Author's Note-

I know, I took way too long getting this next chapter out but hopefully a little length helps with the time gap. And thanks for the great reviews on the last chapter!!!! I'll be eternally greatful if they keep on comin'!!!!

Enjoy!!!

Everyday

Chapter Four: The One Where Luke Isn't Alone With The Babies

(Mid May)

Knock! Knock!

“Why are they knocking?” Lorelai groaned.

Luke took a fleeting glance at his watch before saying, “because it's a quarter to 7.”

“Yes, and that would've been the right answer if I asked 'why are they here?' But not what I asked.”

“They're your parents; they're polite and rich; they knock before going into their daughter's house,” he said with a small shrug while reaching for a wipey.

“And they should know having nearly three week old infants makes it impossible to answer the door. At least in a timely manner,” she said while swiping a clean diaper.

Before Luke could rally back, another knock came.

“They must know we're here. We're always here!” Newborn twins!” she shouted while snapping the diaper in place.

“Next time I'll put a sign on the door,” Luke said, his voice dull as he began snapping the weensy closed.

“Where the hells Rory? She could've answered the door,” Lorelai grumped while peaking to check on Luke's progress before reaching for a tiny sock that had been kicked off.

“She's not coming.”

Lorelai looked up in surprise while planting a hand on her baby's belly.

“She has a late final or something for school,” the man explained with a helpless shrug while keeping his eyes on the prize.

“And you didn't think to let the mother know that her daughter wouldn't be coming to dinner?”she asked incredulously with a pointing finger at her chest. “I haven't seen her since the babies were born.”

“She came to the party.”

Lorelai rolled her eyes. “Fine; I haven't seen her since two days after the babies were born. Better?”

“Done!” he exclaimed.

Lorelai's mouth fell open while she turned to look at a pants-less, one-sock-less Bella, the little girl busy sucking away on a pacifier with her eyes looking through the open window. “You did that unpurpose,” she accused with narrowed eyes aimed at her husband.

“Mommy's just mad 'cause she lost,” Luke cooed to Liam while picking the boy up and holding him to his chest.

“No; mommy's mad that she's stuck with diaper duty for the weekend,” Lorelai grumbled while turning back to finish Bella as another knock was heard.

“You're the one who wanted to turn diaper changing into a contest,” he said with a smile while absentmindedly rocking back and forth.

“Well, I've been doing it for years; I should be able to go pro by now. And you play dirty. Not fair.”

Luke's smile widened. “Maybe next time you won't want to make things interesting.”

“Or maybe we'll have share time before going to battle,” she said pointedly.

Another knock.

“I'll get it,” Luke said before quickly leaving the room.

Lorelai sighed while turning back to Bella. “And here I thought picking the one without the little mini squirt gun would tip the odds in my favor,” she said sadly while lifting Bella to her chest. She left a kiss across her baby's light, soft brown hair, then turned to go downstairs, leaving Liam's dirty diaper right where Luke left it.

Downstairs

“Finally!” Emily nearly exclaimed when Luke answered the door. “I was about to call the police. I thought something happened.”

“Sorry,” Luke apologized while motioning for them to come in. “We were upstairs changing their diapers.”

“And how is my grandson?” Richard asked with a proud smile while taking his coat off. “He looks like he's in need of a nap,” the man said thoughtfully.

Luke looked down at his boy while rubbing small circles over the baby's back. “He just woke up so he might still be a little tired.”

“And my granddaughter?”

“With Lorelai. They should be down any minute.”

“Does she need help?” Emily asked.

“No. I'm here,” Lorelai called while coming down the stairs. “Hey mom; hey dad.”

“Hello, Lorelai,” Richard greeted with his eyes on Bella.

“Oh, I think she dropped this,” Emily realized while bending to the floor to retrieve the fallen pacifier. She then stood up and held the nipple to Bella's searching mouth and through closed eyes, instinct took over and the infant began sucking away at a mile a minute.

“Baby says thank you,” Lorelai whispered through a grin.

Emily rolled her eyes while sitting back down. “So, Luke, how are things? You seem to be adjusting to fatherhood rather well,” she complimented with a smile.

Luke nodded. “So far, so good.”

“Tell 'em which part is your favorite,” Lorelai encouraged while taking a seat next to her husband.

“What?”

“You know, the drinking...” she prodded.

“Drinking?” Richard question.

Luke was still confused. Lorelai gave him a look.

