'Just so as you know, I'm not going to even pretend to enjoy this.'

Rory rolled her eyes as she pressed the doorbell. As the door opened, the new maid took their coats in silence and marched off with them.

Emily walked past her daughter and embraced Rory.

'Richard. They're here.'

'Yes we are and boy am I hungry.'

Emily ignored Lorelai. 'You look lovely dear.'

'Thank you Grandma, you look nice too.'

Lorelai pulled a face.

'Now, now, there's no need for flattery. Though, I do love it.' She laughed.

Richard joined them.

'Sorry about that. Urgent business call.'

'Yes, they're always urgent.'

Rory kissed her grandpa.

They moved into the lounge, where Richard poured out their drinks. As Lorelai took a gulp from hers, she held up her glass.

'Keep 'em coming dad.'

Emily glared at her as Rory elbowed her in the ribs.

'Ouch!'

'So grandma, something smells delicious.' Rory attempted to distract from her mother's behaviour.

'It's lamb. After all this is a special celebration. I mean, how often does a person's granddaughter get married?'

'That all depends on the granddaughter.'

All three of them shot Lorelai a look. Defeated she downed the remainder of her martini.

Rory had chosen a cosy Stars Hollow wedding over a fancy Hartford affair. When she had first informed Emily of these plans, she had been less than enthusiastic. Now, though, two years on anyone would have thought it had been her idea all along. Of course, it had taken the happy couple agreeing to a party at the Gilmore house upon their return from honeymoon, but that seemed a small price to pay.

As they waited for dessert, the conversation turned to Rory's plans for after the wedding.

'You'll be wanting to start a family.' Stated Emily 'so you'll need to be looking for suitable housing. A Manhattan apartment is no place to bring up a baby.'

Rory hadn't given this much thought. She did want children, just not any time soon. She didn't think so anyway.

'Really grandma, I hadn't really thought that far ahead.' She admitted. Emily shook her head in horror.

'Well you should. Tell her Richard.'

'Your grandmother's right Rory. Failure to plan is planning to fail.'

Lorelai rolled her eyes.

'Do you have something to say Lorelai?'

'No mom.' She busied herself with rearranging her napkin.

'You're twenty-eight almost. If you get pregnant straight away, you'll be almost twenty-nine by the time the baby is born.'

'Great time for the math lesson mom.'

Ignoring her daughter, Emily continued 'With a two year gap between children, you'll be thirty-five by the time you have three . . .'

'Three? I'm not sure how many children I . . '

'It's not 'I' anymore though is it Rory? It's 'we'.'

'Yes, Rory. Don't forget you have to include Emily and Richard's feelings.'

'Don't be childish Lorelai. You know I meant Andrew.'

Rory sighed. She couldn't wait for this dinner to be over.

As they got in the car, Lorelai shot Rory a 'told you so' look. Rory shot her one back which said 'don't.

'There are no words.' Said Lorelai, finally breaking the silence, which had descended over them. 'That was - there are no words.'

'I have just spent an hour discussing mine and my fiancés fertility.'

Lorelai suppressed a giggle.

'Mom, it's not funny. I could be mentally scarred for life.'

'Nah, you're made of tougher stuff than that.' That much was true, her grandparents had subjected her to many embarrassing, often mortifying situations. Not least, when they had invited their reverend to dinner to discuss her virginity. She remembered that with a smile. How she and Logan had laughed about that after. Logan.

Walking into the house, Rory stopped in her tracks.

Luke rushed to the door. 'I'm sorry Rory, I tried to stop him.'

'I need to see you.'

'Liz must have let it slip that you were home.'