A/N-This is my first Gilmore Girls fanfiction, so please constructive critticism only.
"Luke, Mom's here!"
"Damn it!" I heard him yell as a loud crash of pots and pans echoed through the diner. "Distract her!"
"For how long?"
"Aw, fifteen minutes, maybe?"
"Yeah, how 'bout I just stick her with a horse tranquilizer," I muttered under my breath thinking of the impossible task of keeping my mother away from Luke on her birthday. Her traditional ten cups of coffee as an indulgence for being one year closer to death did nothing to make my job easier. I took a deep breath and ran out of the diner to waylay my mother.
"Hello Mini-Me! Give the birthday girl a hug!"
"Hi, mom," I said as I embraced my forty-year-old mother, even though she hardly looked the part. She looked late twenties, at most. "So how's it feel to be forty?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," She sniffed with her nose in the air. "I'm not a day over twenty-eight. Forty is ancient!"
"Of course," I said while rolling my eyes and grabbing her arm and steering her the other direction.
"Wait where are you taking me?"
"The mortuary, to pick out your coffin. They're having a sale. The mahogany one with the pink satin interior is nice."
"Why can't we look over the catalog at Luke's?"
"Because Caesar wasn't watching the soup and he let it explode all over the kitchen," I explained while embellishing with hand motions. "Luke's really pissed right now, especially since it ruined the nice lunch he made you, so we can't go in there until he's got everything ready."
"Ooh, don't forget our bet," Lorelai said with a gleam in her eye.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't rub it in your face too badly when I win."
"Which you won't."
"What are you two arguing about now?"
I smiled as Tristan walked up to us with two cups of coffee in his hand. "We were arguing over whether or not you'd show up."
He made a face. "O ye of little faith." He turned Lorelai, offered one of the cups and said, "Happy Birthday!"
"No!" I yelled and I grabbed before Lorelai could take it.
"Excuse me!" She wailed. "I think that that cup was offered to me!"
"Tristan, I have to warn you. Next time you want to give my mother a birthday gift, do not give her coffee."
He tilted his head to the side and gave me a small smile that reminded me of a mischievous child who had just stolen cookies from the jar when he wasn't supposed to. "Why?"
"Because, it doesn't go well with the other ten cups that she has every year on this same day," I explained.
"So, I take it you have a long way to go to catch up," He smiled again.
"I've only had five, I'm being severely deprived right now," I replied smugly while lifting the cup to my face.
"Sorry, Lorelai." He shrugged sheepishly.
"Not fair," She whined as she shoved my shoulder.
I merely smirked as I licked my lips and said, "Mmm, Irish Crème."
She stuck her tongue out at me. I grabbed the other cup of coffee he was holding before she could get to it, which only caused the pain in my shoulder to sharpen. Depriving my mother of free coffee was like walking into a lion's den, but it had to be done.
"Oh, I see how it is now," Tristan said after I finished the first cup and moved on to the next, a frown marring his beautiful features. "The coffee gets a warmer welcome than I do."
"I'm sorry, but you are no longer the love of my life," I teased with a big grin.
"Thank you," He said sarcastically. "On a scale from one to ten, my confidence level is now a two."
"It's how she works," Lorelai said dramatically. "First she makes you fall in love with her, then she steals your coffee. It's how I got hooked."
Tristan gave me a heart-melting smile. "I don't mind so much," He said softly while kissing me gently on the tip of my nose.
I blushed as I looked into his dark eyes. I felt that familiar feeling wash over me, you know, the feeling of total and utter helplessness that spreads down your spine. The same feeling that makes my knees turn to jelly and makes me sound like a blathering idiot.
Our moment was interrupted however, as Lorelai made gagging sounds. I turned and grimaced. "Very mature, mother."
"Finally," She said as she rolled her eyes. "I can't stand watching you two eye-kiss when I don't have anyone to eye-kiss with."
"You have Luke," Tristan said as the corners of his mouth twitched at her jealousy.
"Yes, but he's not here," she said grumpily.
"Soup explosion," I explained.
"Can't trust anyone named Caesar."
"Come on!" Lorelai cried as she grabbed my arm. "Buy me something! It's my birthday!"
I groaned and grabbed Tristan's arm while hearing him whine. "Why do I have to go with you?"
"Because you didn't get her a birthday gift." I replied.
"Yes I did! You drank it!"
"Doesn't count anymore!" Lorelai cried out gleefully. "Now you have to buy me something twice as expensive!"
"Wait, who decided that?" He complained.
"It's the gift giving rule," I explained. "If the original gift is damaged in any way shape or form, you have to buy another one, only twice as expensive."
He shrugged and grinned. "Oh well. Just twelve dollars."