“Ah, jeez,” the man groaned. “This is pay back for the diapers, isn't it? Sore loser,” he murmured under his breath.

“Lorelai?” Emily pushed, not understanding.

With a wicked grin, Lorelai turned to her parents. “Luke gets a kick outta watching me lactate.”

“Your mama's mean,” Luke whispered to his boy.

“Hey, mama's just telling it like it is.”

“Well mama should learn to put a lid on it.”

“Honestly, Lorelai,” Emily scolded with a shake of her head.

“I'm gonna check on dinner,” Luke announced while getting to his feet. “Anyone want him?”

“Someone save him or else its straight to baby jail for the poor little boy,” Lorelai said while tilting her chin at the pack n play.

“May I?” Emily asked.

“Of course,” Luke granted while walking to the chair just in front of the banister. And after carefully transferring his fragile son to the boy's grandmother, he headed for the kitchen.

“How 'bout I get drinks for everyone?” Richard volunteered.

“Martini, please,” Emily requested with most of her attention focused on a snoozy Liam.

“Lorelai?”

The tired mom sighed while leaning back agianst the cushions with her hands holding Bella close. “I'm not allowed. Someone won't let me.”

“You're breastfeeding!” Luke called from the kitchen.

“Not at this very moment!”

“You know what I mean!”

“Why can you only say the forbidden word if there's another word right after it?! Is it bad luck to say the word alone!? Will it curse my boobs if you do?!”

“I'm sorry for asking,” Richard apologized with an amused grin while walking down the hall to the kitchen.

“He won't let me smoke either!” Lorelai tatteled.

“And since when do you smoke?” Emily challenged with arched brows.

“All I'm saying is it would be nice to have the option.”

“Yes, I'm stopping you from poisoning your lungs; I'm a bad man. I should get twenty to life,” Luke drawled while coming back down the hall with a glass of milk for his wife. “Here.”

“You know, if I didn't like milk or gave a crap about cows, I wouldn't just drink this, no questions asked.”

“It's good for you; It's good for the babies,” he said, using the same line he's always used whenever he wanted her to eat or drink something healthy.

“The second my boobs are no longer in service, that won't work anymore,” she warned.

He nodded before leaning towards her to leave a kiss on her forehead. Lorelai closed her eyes on contact while a sigh escaped her breath. “Drink up,” he whispered before darting back to the kitchen.

“One of these days,” Lorelai murmured, but none the less, she tiped the glass to her lips. Emily's smile grew.

XXX

Just after 7, the Gilmore-Danes clan were all seated in the kitchen around the rectangular, wooden table.

“I only ask because you made everything else bigger.”

“The only thing we made bigger was my room-our room,” Lorelai quickly corrected while handing the bread basket to her dad.

“And you purchased a bigger table,” Emily added. “Asking why you didnt expand your kitchen was a perfectly valid question.”

Lorelai shrugged before peaking at the babies and finding that both of them were still sound asleep in the pack n play at the end of the hall. “The room doesn't get much usuage, so why fix what isn't broken?” she reasoned. “I mean Luke cooks in here sometimes, but even that's not much. When he's working, he usually just makes food at the diner and brings it home.”

“Yup,” Luke echoed while standing over the table, his eyes surverying the contents, making sure everything they needed was there.

“Well, what about the living room?” Emily wondered. “Surely you could have made that room bigger. Soon enough you'll have two young children crawling all over the place. And there's you and Luke, plus Rory when she's home. Don't you think you need more space?”

Lorelai shrugged. “We'll just get rid of some furniture when they become mobile,” Lorelai waved off as Luke slid into the seat next to her. “I always hated that weird half couch thing across from the old, icky chair and next to the really uncomfortable couch.”

“We're not getting new furniture,” Luke warned.

“Just a new couch,” Lorelai bargained. “I think it's growing weak in it's old age.”

“So you're telling me it was good when you bought it?” Luke challenged.

“Yes it was,” she said primly with her chin high.

“Like sitting on a pile of rocks,” he grumbled.

“I know!” she agreed.

“Just the couch.”

“Thank you!” she exclaimed with a smile before kissing his cheek.

“Emily, can you please pass the mashed potatoes?” Richard asked while working on filling his plate. The woman nodded while passing the bowl. “So how are the nights? The twins still keeping you up at all hours?” Richard questioned.

“Liam's been okay, but his stubborn sister in there refuses to sleep more than two hours at a time, if that. It's like she has some internal alarm or something.”

“You had the same problem with Rory,” Emily reminded her daughter.

