Takes place right at the end of "Nag Hammadi Is Where They Found the Gnostic Gospels" Jess and Rory are leaving together...will it be forever?

Ever hear the song Traffic by Marie Digby? It was the song playing when I started this chapter. It might have something to do with the outcome...With Rory and Jess ofcourse.

Disclaimer: You should really know the deal by now. Don't own.

"So what are you going to do?" Sookie asked as she watched Lorelai pace around the lobby.

"I, I guess I'm calling my dad?"

"Your dad?"

"Yeah...he is our insurance guy..."

"Oh, right. But are you sure you want to call him after that dinner last night?"

"What choice do I have?!"

Lorelai angrily grabbed the phone and punched in her dad's office number

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

Two different voices answered.

"Emily, what are you doing? This is my office line."

"Oh, who's calling you Richard?"

"I was about to ask when you picked up the other phone."

"Well how was I supposed to know? The phone in the living room rang too-"

"Hey dad, it's me."

"Lorelai?!" Richard and Emily asked in unison.

"Yes, mom and dad. Me."

"What are you doing calling us? Is it Rory? Is she okay?"

"Emily, she called my office, perhaps this is business?"

"Well you never know-"

"Is it business Lorelai?"

"Yeah dad, it is."

"See Emily?"

"Oh, alright then. I have a DAR meeting anyways. Goodbye Lorelai." Emily said and hung up.

"How's it going?" Sookie asked nervously.

Lorelai drew a finger across her throat.

"Ouch."

"Lorelai?"

"Yeah, hi dad."

"You said that already."

"Oh, right. Well dad-"

"What is your business Lorelai? I'm a busy man."

"Yeah, um dad? The stove at the inn caught on fire."

"Oh my. Is your chef, what's her name? Sookie! Is Sookie alright?"

"Yeah dad, she's fine. Everyone's fine... but for the time being we'll have to have food delivered."

"How bad are the damages?"

"We cannot use the stove at all."

"Alright, I'll be there tomorrow at three to see what I can do."

"Thanks dad."

"Don't thank me Lorelai, this is my job."

"Right..."

"Goodbye Lorelai."

"G'bye dad."

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"Rory?" Jess stepped into the apartment and called out for her.

"In here!" Rory called from the small kitchen.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked kissing her.

She smiled at his touch and then went back to the carrots she was cutting.

"And you're cooking?!"

"Yes. I am. I'm going to have to cook eventually for the baby because I doubt his or her stomach will be able to digest all the take out we eat."

Jess laughed and nervously reached into his pocket.

"How did it go looking for a writing position today?" Rory asked.

Jess shrugged. And pulled out a small box from his pocket.

"Aww, I'm sure you'll fine one soon, you're an amazing writer-" Rory was cut off by the sight of Jess leaning down on one knee, holding the box open.

"Rory, will you marry me?"

Rory dropped the knife in shock. It landed with a dull clang in the metal sink.

Her mouth dropped open.

She felt her knees give.

"Jess-"

"I understand if it's too soon-"

"What? No-"

"No?"

"No! I mean- YES! I will!"

Jess jumped to his feet and Rory threw her arms around him.

He picked her up and spun around.

"Jess-"

"Wait, wait. I want to do this properly." He set Rory down on her feet and bent down on one knee again. He took the diamond ring carefully out of the box and slid it onto Rory's left hand ring finger.

"There, now it's official."

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Lorelai lay on her pillows, recalling her earlier phone conversation with Luke.

"Luke, I'm so sorry but I can't go out tonight...the stove? At the Inn caught on fire-"

"Oh my gosh! Is Sookie alright?"

"Yeah, she's alright. But we're changing all our specials to cold food that's still good so I can't make it tonight."

"Do you need me to help out with the food...?"

"No, it's alright. I think we can manage."

"Oh, alright then. Tell me if you need anything."

"Will do. Sorry about missing tonight."

"Oh, it's okay. We can always go out another night."

"Thanks Luke."

The Inn had been a disaster. All day customers had wanted hot soup but had to settle on microwave dinners and cold sandwiches. But I think they were still satisfied. I mean, Sookie managed to make a microwaveable dinner into something that looked gourmet!

Lorelai slumped deeper into her pillows and drifted off to sleep.

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"Alright, damage her doesn't look too bad, I'm sure we can help out. As for the exhaust... I highly recommend seeing this man-" Richard took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Lorelai. "He will definitely help."

"Alright. Thanks dad. Do you want to stay for lunch?" Lorelai said before she could stop the words from coming out of her mouth.

"Lunch? Hmm, sure."

"Alright. We don't have a stove, so Sookie's been doing alot of cold sandwiches and Sookie can make a simple microwaveable dish into something gourmet! What would you like dad?"

"It's like camping!" Sookie chimed in from the cutting board.

"Hm, a PB&J sounds good to me." Richard said reading a piece of paper with sandwich choices.

"A PB&J? Wow dad. Never thought I'd hear your order one of those."

"Well I'm a man of capable of assimilation. And in this case. I must adapt to the choices I am given."

"Ahh. Very clever." Lorelai smiled and led her father to an empty table in the dining room, glad the subject of last night hadn't come up yet.

And it didn't come up at all.

I think this chapter is very concise.