1A/N: Thank you to all of you who reviewed. I appreciate everyone of them. I hope you like this next bit. (Oh, I forgot the disclaimer on Ch.1. Would I be posting on a FAN FICTION site if I owned it? Um...NO.)

"Emily, wake up. Emmy...Emmy-Poo, wakee wakee. Emily..." Richard says lightly, trying to wake me up. "Em–sighs Fine, have it your way." He bends down and kisses me soundly. I smile and kiss him back. I love how I can get on his nerves, especially in the morning.

"Good morning, Richard." I say groggily, getting out of bed.

"Good morning, Emily." Richard replies, following me to the bathroom.

I walk in, only to find my clothes already laid out. As if I can't dress myself. I turn to Richard and give him an "Are you crazy?" look.

"What? I just grabbed what you ha hanging in your dressing area." he says innocently.

"You know what? I'm too tired to argue." I say, taking my pajamas off and hopping in the shower. I hear Richard moving around, doing something, then he gets in with me. "Hi there." I say, grabbing the soap from behind him.

"Hello, Beautiful. Do you want me to get your back for you?" he answers, rubbing his hand down the part of my anatomy in question.

"Sure, if you let me get yours." I rub his back in little circles.

"Agreed."

We finish our shower quicker than I would have imagined, we make our way to the door. Our luggage is already in the car, so I make my rounds to make sure everything is in order to leave.

I'm in the kitchen when Richard comes up to me and wraps his arms around me from behind. "You almost done?" he whispers in my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.

"Yes. I don't have to check the pool house, if you don't want me to." I whisper back.

"No, I don't. Let's just get going. It's almost 5, and the plane leave at 5:45."

"Alright. Let's go then." With that, we walk out to the car and drive to the airport.

Richard's getting our tickets, and I'm sitting on our luggage beside him. I don't know why, but I'm exhausted. I start thinking about how miserable Lorelai was that day. I thought she was just acting to be mad and upset, but she really was upset about something.

Luke. Her wedding.

"Emily, my sweet. It's time to go." Richard says, pulling me up into a standing position.

"Oh. Sorry." I say quietly, stifling a yaw.

"Emily, are you alright?" he asks as we head toward the gate.

"Yeas, just a little tired." I walk through Security, Richard following closely behind me.

"You sure?" he asks once we're out of Security.

"Yes, Richard. I'm positive." I answer, getting annoyed. I know he's just worrying, but it gets annoying rather quickly.

'Well, I once heard that only fools are positive." He smiles.

"Well, I am a fool. A fool in love with another." I smile back and walk up the stairs to board he plane, knowing full-well he enjoys the view.

"Wonderful view, Mrs. Gilmore." Richard comments, reading my mind.

"I thought you might enjoy it." I pause for a second at the 'door', allowing him to catch up, and...

Slap my behind.

"Richard, no spanking in public." I say softly as I turn to face him. I have a huge grin on my face.

"Yes, Ma'am." I turn back around and find our seats. As I'm putting my carry-on in the luggage compartment, Richard walks up behind me and rests his hand on the lower end of my backside, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Richard." I say softly, but sternly. "Keep your hands off of my ass for the rest of the flight."

"Aw, you take the fun out of it." he whines softly. "But, if you insist, my hands will not touch your..." He looks at my bum. "Very fine ass for the duration of the flight, but once we're in our hotel--."

"You can do whatever you please." I interrupt.

"Good deal."

I sit down by the window and watch as a summer thunderstorm starts releasing it's furry on the airport.

"Emily, would you like something to drink?" Richard's question bring me from my thoughts. Well, they weren't thoughts, more like...passing moments.

"Ginger ale." I answer softly, not taking my attention from the window. Once I hear the flight attendant walk off, I push up the arm rest between Richard and me, and I lean against him. Soon, sleep claims me, but I still have an uneasy feeling about this trip of ours.

"Emily, Sweetheart. Wake up. Emily...Do I have to do this again in public, because I will, and you know it. Emmykins, wakee wakee." I hear Richard saying softly, gently shaking me to wake up. My eyes fly open at the 'Emmykins'. "There we are. Good to see you conscience. We're landing." Richard whispers, buckling me up. I'm still paralyzed with embarrassment.

"Thank you." I say softly after a few seconds.

"Emily, what is it? Your flushed. Are you sick?" Richard asks, noticing my blush.

"I'm not sick, just embarrassed. By the way, you're going to be missing a precious part of your anatomy in the morning if you pull a stunt like that agin." I say with an icy tone. "What st–oh. Well, I better not do that again, Sweet Lips."

"I do believe I packed a plastic knife. Would you like me to use that to remove your pe--" Richard covers my lips with his in apology and to silence me. I can feel the blush on his cheeks when I bring my hand up to rest on the side of his face. I smile and kiss him back. He breaks it off just as I was beginning to nibble on his bottom lip. I whimper softly, but smile and look down at my feet as the flight attendant glares at us. Oops.

"The plane has landed Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore. I'm sure you'd be more...comfortable continuing in your hotel room." she says coldly. Richard and I hurry off the plain, our carry-ons in hand, and we head for Baggage Claim.

Once we're done there, we go through our final security check, then get in a cab.

"The Ritz." Richard commands as I snuggle against his shoulder.

"Thank you." I whisper as our cab takes off toward our hotel.

"For what, Sweetie?" he replies in a whisper a little louder than mine.

"For...everything. For marrying me. For Loving me. For giving me a daughter. For helping me when she ran away. For helping me when she came back. For making love to me when I needed it. Just...thank you for everything." After I'm done, both Richard and I have tears in our eyes.

"You're welcome, Emmy. You deserved every bit of it. Nothing less, but so much more." His voice is thick with tears. I lean over and kiss him passionately.

God, I love this man.

A/N2: Yeah, I know. It's a little on the short side, but I'm having writing problems. It's nothing a little coffee can't fix. I hope Richard wasn't TOO out of character, but...oh well. Reviews are definetly smiled upon. (I know if you don't!)

Branda