“That's right, I did,” Lorelai remembered.

“How long did it last?” Luke asked.

“A couple of months, I think,” Lorelai answered. “Then she mellowed out and would at least sleep for five or six hours at a time.”

“And Liam hasn't been giving you problems?” Richard wondered.

“He has his moments,” Luke said.

“And his nights,” Lorelai added. “But he's pretty consistent. Asleep around 8, wakes up later during the night for a snack, falls asleep drinking, then back to lights outs and repeat. But my fussy little girl needs to be coerced into it. She needs some intense cuddling, a few songs, multiple rounds of rocking and a few wind ups on her mobile. And sometimes that doesn't even work and she ends up in bed with us. She really likes the bed,” Lorelai explained with a shrug.

“You shouldn't let her sleep in bed with you,” Emily warned. “Then she won't want to sleep in her crib.”

“We don't have to worry about that,” Luke said between bites.

“She already hates the crib. She won't even nap in it. If I even go near it with her in my arms, she freaks out. I have to sneak her in there while she's asleep and sometimes she wakes up when I put her down then it's all over,” Lorelai warned darkly.

“Crying, a lot of crying,” Luke mumbled through a sad sigh.

Lorelai frowned at her husband while rubbing her hand across his back.

“Have you ever thought of hiring help?” Emily questioned.

“No, mom, we don't want a nanny. We don't want someone else raising our kids.”

Emily stiffened, taking the blow with her shoulders squared and her head high before continuing. “I just mean someone to help you with Bella's sleeping. Maybe a nanny could handle the late nights so the two of you could get a good night's rest. You took the help with Rory.”

“I didn't have much of a choice.”

“How's the diner?” Richard quickly asked his son in law, trying to avoid an uncoming storm.

“It's good, but business is always good when the weather is nice.”

“Of course you had a choice,” Emily defended herself.

“Are you kidding me? You had a full baby staff prepped and ready to go before I was even in my third trimester. You hired those pepole without telling me.”

“I just wanted you to have help.”

“How's the firm?” Luke asked, trying to derail the conversation.

“Well, I'm afraid I need to hire a new assistant. Karen's leaving the state. I hate finding new assistants,” he complained.

“I didn't want help, mom.”

“You're obviously too stubborn for your own good, Lorelai, so I did what I had to do to make sure Rory would be properly cared for.”

“Uh oh,” Luke mumbled.

Lorelai dropped her fork while looking up at her mother. “You thought I couldn't handle my own daughter?” she questioned, just daring her mom to agree.

“You were 16, Lorelai. You were a child raising a child. Of course you needed help.”

“Emily, please,” Richard begged.

“The second I left that house, it was me on my own, mother. I was with Rory, everyday, taking care of her and doing what had to be done. I didn't need your help,” she said in a firm tone.

“Lorelai, your food's getting-” Luke started while at the same time Richard said, “Emily, you should eat bef-”

“Stay outta this!” both women snapped and not a second latter, cries came from the living room.

“Damn it,” Lorelai cursed while pushing back from the table and hurrying inside.

Luke sighed while leaning back agianst his chair. “Look, Emily, I know what happened in the past happened and you and Lorelai will always have your problems, but can you try not to bring them up? Especially during dinner like this. Believe it or not, Lorelai looks forward to this every week. She won't admit it to you, but a apart of her does,” he said while getting to his feet. “Maybe we should skip deseret tonight,” he said before leaving the room to help his wife.

Emily was speechless for a moment before turning to her husband and saying, “I was simply trying to help my daughter, that's all.”

“I know, dear,” Richard said with a small smile while covering her hand with his own. “But maybe it's best if you didn't.”

“Yes, maybe,” she murmured.

Later on that Night

“Hey,” Luke whispered while appearing in the doorway.

Lorelai looked up from where she was lying in bed with Bella in her arms, the girl's tiny lips around her her mommy's nipple as she drank her late evening snack. “Liam down?”

“For the count.”

“Come snuggle with us,” Lorelai said while patting the space next to her.

Luke pushed away from the doorway to crawl into bed next to his wife and daughter. He put his arm around Lorelai, urging her to lie back agianst his side while his eyes found Bella and instantly, he was mesmorized by her.

“You staring?” Lorelai whispered while rubbing her finger across her baby's moving cheek.

“Uh huh.”

Lorelai's smile grew. “You're in love with her, aren't you?”

“Afraid so.”

