She woke up the next morning, stirring in his arms, wearing only a thin bedsheet and his ring on her finger.

"Good morning," he whispered from behind her and she turned over to face him.

"Why, hello there," she smiled.

"Sleep well?"

"I slept very well in the company of my handsome betrothed," she teased and he rolled his eyes.

"So…" he trailed off.

"So…"

"Breakfast?" he asked as a wide grin stretched across her face.

"This marriage is going to work out so well," she said, grabbing his face between her hands and pecking his lips quickly before she darted out of the bed and slipped on her robe.

Halfway into her stack of pancakes, her head shot up to look at Luke who was nursing a cup of tea across the kitchen table.

"Shoot," she whispered, her eyes panicked.

"What?"

"Rory will be home in like an hour," she wiggled nervously in her seat.

"...and?"

"And?! What do you mean and?! We're engaged! We have to tell her that!"

"Yeah, we probably should," he replied, his voice still confused.

"What if she doesn't take it well? What if she's not okay with it?"

"Then we fake our deaths, leave all of our worldly possessions to her, fly to Vegas, get hitched, move to the Bahamas, and populate an island of our own."

She glared at him, her eyes narrow and her lips pressed.

"Lorelai, why are you freaking out about this? She helped me pick out the ring."

"It's just a big deal," she breathed.

"Yeah, it is."

"It's a big adjustment for her too."

"I assume it will be," he nodded in agreement.

"Last night was so amazing and everything happened so fast. I didn't even stop to think about how it might affect her."

"I promise, she's thrilled," he said, raising his mug to take another sip.

"Is she?"

"She threw her book to the ground before lunging at me for a hug when I asked for her permission. I also believe the words 'better than danish day' were used. Twice."

She laughed in response and sipped at her coffee before her head shot up once again.

"Wait," she said.

"What?"

"Did you say you asked for her permission?"

"I wasn't going to propose to you without her blessing. She comes first for me too, you know."

"Wow," she breathed.

"You two are a package deal."

"Yeah, we are. Just the fact that you did that...I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he replied. But, of course, she spoke anyway.

"I love you," she whispered, reaching across to take his hand and give it a squeeze.

"I love you too," he replied.

Exactly an hour later, in textbook Rory fashion, the young Gilmore Girl arrived home. Dropping her things on the ground in the breezeway, she stepped into their living space and was greeted by an empty room.

"Mom?" she called out.

When no one answered, she made her way into her room, changed into a pair of sweatpants, and retrieved her brand new copy of The Sound and the Fury. After gliding her nose across the length of the binding and inhaling the new book scent, she laid back in her bed, turned to page 1, and began to read.

"Rory?" her mother's voice called from the front room as she finished chapter 6.

"In here," she called back.

"Can you come out here?"

She closed her book and rose up out of her bed. A confused expression came over her face when she entered the living room and found her mom and Luke staring at her, expectantly.

"Hey, hun."

"Oh no. What'd you do?"

"Have a seat," Lorelai gestured to the rocking chair by the landing.

"Oh my god!" Rory exclaimed.

"What?" Luke asked, concerned, then followed her gaze to his fiancee's left hand.

"That!" Rory shrieked in excitement.

"Ah, yes," he laughed.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Lorelai asked as Luke nodded toward her hand. She looked down and laughed with him. "Well, there goes that."

"There goes what?" Rory questioned, now sitting on the other side of her mother, eyes fixated on her ring.

"We were just going to tell you but your mom didn't take her ring off like I told her to."

"I didn't think she'd notice it so immediately."

"She's the most astute person in this town, Lorelai."

"Plus I've been waiting for it!" Rory beamed. "Congratulations!" she moved to wrap her arms around them both.

"Thanks, hun."

"It looks even better on your finger than it did in the case."

"You have good taste, kid," Lorelai complimented.

"Oh, this was all Luke. He picked it out. I just put the Lorelai Gilmore seal of approval on it."

"Did he, now?" Lorelai sang, turning her head toward him. "Aren't you Mr. Stylish?"

"What can I say? I've been spending way too much time around you," he smiled, reaching for her hand and leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek.

"We should celebrate," Rory commented.

"With tacos," Lorelai finished.

"This occasion definitely calls for tacos," she agreed.

"You just ate," Luke chimed in, looking at his fiancée.

"And?"

"Nevermind," he replied, admitting his defeat.

"Thought so."

The three headed out for a day in The Hollow, starting with tacos and ending at the arcade. Luke and Lorelai shared a kiss goodnight before he headed up to his apartment and the girls walked home, arms linked.

"So," Lorelai began as they stepped through the front door. "You really okay with this?"

"Okay with what?"

"Luke and I getting married."

"Why wouldn't I be okay with it, mom?"

"It's just...a big change, kid."

"I'm really happy, mom. I swear," Rory reassured her. "This is how I've always hoped things would work out."

"Really?"

"I'm finally gonna have a dad," Rory answered softly.

Tears filled her mother's eyes as she drew her into her embrace.

"Yeah," Lorelai agreed. "You're finally gonna have a dad."