TELL HER THIS
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls, its contents, characters and situations are the property of WB, Amy and Daniel Palladino, its writers, directors and producers. The fanfic situations used are borrowed from within the series and are not meant to be spoilers. Hope you enjoy the story!
A/N: Prequels: "The Miseducation" series. Picks up from the Epilogue of "Wearing the Funny Red Sheet". I also would like to give credit to Diffuser, whose song "Tell Her This" has inspired this little tale.
Lorelai could still hear her daughter's squeal from the phone. She was so happy!
"That's a big grin on your face," Luke teased her. It was a perfect spring afternoon and Lorelai was on cloud nine.
"Tristin finally asked her to marry him," she said.
"It's about time. That boy was dragging his feet," Luke commented.
"I can't believe that you're rooting for Tristin!" Lorelai teased him. Lorelai loved the fact that despite Luke's crusty exterior, he was a big marshmallow inside.
"Well I'm going to see him during holidays, right?" Luke gruffly expressed to his fiancée.
"Your warm disposition on life is very overwhelming," Lorelai said as she hugged the burly man.
Luke just growled.
Rory arrived that Saturday. No matter how infrequent she had been home in the past couple of years, the crap shack still made her feel at home.
"Mom!" she called out from the foyer.
"Up here!" Lorlelai yelled back.
"So where's Luke?" she asked, giving her mother a peck on the cheek.
"I give you one guess," she told her.
"The Diner," she said.
"Good memory for an absentee daughter," she credited Rory.
"We're not going through this again, are we?" Rory groaned.
Lorelai walked from the bathroom to her bedroom. Rory was at her heels.
"So, where's the ring?" Lorelai finally asked as she got her hair up with the millionth bobby pin she stuck in her hair.
Rory enthusiastically stuck her hand out for her mother's inspection.
"Wow, pretty and sparkly!" Lorelai commented. "You're lucky."
"Why thank you. I'd like to think I'm special," she giggled like a little girl.
"So where is Mister DuStudly?" Lorelai asked.
"He had to finish up some paperwork before graduating," Rory said. "You're stuck… Alone… With me."
"I just wanted to congratulate him," Lorelai admitted. "I'll call him later on. Sheesh! So, tell me how he proposed."
Rory went through the details of Tristin's proposal as much as she could. Between the two of them, they shrieked and squealed like a bunch of girls in a slumber party.
"… And then the convertible top of the car came down. The ring was on the backseat of the car. I wonder where he gets all these ideas!" Rory gushed.
"I wish I was there. Damn, you think he got it on video?" Lorelai asked.
"I wish. It was so magical," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Who would've thought that you were going to be marrying Tristin DuGrey?" Lorelai thought back fondly.
"Not me," she giggled. "I'd say my life with him started at Chilton but I didn't like him then," she admitted.
"Oh you're so square. You had to have liked him a teensy bit to have him irritate you way back then," Lorelai pointed out to her.
"Mom, he was annoying! And a flirt! And pesky!" she enumerated.
"And he's all those things still only you've learned to tolerate them," Lorelai said.
"No, he's changed!" Rory defended her beau.
"When was the last time he pulled a Mrs. Robinson joke on you?" she asked.
"He asked me if it was too late to date you before he proposed," Rory recalled.
"My point exactly," Lorelai responded. "Now wouldn't you be disappointed if he hit on grandma."
"Do you have to be so verbose?" Rory asked, looking disgusted.
"I send you to college and you use Webster against me," Lorelai shot her daughter an incredulous look.
"You know what I mean," Rory commented. "On to you."
"Why me? What have I done now?" Lorelai asked.
"I told you my story. Now tell me yours," she hinted.
"Hmm. Maybe I should tell you his proposal when you're a little older," Lorelai teased.
"See? I cannot have a decent conversation with a woman who is regressing in mental age," Rory complained.
"Are you sure? I mean, it's not as exciting as yours," her mother said.
"Mom, it's your engagement story. It's not like you have to compete with anyone," her daughter pointed out.
Lorelai thought of the way Luke proposed. It was very simple and yet intimate.
"Lor, what do you see five years from now?" Luke asked her, stroking her naked arm as he hugged her in bed.
"Other than the fact that I'll be over 40?" she asked. "Hopefully, pay you back in full for the loan and have enough money to get this house repaired."
"No, I mean do you see us together?" he clarified.
Lorelai stroked the hair on his chest. In the last couple of years, Lorelai felt like Luke had been there with her from the very start and to her, that meant a lot.
"Luke," she said, "I don't think I'd exist without you here with me," she confided.
Luke kissed her on the forehead. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she whispered.
"Did you read your horoscope for the day?" he asked.
She looked at him strangely. "When? We just got up!"
"Well, I think you should check it out today," he reminded her.
"Okay," she said.
"Do you want me to get it?" he volunteered.
He didn't wait for her to answer. He went to the door to retrieve the paper. Lorelai sat up and unfolded the paper. Next to her horoscope, a note said, "a certain person will ask you to marry him. Answering 'yes' will make your day better."
Lorelai had to hold her tears back. "Is this real?"
"You know I'm not good with words," Luke admitted.
"Luke…" she stuttered.
"Marry me," he ordered her.
"Is this another way for you to shut me up?" she asked.
"No, this is what will," he said as he kissed her squarely on the mouth.