“It's good that you love our kids, Luke. You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

The man smiled further before turning to kiss Lorelai's soft cheek. “Rory called while you were in the shower.”

“Aw, really?” she asked. Luke nodded. “We keep missing eachother.”

“She's coming for the weekend.”

Lorelai turned to look at him. “She is?” she asked, hopeful.

“Yeah. Her last final is in the morning, but after that, she's all yours. She said she's got a girl's day planned or something,” he said through a shrug.

“But the babies-”

“I'll be here.”

“I know, but both of them? All day?” she asked with doubtful eyes while biting down on her lower lip.

“We'll be fine,” Luke assured her. “I'm here everyday; I know their routine.”

“Yes, but-”

“You're going,” he said firmly. “I know you miss being out there and I know you miss Rory. She's not coming by until after 12 and you'll be back for dinner. She already put your orders in,” he said through a grin. “We'll be okay for the afternoon and if something happens, which it won't, you know half those lunes are always on standby.”

“If you're sure you're gonna be okay,” Lorelai said with a tinge of uncertainty in her voice as she looked back at Bella, watching as her baby girl drank peacefully while her tired blue eyes fluttered open and closed about every other minute.

“We'll be okay,” Luke confirmed.

“Okay, but if you need-”

“I'll call.”

“And if you have a-”

“I'll call.”

“And if there's an-”

“I'll call.”

“Okay then,” Lorelai said before blowing out a breath. “Just a few hours.”

“Don't worry,” Luke whispered, his voice close to her ear. “That's my job.”

Lorelai looked up to grant him a small smile. “I'll try not to.”

A moment of silence fell as the two tired, but proud parents watched over their baby as she fell asleep at her mother's breast.

“Wow,” Lorelai awed, her voice low. “She usually doesn't conk out during a meal.”

“She never went back to sleep earlier. She's probably tired,” Luke reasoned.

“Thank God,” Lorelai breathed while carefully turning to bury her face in Luke's chest.

“We'll talk tomorrow?” Luke asked while wrapping his arms around her.

“About what?”

“Dinner.”

Lorelai's eyes peeped open. “What's there to talk about? We ate, they left, I showered.”

“Lorelai-”

“We had a fight, Luke; it's nothing new and there's nothing to talk about.”

“Even if you just wanna complain, I'm listening,” he offered.

Lorelai tilted her face up to give him a weak smile. “I know, babe and I appreciate it, but I'm just too tired to even do that. We'll always find something to fight about; she'll always linger on the past and there's nothing I can do about it. I can't change what happened; I can't change getting pregnant at 16, and I don't want to. She just can't accept that,. There's nothing I can do.”

Luke nodded. “I'm sorry,” he apologized.

“You didn't do anything.”

“Yeah, well...”

Lorelai reached up to spread her fingers over his scruffy cheek. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “You're welcome.”

The next morning it was just 10 minutes before 12 when Lorelai was standing in front of her closet in nothing but a robe and make up.

“I'm fat,” she complained.

“You're not fat.”

“Yes I am. I'm just not as fast as I was before, but I'm still fat.”

“You just had twins,” he reminded her.

“And they're out now but I'm still fat.”

“Takes time to lose weight,” Luke answered distractedly while going around their room, gathering laundry.

Lorelai turned to look at him. “You saying I need to lose weight?”

“I think you look great,” Luke answered on reflex. “You think you need to lose weight.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Nice save.”

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome.” Lorelai then sighed while turning back to her closet. “I'm fat.”

Luke just shook his head before quickly leaving the room.

XXX

Luke was going around the living room, using up every moment of the twins nap time to clean up when Rory walked in.

“Hey,” the college girl called in a loud whisper.

Luke quickly rounded the couch and popped up in the foyer to great her. “Hey. Good to see you, Rory,” he said with a smile while reaching to hug his stepdaughter.

“Good to see you too, Luke. Where is everyone?”

“The babies are asleep and your mom's getting dressed.”

“Okay, well I guess I'll unpack while she's still busy.”

Luke nodded. “Fresh coffee in the kitchen.”

“Bless you!”

Luke smiled.

While the Danes man was cleaning up and Rory was unpacking her things, Lorelai finally decided on an outfit.

“Hey, mom. Long time, no see,” Rory said through a grin while walking through the living room.

“Look at what I'm wearing!”

“So?”

“I'm down to sweats and a hoodie. I look like I'm going jogging,” she said while frowning down at her body.

“No one wears flip flops to go running,” Rory waved off.

