WHAT IT IS: A sequel, to my other Trory, What Happens When. Now, I had no intentions at all to do a sequel. However, you're getting one, because of all the Jess/Dean/Rory angst currently on the show—it's stressing me out. So, since I had decided that fluff was probably all I'd get out of a sequel and fluff is what I need right now (it's either fluff or unbearable angst coming out of me right now)—here's a sequel.

WHAT I OWN: Nada.

RATING: PG-13, just to be safe. It is fluff after all.

AN: So, here it is, the last chapter. (wipes a tear away). I've just finished another Trory, for a summer exchange. Check it out on Shouhei's website, soon. You can find it on her profile page. It should be up after 7/24. I'd put it up on later, but it's not what we call an acceptable rating. So, check it out if you like. Or you can email me for it. Anyway, off subject, so here's the last chapter. No decision of a trilogy, but now you've all planted ideas in my head, darn you all! Thanks to all of you who read, reviewed and supported this and the first story!

EPILOGUE

"Mommy, will you look at this?"

"I'll be right there, honey!" Lorelai called to Will from the kitchen of the Danes household.

"So, you have everything else done?"

"Yeah, Luke, I do. You'll be home by four today, right?"

"Right. So, what's he calling you for?" Luke peered down the hallway to try to see what Will was up to.

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "I don't know what it is about my offspring and school, but he wants me to check out the work he's been doing over Christmas break."

"He's in kindergarten. They assign extra work over break?" Luke asked unbelievingly.

"No, psycho-boy actually asked for more to do. His teacher called the other day, by the way," she said, looking strangely proud. Usually a call home from school was bad news. At least, it always had been in Luke's experience. And Jess was mostly to blame for that.

Luke rubbed his temples and looked at Lorelai with his worry lines in full force on his forehead. "What did she say?"

"She says since Will is so far ahead of his class, with his reading level and all, she wants to meet with us before the next semester starts, to put him up a level," she smiled brightly.

"She wants Will to skip a grade?"

Lorelai nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Wow."

"Yeah!"

"Wow! I can't believe this. This is great, right?"

"This is really great," Lorelai agreed. Luke picked her up and spun her around, hugging her tightly.

"Mom!"

"Ugh! Coming!" she called into the living room. "I'll see you later, 'kay?" she turned to Luke, kissing him quickly before scurrying into the living room. Luke smiled to himself, took an apple from the basket on the table and went out the back door.

"We should stop," Rory insisted.

"We'll be there in a half hour."

"But, what I'm hungry."

"We'll be there in a half hour," Tristan reiterated giving her a raised eyebrow. He then turned his attention to the rearview mirror to see if Ella was still asleep. The car ride to Stars Hollow usually meant a nap for her and quiet time for him and Rory. Sure enough, she was asleep.

Rory smiled, seeing Tristan checking on Ella. She turned in her seat, also to see the sleeping child.

"I bet she wakes up when we get off the highway," Rory turned back to Tristan.

"Why's that?"

"She's learning how long it takes to get there. She woke up two weeks ago when I came up to see Mom when we turned onto the exit."

"Huh. Well, she is a particularly gifted child," he smiled.

"Did I tell you we started Catcher In the Rye yesterday?"

"Rory,"

"What?"

"I beg you, start with Mrs. Piggle Wiggle."

"Salinger is a genius," she countered.

"We have the terrible two's coming up. Let's not exacerbate that," he smiled.

Rory shook her head, smiling as she sat back and watched for the familiar landmarks come into view as the neared the Stars Hollow exit.

"So, how come I've never been taken to family Christmas before?" Erin teased as Jess drove, his knuckles white as they sat in congested New York City traffic.

"Well, last year, we were on our honeymoon. Though Lorelai did extend an invitation," Jess smirked.

"Okay. And the year before?"

"I was still scared of you then," he smiled.

"Ah, honesty. I love that about you," Erin laughed.

"Well, I wouldn't be too excited if I were you."

"Are you kidding? I love Lorelai!"

"Well, that makes one of us. I still don't know what got into Luke."

"They're so perfect together, I can't believe those stories you tell me, I mean, how could they have put off being together for so long?"

Jess rolled his eyes. "You know, for someone who claims to be a realist, you're a romantic sap. You know this, right?"

Ignoring Jess, she continued thinking out loud. "Do you think they'd let me interview them?"

"Why?"

"I could write a book. About them."

"No."

"What?"

"That would be a really boring book."

"It would not! It's the classic love story. It has everything, other people, close encounters, and I'm sure there are things they could tell me that would just fill it out nicely."

"You're insane."

"Okay. See, here's my parade, and you look like a storm cloud."

"Oh boy. Here we go."

"No, no. Stay out of it, have nothing to do with it. See if I dedicate the book to you."

Jess smiled, and released his grip on the steering wheel as they moved out of the city and onto the highway towards Connecticut.

At three o'clock on Christmas Eve, Lorelai smiled at she watched Will sit by the tree, picking up presents with his name on it, not shaking them, but weighing them and gently tipping them from side to side. She turned, mug of coffee in hand, staring out the window. It'd begun to snow about a half hour ago, and the kids should be arriving at any moment. She could barely wait to see Ella, who was changing all the time.

At long last, her window time paid off. She saw Tristan's car pull up in the driveway. She gave Will a suspicious eye, as he picked up a larger box.

