--Part 2--

I walked up to the diner. It was closed and all the lights were out. I figured he must be upstairs so I reached above the door and grabbed the key. I slowly opened the door so the jingle of the bells wouldn't interrupt the silence too bad. I slowly climbed the stairs and before I knew it I was at the door. I entered gradually, trying not to lose my nerve. I needed to do this. He needed to know this. He was already asleep in his bed. He should be at home with me, though, a sad voice said in my head.

I took my time walking to his bed. When I got there I sat on the edge and nudged him a bit. When I didn't get any response I started shaking him a little bit. "Luke." I called out softly, drawing out his name.

He slowly awoke and sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Lorelai?" He asked, confused "What are you doing here at-" He looked over at his alarm clock. "Eleven o'clock? Are you okay?" He actually sounded concerned, that's good.

Was I okay? No, I wasn't but I didn't want to tell him. I had the answer he was looking for in my hands. I cleared my throat a little, hoping he wouldn't realize I was crying. He didn't, but I blame the lighting, it was really dark in there. "Here." I said, holding out the letter but still clutching it as if my life depended on it. "I'm going to leave and once you hear the bells downstairs ring, open it, okay?" I asked, as he slowly took the letter from my death grip.

I could tell he was confused before he even spoke. "Okay," He said, unsteadily. I gave him a quick peck on the lips to symbolize my goodbye and left. I knew that no matter what he would come after me, either to take back the ring or apologize profusely. I begged for the latter. I opened the door and shut it to let the bells ring out numerously so he would realize I left. After I heard him shout down that he got the point, I chuckled a bit and left.

When I got home I sat on the couch, waiting to see how long it would take him. After about ten minutes of waiting I though he might not follow me but I decided to stay, he would come home, to our house.

I think it was about five minutes later I heard some steps outside. Finally. He walked right in, but didn't see me on the couch. "Took you long enough." I said in a monotone voice, startling him. "Jeez," he called out, turning around.

He walked over to the couch and took my hand, "Hey," he said a bit uncomfortably.

"Hi," I said, shifting my feet out from underneath me.

"Let's go upstairs and talk," He suggested in a soft and gentle voice, pulling me off the couch and walking with his hand on the small of my back up the stairs.

Once we got upstairs we both sat down on our own sides of the bed, it was nice to see him there.

He was looking down at his hands. He looked...nervous. How could he be nervous? I should be the nervous one. Is he nervous because...? No he wouldn't, would he? Would he really want to end it? Am I too much for him right now? God, this is killing me! "So..." I started off, trying to get him to start talking.

"I'm sorry." He stated, so softly I could barely hear him. "Really, truly, sorry."

"Why would you not tell me though?" I asked, my voice was very small and it took me a second for me to recognize it.

"It all happened one day, and at first I was just going to leave it alone. I mean, April, she just came into the diner one day and took a piece of my hair. Then, the day I found out I was going to tell you that night, but you came running into the diner saying how Rory was back and that we could finally start planning the wedding. You were so happy." He marveled. He couldn't look at me and I could tell he was killing himself over this. "I wanted to tell you, but I could just never find the time, you were always so happy and I didn't want you to hate me when you found out."

"I wouldn't have hated you." I told him

"I know." He told me, nodding his head slowly

"Why won't you let me meet her, though? I mean I will be her step-mom, right?" I asked. My voice was squeaky and I think I was crying. I couldn't tell.

"You will," He reassured me, taking a deep breath, then real releasing it. "It's not that I don't want you to meet her it's just," He sighed and looked down uncomfortably.

"You can tell me," I reminded him gently, putting my hand on his arm.

"I'm suck as a dad." He blurted out, surprising me with the bitterness in his tone.

"What?" I asked, both astonished and confused. He does not suck as a dad. He was always perfect with Rory. What the hell is he talking about?

"I suck as a dad," He told me slowly. "You're an amazing mom. I mean, what you did with Rory, it's amazing. You both are. And it's just that, I want to prove to you that I can be a good father. I wanted to show you that I wouldn't totally mess up our kids."

"Luke," I said, sympathetically. Did he really mean that? "You're an amazing father." I told him softly.

"How would you know? I haven't let you see how I am with April?" He asked.

"Because I know. You were the most fatherly figure in Rory's life that she could depend on. You were always so great to her, like a father would." I reminded him. He should know this. It's always been like that. I took a deep and shaky breath, then let it out slowly. I looked down for a couple seconds as we sat in the silence. "Why did you, um," I cleared my throat nervously. "Why did you want to postpone the wedding?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Truthfully," he said, squinting his eyes in an adorable fashion, like he was trying to remember something, "I don't know." He told me with a shrug. I looked at him, confused and stumped. He postponed the wedding for no reason? Doesn't he know what he's been doing to me?

"You don't know?" I asked, more like stated slowly, and nodded my head up and down.

"Well, it's just, I was confused. I didn't know what you were thinking and what was going to happen. If you hated me because I never told you and were going to break it off sometime or what ever was going through your head." He really thought I was going to break it off? Is he serious? God he can be so dense sometimes!

"Do you still want to get married?" I asked, my voice was wavering and my breath was caught in my throat. My stomach felt all fluttery, not the good kind, the nervous kind.

He did a double-take and gave me this look that said, 'Are you serious?' "Of course I still do, I love you, Lorelai." That was all the reassurance I needed. I felt my face break out in a smile and I felt tears pricking at my eyes.

"I love you, too." I stated softly. Now that I had my confidence back, I got the urge to ask him a question, a big one. "When?"

He looked down a bit, then up. "What about June 3rd?" He asked. I actually felt my smile get bigger, if that was even possible, and I nodded 'yes' very enthusiastically.

He chuckled a bit and then asked, "When should I move in?"

"As soon as possible." I said with a firm nod. He smiled, more like grinned, back.

"Come to the diner tomorrow, between 7 and 8. You can meet April." And that, was the exact moment I know everything would be okay. Because he loved me, I loved him, and we were getting married on June third.