“You know what I mean. Before all this, I was a hot, gorgeous, thin, mom and now I'm dressed like an old hag for a day out on the town. This is not okay.”

“She thinks she's fat,” Luke whispered to Rory in passing.

“Oh, mom, no one cares what you're wearing. Now come on, we have manicures to get to,” she enticed.

“Fine,” Lorelai grumped while coming down the stairs. “But I only have a few hours before I need to pump or I'm gonna have a leaking problem.”

“Duly noted. Let's go.”

Once the girls were gone, Luke took a look around. The twins were still asleep and he noticed just how quiet the house became when the girls weren't there to fill it with noise. But of course, the peace only lasted a moment as familiar cries brought him back to reality. His little girl was awake. Last one down, first one up. Luke couldn't figure her out; she was like her mom in that way and Luke was sure there were more similarities to come.

The Inn

Before heading to the salon for manicures, Lorelai and Rory thoguht they'd surprise Michel and Sookie.

“Well, hello there hansome,” Lorelai greeted in a breathy, southern accent. “Aren't you just the cutest little french man I ever seen.”

Michel looked up from the desk and his face instantly fell at who he found standing in the lobby. “If you came here to torture me, don't bother; the sweaty bikers have taken care of that.”

“Oh, that's right, the bikers are back.”

“That time of year,” Rory added.

“I guess they were such a hit last year that Taylor let them ride through town again.”

“They left disgusting sweat all over the place this morning. I spent hours cleaning,” he complained.

“Michel, we pay people to clean.”

“Well, they don't do it good enough!” he huffed before turning on his heel and stumping away.

“I hear if they don't come back on time this year, Taylor's suing their leader,” Rory said through her giggles.

“Oh, maybe they'll be on Judge Judy! That would be a hoot!”

Meanwhile, back at the crapshack, everything was going good until little Liam decided to wake up and join the party.

“Oh, uh,” Luke panicked helplessly, his eyes darting back and forth between who was lying in his arms, drinking a bottle and Liam, who would wail any minute now if food wasn't presented to him. He was okay so long as a nipple was in his mouth not a few minutes after he wakes up.

“Okay, buddy, she's almost done,” Luke called, knowing familiar voices usually calmed him. But then the phone rang. Luckily the cordless was just next to him.

“Hello?”

“Oh, hey, Sugah, how ya doing?!” Babette boosted.

“Fine, Babette,” he answered distractedly as Bella started to fuss. He looked down to find that her bottle was empty. She wanted to be burped and probably changed.

Babette covered the mouthpeice before turning to the small crowd behind her. “He say he's fine.”

“For now,” Gypsy threw in.

“Luke, sweetie, we heard Lorelai isn't home.”

“She isn't. Why?” he asked without thinking while scrambling to get an impatient Bella into a burping position.

“And you have the babies?”

“Yeah.”

“We'll be right in!” she promised before hanging up.

“Wait, what?” Luke demanded, but it was too late.

Just outside, Babette, Patty, Gypsy, Lulu and Kirk were in a huddle while coming up with a game plan.

“Wait, what about me?” Kirk asked after he wasn't given a task.

“You can stay here and wait for Liz. She's on her way,” Patty said.

“Got it. I'll wait for her,” Kirk said with such a serious tone before saluting Patty.

“You're the perfect man for the job, honey buns,” Lulu said with a smile before kissing his cheek.

“Thanks, snuchums.”

“I got the key!” Babette exclaimed before everyone filed behind her. “Open and run! Open and run!” she shouted.

Salon

“Do you think I need a hair cut?” Lorelai asked her daughter as they sat side by side, getting their nails done.

“I thought you were trying to grow it out a little.”

“I am,” Lorelai confirmed while looking down at her dark locks that about reached the curve of her bra cup. “But maybe to get rid of the dead ends.”

“Oh, yeah, I should get one too.”

Lorelai nodded while turning just a bit. “Hey, Cindy, any chance you can fit your two favorite clients in for a quick trim?”

“Of course,” the woman said with a grin.

“Great, thanks, Cindy!”

“You're welcome!”

“Okay, so cuts and nails; what's next?”

“I was thinking lunch, then movies, then depending on time, run through starbucks.”

“And cheat on Luke!?” Lorelai gasped.

“Soup plantation!”

“Still cheating!”

“Buffest, rainbow sprinkles, a zillion different kinds of soups...”

“Who says Luke has to know,” Lorelai reasoned.

“Exactly,” Rory said with a smile. “This is fun, huh?”

