A/N- I'm so sorry! This is short, and it took me a long time to update! It's short mainly because this is Lorelai's POV and a lot more is going on with Rory, so the next chapter is definitely going to be longer. But please, enjoy anyway.

Chapter 6

"Ooh! Cake!" I cried as Rory walked into the diner with a plateful of Sookie's awesome fancy wedding cakes. "However did you manage it?"

"It took a lot of convincing, so you better damn well appreciate this." She grumbled as she sat down on a stool next to me.

"Don't worry my dear, I will." I pulled the foil off of the plate and immediately began tasting. "This one!" I cried.

"No, you have to taste all of them. Trust me, I tried that with Sookie, it didn't fly."

After trying them all, I was at a loss. "What am I going to do?" I wailed. "I can't choose, they're all too good!"

"What are you whining about now?" Luke asked as he refilled my mug of coffee.

I pushed the plate over to him. "Taste them." I demanded. "Try to choose which one should be our wedding cake."

After trying them all he shook his head. "I can't choose."

We stood there for a while, trying to figure out what to do. "Is anyone we're inviting lactose intolerant?" I asked.

Rory thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not that I can recall."

"Anyone diabetic?"

"No."

"Anyone who doesn't like cake?"

"This is Sooki's cake. That's not possible."

"Damn it, why are all our friends so healthy!" I yelled.


I got to the Inn the next day and started humming quietly to myself while going over the ledger.

"Why must you always be so happy?" Michel asked in his annoying, nasal voice.

I smiled at him. "Because I have a significant other and you don't."

"Oh please, spare me the sappy love song," He rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, Michel. I'm sure you'll find a lass under at least two hundred pounds that has some strange fetish for dark skinned French men who speak through their noses and despise the world and everyone in it soon enough."

"I'm glad you have such faith in me," He replied dryly.

At that moment, Rory ran into the room looking rather harassed with her normally perfect brown hair flying everywhere from her head. She whipped her head in every direction, her blue eyes opened wide.

"Whoa, whoa, what's wrong?" I asked her.

She turned to me and ran to the front desk and ducked behind it. "Hide me!" She yelled.

"What?" I asked bewilderedly.

Before she could explain, Kirk burst into the inn dressed like a huge chicken. "Rory! Rory, please, just think about it! I swear, you won't be disappointed!"

I looked down at the cowering Rory who was looking up at me and wildly shaking her head and mouthing, "No…no…"

"Uh, sorry, Kirk, she's not here." I said firmly, trying to shoo Kirk away who was starting to attract a lot of stares.

"What are you talking about, she's right here," Michel said while not looking up from the ledger.

"Where?" Kirk asked, completely ignoring me.

"Uh, Kirk, I think you need to get out right now."

"Where is she?" He asked.

Michel pointed underneath the counter and Rory kicked him hard in the shins. "Hey, not fair," He whined as he rubbed his shin.

Kirk came up to the front desk and stuck his head underneath and glared at Rory. "Please, just think about it."

"Kirk, I don't need a security guard for the wedding." She said firmly but wincing at his total invasion of her personal space.

"Please Rory? I've got a taser just for this!" He pleaded. "Look, I'll even give you a discount for my services, seven fifty per hour!"

"No, Kirk." She said exasperatedly.

"Rory, you never know when you or Tristan or Luke or Lorelai or any of your guests might get kidnapped."

"Kirk, I really don't think that's gonna happen," I said firmly. "Why don't you go back to Gramma's, okay?"

"Lorelai! Knock some sense into her, please? She needs a security guard!"

"I don't think so Kirk."

He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "No."

"But—"

"No."

He glared at me and stomped off in his rubber chicken feet and out the door, slamming it loudly as he left.

Rory sighed and slowly got up from underneath the counter. "Thanks, Mom. He's been following me around all week asking whether or not I'd let him be my security guard."

I grinned. "You have to admit, it's pretty cool he got a taser."

She narrowed her eyes and smoothed out her hair. "I don't trust anyone in this town with a taser."

"Me either," Michel added tonelessly.

"So what are you're plans for today?"

"Well Lane and I are going to shop for dresses in Stanford, and we're gonna take Grandma with us too."

I dropped my pen. "What?"

"Now before you get all, 'my mother is the work of the devil' and stuff, please realize that she was trained for these things."

"Yeah! Doesn't that shock you in any way?"

"Mom!"

I grumbled.

"Mom…"

"Alright, alright." I waved her off.

"Thanks." She kissed me on the cheek, gathered her things and went into the kitchen. "I'm gonna grab a quick little something first."

I followed her and said, "Oh, by the way, Paris called. She wants you to get back to her."

"Oh, okay."

She sampled one of those tiny finger sandwiches that Sooki was making for teatime. "Bring Luke to Friday night dinner again."

"What? Why?"

"Grandma will want to see him so the color scheme of the wedding will match his skin color."

"Just tell her no pastels and she'll be fine."

"Mom."

"Okay, okay."


"Bad news," I announced as I slammed my purse on the counter.

"Let me guess," He said while pouring me a mug of coffee. "It has something to do with Kirk and a taser."

"Good guess." I took a deep sip and said, "No, I have to drag you to my mother's again."

He shoulders dropped. "What? Why?"

"Rory's idea. Emily wants to make sure that the color scheme matches your skin tone."

"Just tell her no pastels and she'll be fine."

"See that's what I told her, but apparently that's not good enough."

He sighed and said, "Alright."

"Good." I pecked him on the cheek and finished my coffee in silence.

After ten minutes elapsed, he dropped his pad of paper and asked, "Okay, what's wrong?"

I looked up, bewildered. "What?"

"You're way too quiet. What's wrong?"

I heaved a sigh. "It seems like yesterday I was just moving into the Inn with Rory and working as a maid, you know?" I gave a reminiscent smile. "She was so tiny and pale…so soft."

He smiled with me, not saying a word.

"I watched her grow up. She and I have been through so much together. We made it through her teenage years, better than most moms and daughters. And now…she's all grown up. She's getting married to Satan of all people."

"What?"

"Long story," I said quickly. "It's just…she's all grown up now. She's getting married to a successful guy that millions of girls over the country have possibly already fallen in love with."

"Rory's a special girl."

"I know."

He placed his hand over mine and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. "I'll miss her too."

"I know." And he wiped off my tears that were starting to roll down my cheeks.

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