She takes the necklace and tries to clasp it, but has zero luck, her hands are shaking too much.
"Here, let me help," Luke offers and takes the necklace. Lorelai lifts her hair and he clasps the chain on the first try. She lets her hair fall back to her shoulders. "What?"
She sighs, "We're really doing this? We're finally going to work out. Cause, if we don't, I don't think that I'll be able to survive it. Aside from Rory, you're the one person that I can't live without."
He kisses her then, a passionate, reassuring kiss. A kiss that lets her know that they'll make it work. That he too needs this time to last.
When he pulls away, he says, "Third time's a charm. Right?"
'God, I hope so.' She nods, "Right."
He smiles. "I have to get back to the diner. I'll be over later with April and we can talk about what we'll do for dinner."
She nods, then a look of realization falls over her face. "Shoot, the dinner. Rory left for school. She had to do the final lay out of the paper. She won't be able to make it."
"That's ok. There will be plenty of time for the girls to talk," he assures her. "Tonight it'll be just the three of us."
"Okay. I guess I'll go then."
"Want something to eat or drink first?"
She smiles, "I would love a cup of-"
"Milk?"
"Coffee. But I'll put milk in it if that will make you happy," she says, standing up along with him.
"Well, that gets rid of the nutritional value of milk," he says, taking her hand.
She squeezes his hand, "Yeah, but it makes it taste better and not all…white."
He looks at her, "Milk tastes white? How can milk taste white?"
She shrugs, "You've known me for ten years. You do the math."
After having her cup of coffee, she heads home, telling Luke that she'll see him later. When she gets home, Paul Anka is sitting on the coffee table, with a high heel shoe in his mouth.
She walks over and takes the shoe from him, saying, "Why is it you only attack my Jimmy Chou's? Why can't you go for the tennis shoes? I never wear those."
He barks in response and gets off the table and goes behind the chair.
She looks around her living room. It looks bare. Now that she's back with Luke, she can put everything back. She heads out to the garage and gets out all of her Luke boxes. 30 of them to be exact.
It takes her an hour, but everything is back the way it's supposed to be. All the photos of her and Luke, Luke and Rory, candid shots of Luke around the house, the picture of her and Luke at liz's wedding where they are dancing.
She loves that picture. She had scanned it into her computer at the Dragonfly, and wrote "All Along" on it a couple weeks after she proposed. It is her favorite picture.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. She goes to answer it and standing there is April.
"Hi, Ms. Gilmore," they young girl says.
She smiles. "Hey April. You can call me Lorelai. Where's Luke?"
"He's coming. Just getting something out of the truck."
"Ok, come on in. I just fixed everything in the living room. When your dad comes in, I'll give you both a tour."
April looks confused. "Hasn't my dad been here before?"
"Yes."
"Then why would he need a tour?"
"Good question. Um, I guess that we'll give you a tour."
"Ok," April says and walks over to the mantle and looks at all the pictures. She looks around and sees a lamp with monkeys on it. 'This woman is crazy. She reminds me a lot of my mother. Could my dad be trying to replace my mom? Whoa, April, where did that thought come from? You're parents are in the past, and you like Lorelai. She throws awesome parties.'
Her thoughts are interrupted by her father coming in to the room. "Sorry. I had to get the groceries out of the car." He turns to Lorelai and says, "I thought we'd have spaghetti."
She smiles at him, "Very good thought."