Lorelai stopped and glared at him. "Forty-year old mother of girlfriend gets only a twelve dollar present from her boyfriend. Forty-year old mother almost going through mid-life crisis only gets a twelve dollar present from male version of daughter. Forty-year old, single mother being kept away from her soon to be fiancé on her birthday gets only a twelve dollar present from the jerk that deprived her of coffee."
"I didn't deprive you of coffee!"
"You offered me coffee in front of my daughter, it's the same thing!"
"I wonder how Luke feels about having his life planned for him," I said as I grabbed my arguing mother and boyfriend.
"Rory!" We all stopped and turned around to find Luke sticking his head out of the diner door.
"Hey Luke!" I called out.
"You can come in now," He said with his usual grumpy huff.
"Goody!" Lorelai jumped up and down while clapping, while running after him.
"Let's make sure she doesn't hurt herself," Tristan said with a grin.
I nodded and followed them, tingles going up and down my spine in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
The diner empty, strangely enough. It was midday, and it was normally full to bursting with people. But all the tables had been cleared except for one. There was a large table for four, with flower arrangements in the middle and dishes with funky lids on them to keep the food hot. I had to admit, I was quite impressed on how quickly Luke got it all done.
"Ooh, food!" Lorelai cried out.
Luke smiled and pulled her chair out for her. "Dig in."
We had a wonderful lunch, laughing and talking about life in general. Tristan explained how he was going to open his own consultant business and he's already got some clients in line. It was wonderful, I was so proud of him.
After the food had been cleared away, Luke brought out some wine and poured us each a bit. He lifted his glass and said in his most official voice, "Happy Birthday, Lorelai." He looked at her with such emotion that I had to look away with tears in my eyes. "May you live for forty more years." He sipped his wine and gave her sweet kiss on the lips. Tristan and I grinned at each other as we held hands underneath the table.
That was when he did it. He got down on one knee and pulled a small, black velvet box out of his breast pocket. He opened it as Lorelai gasped. "Lorelai, would you marry me?"
For once, my mother was speechless. She stared at the ring for several minutes, then said quietly, "How many carats is that?"
"Two," Luke replied with a small grin.
"Then you've got a deal," She said with a quivering voice.
Happily, Luke slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Tristan and I both clapped as he hugged her and lifted her off the ground.
As soon as the magnitude of the situation had settled in, I cried out, "I win!"
Lorelai looked up in horror and yelled, "No!"
"Yes!" And I gave an evil cackle.
"No! No fair! You were in on this!"
"Too late, we shook on it, I win!"
"Wait, she wins what?" Luke asked.
"I win the bet! Now I get to pick out her wedding dress!"
"Noooo!" She yelled.
Tristan laughed and Luke shook his head. "A perfectly good moment, ruined by a bet."
"Don't worry, Luke. I'll make her look pretty."
"I don't wanna look pretty!" Lorelai wailed. "I wanted to look like one of those biker chick brides! With spiky bracelets and heavy eye makeup!"
Luke stared at her for a moment then said, "Okay, maybe it's a good thing that Rory's choosing your dress."
"What kind of fiancé are you?" Lorelai accused him.
"The kind of fiancé that wants their future wife to look somewhat presentable at the wedding ceremony."
She waved that aside. "Bah, you're no help."
I quickly pulled a bridal magazine out of my bag and began to look through it. "Don't worry, mom, I'll even get Grandma to help."
"Oh yes, no worries after that," She said sarcastically. "She'll only want everything to be uber fancy with that damned gold trimming."
"Hey, she's paying for it, why should you care?"
Suddenly a gleam lit in Lorelai's eyes. "Hey, maybe instead of gold trimming, I can get black leather trimming!"
"Mom," I began warningly.
"And a motorcycle instead of a limo!"
"Ooh, this is gonna be fun after all!"
Luke turned to Tristan and said, "You didn't offer her coffee, did you?"
He shrugged. "I did. Rory drank it."
Luke patted me on the shoulder and said, "Good girl."
"Ooh, speaking of coffee, we can serve it instead of wine! Luke, can you be the caterer?"
"What about Sookie?"
"You can both do it."
"No I can't, I'm the groom."
"It's called multi-tasking."
"Men can't multi-task."
"Well I'm not—" He stopped abruptly, thought about what he nearly said for a moment, and walked off in a huff taking the dirty plates with him.
She turned to me with a big grin on her face.
"Lorelai, you're evil," Tristan said with a lopsided grin.
She raised a shoulder in an "I'm innocent" sort of way and said, "I do what I can."
A/N-So what did ya think? Please review. And by the way, POV alternates every chapter, so this chapter it was Rory's POV and next chapter will be Lorelai's.