had laying in the palm of his hand. She looked back up at him when he started to speak once again.

"Lorelai Gilmore, I've loved you from the first moment I saw you. I would follow you anywhere and I would do anything for you," Luke said, a serious expression on his face, "Please, marry me." Tears rolled down Lorelai's cheeks as she nodded, smiling at him through her tears.

"Yes, Luke Danes. I will marry you," Lorelai said. Luke slowly slipped the ring on her ring finger and pulled her to him. He smiled at her and kissed her deeply.

Rory and Tristan we're almost halfway through the movie when the phone rang. Rory leaned over and picked it up.

"Hello?" Rory said.

"He asked me to marry him, Rory," Lorelai said, her happiness clear in her voice, "Luke asked me to marry him." Rory screamed and jumped up from her seat beside Tristan. He would have thought something terrible had happened if she hadn't hada huge smile on her face.

"Wow, mom, that's great," Rory replied, smiling at Tristan.

"Yeah, I know," Lorelai said, giggling, "we're going to try to have the wedding in two weeks at the inn."