“Hey, it's been weeks since I've seen you. Anything that doesn't include spitting up or breastfeeding is fun for me.”

Rory laughed. “You think Luke is doing okay?”

“Yeah; he'd call if he needed me. Plus, I warned Babette that I won't be home and I asked her to call and check in every once and a while.”

“Good idea.”

Lorelai smiled. “Thought so.”

Crapshack

“Don't worry, dollface, we're here to help,” Babette said as the women swamped the house, everyone going to their tasks. “Why don't you go on upstiars and take a nap. Put your feet up! You're lookin a little rough there, sugah.”

“No, really, Babette, you guys should go home; I'm fine,” Luke insisted while getting to his feet.

“No, no, you need sleep!” Babbette countered while pushing him towards the staircase. “And don't you worry; Patty's in the kitchen, cooking some dinner for later; Gypsy's cleaning up; Lulu has that cute little boy over there and I'll take this precious baby girl,” she said while trying to take Bella from Luke.

“Did Lorelai tell you to come here?”

“No, she just wanted me to call, but it seemed like things were getting crazy, so we came! And if you don't go upstairs and gimme that baby right now, I'm I'm gonna have to call Lorelai,” she warned.

Luke sighed. If she called Lorelai, his wife would come rushing home and he knew she really needed today. She needed time alone with her first born. He wouldn't take that away from her.

“Fine, I'll go, but just for a little while,” he warned while transferring Bella to Babette's arms. “And if you need me, wake me up.”

“Yeah, yeah, we got it! Now go!”

Luke had no choice but to trudge his way upstairs and lie down. He thought about sleeping since he had the opportunity, but even if he really wanted to, there was just too much comotion going on downstaris.

“Crazy town,” he muttered.

Later On

When Lorelai and Rory arrived home, they walked into a spotless, quiet house. Curious looks covered their faces as they wondered into the living room to find Babette sitting on the couch, reading a magazine.

“Hey, Babette.”

“Oh, hey dollfaces. You girls have fun?”

Lorelai looked at Rory, then back to her neighbor. “Is everything okay, Babette?”

“Oh yeah, fine, sugah,” she reported with a smile.

“Where's Luke?”

“Upstairs, sleeping. He looked tired so we sent him upstiars.”

“We?”

“Yeah, the girls and I were here to help. But don't worry, everything was fine.”

“Oh, well, thanks, Babette.”

“Anything for you girls and those babies! They're so cute I could faint just lookin at 'em!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, the good genes pulled through,” Lorelai said with a smile.

Babette nodded. “They're sleeping in Rory's room. We moved the pack n play 'cause it was quieter in there; dinner is sitting in the oven, ready to go and I'll see you two later!” she boosted before leaving.

When her neighbor left, Lorelai turned to Rory and said, “what the hell was that?”

“I have no idea.”

“This place is clean, really really clean.”

“Yeah.”

“Dinner is made. By someone other than Luke.”

“Weird.”

“Luke's asleep. Before the dinner he usually makes got eaten.”

“Weirder.”

Lorelai sighed. “I'm gonna go up, find out what happened.”

“I'll get plates and everything.”

Lorelai smiled before kissing her cheek. “Good plan, babe. Meet u down here in a few minutes.”

When Lorelai walked through her bedroom, she found her hubby right where Babette said he'd be: asleep on the bed. With a wide smile, she crawled across the covers and slid up next to him. She then leaned over to take his lips in a slow, gentle, promising kiss. It always did the trick.

“Wha?” Luke asked while slowly waking up.

Lorelai smiled. “Asleep on the job, huh?” she asked, amused at his disorientation.

“I fell asleep,” he said, confused, while looking around.

“Yes you did.”

“I don't remember falling asleep.”

“Babe, what happened?” she asked while rubbing his covered belly. It always soothed him.

“They came and took over. I didn't have a choice.”

“Yeah, I heard something like that,” Lorelai said through a nod.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I didn't ask them to come.”

“I know, hon, it's okay,” she assured him. “You do look tired.”

“I'm fine. Where's the twins?”

“Nap time. And Im thinking their daddy should get back to his.”

“But-”

Lorelai stopped him, kissing away the words before he could say them. “I'll wake you up later for bed time, I promise. Please, sleep.”

“But dinner-”

“Is done; they cooked.”

Luke sighed while letting his body fall to the mattress.

“You surrendering?” she whispered. He nodded. “And Lorelai wins again.”

To Be Continued..

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