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Author's Notes/Summary Thing: Well after much worry about the status of Luke and Lorelai's relationship next season, I've decided to get my thoughts on the subject out there. What if it was Luke's idea to elope? What if Lorelai agreed? All this and much more will be answered at some point. So read on...readers! And of course your reviews are always welcome.
"So how was it?"
"Eh, it rained allot and then Luke got sunburn on the first day..." Lorelai Gilmore dumped the contents of her suitcase onto her bed. She held the phone between her shoulder and ear as she sorted out the dirty clothes.
"Yeah, he never did seem like a guy that would tan. But didn't it rain everyday?" Rory asked.
"Almost. But when the sun did come out, it was really out."
"How was the beach?"
"Oh my God. It was the most beautiful place ever. It was like one of those cheesy desktop wallpapers that come with a computer and you never believe that such a place could exist. The water was so blue and warm." Lorelai paused. "Of course, the warmth is probably what attracted the jellyfish."
"You didn't get stung did you? Because the last time you got stung none of your shoes fit you for like a week because of the disgusting swelling."
"Oh, no. Believe me, I know the dangers of the jellyfish. Luke on the other hand..."
"You didn't warn him?"
"I gave him a proper warning. It even included the swollen feet story, in great detail. But does he listen to me?"
"Of course not. He was all hot from the sunburn and wanted to go in the water to cool off. But his redness just made them angry."
"Oh poor Luke."
"Poor Luke? Poor Lorelai slept alone the whole time. The whole honeymoon. No sex, zero sex. Luke slept on the tile floor in the bathroom to try and stay cool."
"Aw, mom, I'm sorry."
"Yeah well, it happens I guess. So this week I decided we'd have a re-honeymoon. This house will be in total lockdown mode once Luke gets back from checking up with Caesar down at the diner. The fridge is actually full so that we don't have to go out for food or anything. It'll be just me and Luke for five whole days of wedded bliss. I don't even have to shower if I don't want to."
"Ok, just because you no longer need to fancy yourself up to catch a man doesn't mean you should just give up personal hygiene."
"I guess you're right. So what have you been up to lately?"
"Not much. I've got a story due in a few days."
"Any news from across the pond?"
"Umm, no. But, you know, he's working hard and he probably doesn't have the time."
"Sounds like he doesn't want to make the time."
"Hey, as an old married woman I am allowed to give relationship advice whenever I want. It's one of the perks."
"So I was thinking of coming home this weekend," Rory said, quickly changing the subject.
"Great. We'll probably be done consummating our union by Friday so we can meet you at Friday night dinner."
"Luke's going to dinner?"
"Well have you told Grandma yet? About the eloping?"
"Relax. Everything will be fine. I'll tell her when the time is right."
"In other words she won't be finding out any time soon."
"Exactly." Lorelai herd the door shut downstairs. "I gotta go. Luke's back."
"Alright. I'll see you Friday then."
Lorelai hung up the phone. She couldn't help but smile. It had finally happened. She was Mrs. Luke Danes. Their wedding had happened in a whirlwind. After weeks of avoiding him, certain that their relationship was doomed, he had shown up at her door with two tickets to St. Troix. It was Luke's way of expressing how much he loved her. He hated to leave Stars Hollow, especially if leaving involved a plane. Lorelai remembered how he had squeezed her hand until he passed out from the free booze. They were married the next morning on the beach. The only thing missing was Rory. Of course she understood, as Lorelai knew she would, but that didn't make her miss her daughter any less.
Lorelai walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Luke was unpacking groceries.
"Hey." He stopped what he was doing to peck her on the lips. "You want me to scramble us some eggs?"
"Mmm, yes please." Lorelai sat down with a cup of coffee and watched him pull out the eggs and milk. He started digging through the cabinets. "Whatcha looking for?"
"A frying pan."
"A frying pan. A flat pan. It's like a pot but with lower sides."
"Oh we don't have one of those." Luke looked at her like she was crazy. "I'm not really in the mood for eggs anyway."
He sat down next to her. "I'm so glad you said yes."
"Even though I don't own a frying pan?"
"Even though you don't own a single cooking vessel." He leaned over and kissed her.
Lorelai smiled. She stood up and sat down on the table in front of him. He quickly pushed everything off the table, their coffee mugs shattering on the floor. Lorelai pushed his sweatpants down his legs with her feet as he pulled off her shorts. As he made love to her on the kitchen table, Lorelai made a mental note to buy a new table after the week was over. She would never be able to eat at this one again.