"Okay, I love you too," Lorelai said. "Call when you're close to Hartford. Bye, babe." Then she hung up the phone with her daughter. She turned around the corner and when into her favorite place, other than home of course.

The bell rang as the door opened, as usual. "I don't think I could ever get sick of that noise," she thought to herself. She chuckled to herself as she sat at the stool right next to the cash register. "God how he needs to get rid of that rickety old thing. It's old and almost disgusting, but it's cute too. I'm pretty sure I've actually told him that before. Who knows?" She shrugged to herself while pulling out her make-up and a mirror, adjusting before she was to leave the diner to go to some function with her mother.

Luke stomped downstairs just as she pulled her make-up bag onto the counter and started digging through the thing. "Why does she need that crap? It's stupid and artificial." He audibly sighed, letting her know of his presence.

"Oh, hi honey," she said smiling slightly still looking through her make-up bag.

"Hello," he said "Rory coming?" he asked ready for to pour two cups of coffee

"She is but I have to leave before she gets here," she said still not looking up.

"Don't tell me you two are fighting again?" He said turning around looking at her.

"No," she said. "I just have to go to somewhere with my mom and she's running late, so I won't get to see her beforehand." She answered looking right at him

"You sure?" he asked giving her a questionable look.

"Positive," she said smiling at him, assuring him that they weren't fighting.

"If you say so," he said smiling to himself, all the while counting the money in the cash drawer. "So, I've been thinking," he said as she pulled her blush brush out and started to lightly apply it to her cheekbones. She just made a humming noise to show him that she was listening, so he continued. He leaned in close before he actually did continue, and said, "I've been thinking that maybe we should go on a trip."

"What kind of trip?" she asked him, her attention completely his.

He grabbed her hand, drug her outside of the diner, leaving the blush brush and about half of her make-up falling off of the counter and onto the floor.

"Let's elope," he said, nearly breathless. "I'm sick of waiting around, doing nothing but sitting on my ass. I want to be with you, I want to be part of your family and I want you to be part of mine. I want us, Lorelai."

Lorelai just stood there for a minute, tears already coming to her eyes. She didn't even answer him before she pulled out her phone. He looked at her, completely puzzled, while she continued to play with her phone.

"Dammit," she said, before talking into the phone again. "Rory, change of plans honey. You can still come home, but I'm not going to be there. Luke and I are eloping… we're sick of waiting." She said all of this while never breaking eye contact with Luke. She stood there, shut the phone without even telling Rory when they'll be back, turned off her phone, and ran back inside, smiling the entire time.

He followed her inside, stood at the door, blocking anyone who wanted to get in or out, and just watched her pack up all of her make-up and run upstairs. Everyone looked at him like he had done something wrong.

Ms. Patty and Babette kept staring at him like he was an abuser or something. "What'd you do to make her cry, Luke?" Babette asked him. "Apparently they didn't notice that she was smiling!" he thought to himself.

"I didn't do anything, Babette," he said before smiling and running up the stairs after her. He got to the landing and noticed that the door was wide open, showing that she had thrown all of her stuff onto the couch and disappeared. He walked in and shut the door behind him. All of a sudden he was thrown up against the door before he had the chance to fully turn himself around, and just like that he felt a pair of lips upon his own. After a minute or so, he pulled away and looked at his soon-to-be-wife.

"Isn't the honeymoon supposed to be after the wedding?" he asked, smiling. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, we're the odd couple," she said while keeping a straight face the entire time. "We're gonna do everything differently, okay?" She then smiled and kissed him again. She then started talking in between kisses. "I'll be the groom-" kiss "– and you'll be the bride-" kiss "–and I'll carry you across the threshold-" kiss "-and it'll be one big fiesta."

He chuckled into the kiss before saying, "Sounds like a plan." He then walked until he found the bed.

"Let the fiesta begin," she said as they hit the bed.