"Is that one actually yours?"

"Maybe," he mirrored her expression.

"And maybe it's for your daddy?"

"Maybe."

"Why don't you stick to potentially breaking your own presents. The ones you can lift by yourself," she warned him, as she turned towards the door. "Your sister is here," she added over her shoulder, knowing that was enough to pry the boy from the tree.

They trampled outside as Tristan opened his door. Rory was already in the backseat, unbuttoning Ella from the car seat. He opened the door on the other side, pulling out a few bags, and Lorelai moved to the car, in order to help.

"Need some extra hands?"

"Here, presents in the trunk," he tossed her the keys.

"I'll help!"

"Uh, hold it right there Mr. Grabby. These presents are to be carried into the house. Not inspected for bombs."

"I'm just helping," Will gave her the innocent act.

"I'm watching you," she said, leaning down, pressing her forehead into his.

Will scampered off into the house, and Lorelai turned towards her daughter, arms full of presents.

"Well, he seems excited."

"He's been present inspecting all day."

"Well, I'm sure he learned from the best," Rory teased.

"I know. I'm horrible. But it drives Luke crazy!"

"Well, then it's all worth it, isn't it?"

"Momma," came a small voice from inside a pink snowsuit in Rory's arms. She smiled and looked up at Tristan.

"Finally!" he said, relieved.

"Is that the first time she's said it?" Lorelai asked happily.

"Yes. It's like the only word she wouldn't say!" Rory explained as the moved into the house. "Good girl, Ella! You know your mommy finally!"

"Oh, come on. It's not like she just now started to recognize you!" Tristan said smugly.

"Wipe that smirk off, mister," Rory warned Tristan, though she couldn't help but smile.

"Guys, she's been talking for a little bit now. What's the big deal?" Lorelai asked, placing presents under the tree.

"Rory's all bitter cause Ella here is a Daddy's girl," Tristan said, helping unzip Ella from the snowsuit.

"Daddy was her first word?"

"Yes," Rory mumbled.

"Then there was cookie, no, and of course, café, which we think means coffee," Tristan ticked off the list.

"Well, that does sound like the Gilmore vocab," Lorelai smiled.

"What was my first word?"

"Book."

"It was not!"

"It was so! You were obsessed from the beginning, I tell you!"

"Wow. I learn more and more about the origins of your problems every time we come home," Tristan teased as he kissed his wife.

"So, when will Jess and Erin be here?"

"Any minute, I guess. I still can't believe they missed last year," Lorelai mused.

"They weren't going to come back from St. Barts just for apple tarts," Tristan sighed.

"I still can't believe you got Grandma to give Luke that recipe," Rory said, looking at her mother suspiciously.

"It wasn't me! Luke did that all on his own," Lorelai held up her hands in defense.

"Mommy, can I tell them my news?"

"Don't you want to wait for Jess and Daddy?"

"I guess so," Will said, a little deflated.

"You have news?" Rory asked, patting her lap, inviting her brother to join her on the couch.

"Uh-huh. Mommy told me about it today," he confided.

"I see. So, it's juicy news?"

"Yep."

"Well, I can't wait to hear it," she said, smiling at him, again inflating his excitement.

"So, how are you liking having coffee again?" Lorelai asked Rory.

"I've been drinking coffee again for over three months, Mom," Rory said.

"I know, but you went over a year without it!"

"So?"

"I'm offended. I want to hear that you're drinking fifteen cups a day!"

Rory looked at Tristan, hesitating for a moment.

"Did I say something?" Lorelai asked, slightly confused.

"No, it's just that, recently I've not been drinking any coffee."

"What? If you tell me you've lost your taste for it and now prefer tea, I'm going to kill Luke," she started.

"No, Mom, I still love coffee," Rory insisted.

"Then, what--," she started. Slowly, realization washed over her. "Are you sure?"

Rory nodded and smiled. "Yep, we're sure."

"Oh my GOD!" Lorelai squealed, jumping up to hug both Tristan and Rory at the same time, almost squishing Will and Ella. Will slipped out of Rory's lap, to get away from the human sandwich his mother was creating.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, rubbing his shoulder that Lorelai had trapped momentarily.

"Rory has some juicy news of her own, honey," Lorelai winked.

"What is it?" he asked excitedly. "I'll tell you my news!" he offered.

"Hey, Will, why don't we go make some hot chocolate while we wait for everyone else, huh?" Tristan offered, handing Ella to Lorelai. He took Will's hand, and led him into the kitchen.

"Do you know the secret?" came Will's voice from the hallway.

Lorelai and Rory shook their heads, smiling at the little boy's persistence.

"Well, here we are again. Just us Gilmore Girls," Lorelai smiled, looking down at Ella, who was playing with a strand of Lorelai's hair.

"Momma," she said, holding out the curl in her little hands.

"Great, now she's confusing us," Rory shook her head, laughing.

"Oma. Come on, Ella. Say 'Oma'," Lorelai coaxed.

"Give it up, Grandma," Rory laughed, watching her mom and daughter converse and interact.

AN: Whew. Okay. I know it's a little open ended, but I like that. I got out all the information I wanted to convey, so there we are. All done. With the musings of a third installment still dancing in my mind. Hope you all enjoyed!