I texted Paul that morning.

I went to Luke's, and Jess was there. We didn't talk, but we acknowledged each other's presence with a nod and didn't mind the other person being there for the rest of the stay. It was nice.

I went to the Inn and sat with mom and Sookie in the kitchen for a while. Apparently, Michel's boyfriend wanted them to go to his parents so he could propose. Michel was almost unbearable about showing the ring and telling the story.

I went home to a still sleeping Logan, the jet lag had been hard on him.

I sat and wrote and edited the whole day. Logan woke up a four, so we ate lunch together at home. We cooked. In our kitchen. I didn't even know that was possible.

At night, we went out to a restaurant in Hartford, me, Logan, my mom and Luke. It didn't really know how this constellation had come about, but we actually had a nice time together. After the disaster with Dean, Luke had made sure that he bonded with Logan before it was too late.

At dinner, I realised that something was off. My mom and Logan were acting the same as usual, but then again, they were good actors. Luke, on the other hand, was sweating and rambling a bit. It was after we had had our main course and began discussing dessert, that Logan stood up. And then went down on one knee.

"So, as you all know, I've tried this once before – I hope I have better luck today." He chuckled nervously. "That one time, all those years ago, I proposed to you because I was graduating from college and we were going our separate ways. Back then, it was a practical proposal, I thought we'd had a better chance at staying together if we had rings to prove it. I realise now that it was a mistake, that we were too young." He took a breath, when had he had time to practice this monologue? "But, I don't think it's a coincidence that we are here, in the same position, eleven years later. Because I love you, Lorelei Leigh Gilmore, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't think there would be any better way to spend all of my days than with you by my side. So…" He pulled out a little jewellery box, fumbled a bit before he managed to open it and reveal the most beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?"

I had to admit, I was bawling. I tried to wipe away the tears to not ruin my makeup too much, but it was already too late. He was right, we had been here before. But this time, it really was different. We were different people. We had finally grown up, or well, grown up a bit more. I was sitting in front of a different man, one whom I still loved unreasonably much. But a different man nonetheless. I was also different. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence, like he said. Maybe we had changed to be better for each other. It was different. And in that moment, I couldn't think of any reason to say no.

We ordered dessert, but I couldn't stop crying. It was a good kind of cry, though. Logan was grinning. I caught Luke hiding wiping some tears away. My mom was also kind of sad, but also really, really happy. I think she realised then, that I wouldn't be hers the same way I was before. I didn't want it to be true, I loved my mom more than anything in the whole world. I wouldn't function without her. But yes, things were going to be different. It wasn't like we weren't going to meet all the time, or watch movies the same way, or talk the same way. Yet… something had changed.

In the car ride home, we listened to some classics on the radio. We all sang along to the lyrics, my mom and I busted some moves too. I sat there, in the backseat with Logan by my side, and I realised that these were the people I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Instinctively, I put a hand on my stomach. I had started to show some time ago. These people – and our baby. I was pretty darn lucky.