Okay, I know if anyone's even reading this, you're thinking that I'm a horrible person for not updating in the past 800 years. Things are starting to calm down in my life now, so I should be able to start updating semi-regularly again. If there's anyone out there who's still interested in the story, please let me know so it's worth continuing. Thank you so much for your support! Also, I reposted this chapter so it made a little more sense with the story. Enjoy!

The next morning, Luke felt someone poking him in the back. He cracked his eyes open to look at the clock and saw that it was only six thirty. Figuring he was imagining things, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Until he felt the tapping again.

"Luke?" Lorelai whispered. "Wake up."

Luke immediately sat up. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"You're not up yet."

Luke narrowed his eyes at her. "You woke me up to tell me that I was asleep?" he asked.

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "No," she replied. "We're going shopping, remember?"

Luke groaned. "Lorelai, it's six thirty in the morning," he said. "The stores don't even open for a couple hours."

Lorelai looked down at Luke in disbelief for a moment as he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow. "Luke!" she cried. "Come on!" When he didn't react, she sighed and leaned against her pillows for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes brightened and she moved to get out of while she started talking.

"I guess I'll just go by myself," she started. Luke grunted his approval, and she continued. "While I'm at the mall, I might as well pick up some stuff for the baby."

Luke peeked out from under his pillow, and Lorelai knew that she had him. "The baby?" he mumbled.

Lorelai nodded casually as she walked towards the closet. "Yeah," she replied. "I mean, he'll be here in five months, and it takes a long time to get things ready. We have to get wallpaper, decorate the nursery, buy a crib and put it together, get a stroller, clothes, toys…I just think it's a good idea to start now."

Luke stared at her for a moment before he sighed. "You're just doing this because you know that it would make me want to go with you, aren't you?" he asked.

Lorelai turned from the closet and faked a gasp. "Luke Danes, I'm surprised that you would assume something so horrible about me!" she cried. "I, your wife, the woman who's carrying your baby, am just trying to make sure that everything is perfect for your son when he gets here."

Luke rolled his eyes as he slid out of bed and reached for his jeans. "Lorelai, I know that's what you're doing," he said. He turned to look at her, dressed only in her jeans and a bra, and took a step closer. "And the fact that you can talk me into doing anything you want me to is going to be the end of the Luke Danes that is known to the world."

"So you're going to come with me?" Lorelai asked hopefully, looking up at him.

"Yes," Luke replied with a sigh.

"Yea!" Lorelai cried. "Thanks!" she leaned up and kissed him before she turned back to the closet and began to search for a shirt.


Half an hour later, Luke walked down the stairs, stifling a yawn. Lorelai was standing at the front door, keys in hand and purse over her shoulder, tapping her foot impatiently. "All right I'm ready, let's go," Luke said, walking towards the front door.

"Yay!" Lorelai cried as she followed him out the door. Luke drove to the mall, only half listening to Lorelai's endless lists about what they needed to buy and how she hoped that maternity clothes weren't as hideous as they were in the eighties.

"What do you think?" Lorelai asked Luke when they were almost there.

"Whatever you want," Luke replied automatically.

Lorelai narrowed her eyes at him. "So you think that we should add a personal Starbucks off the kitchen?" she asked.

"What?" Luke asked, obviously confused. She'd been talking about shopping; but leave it to Lorelai to jump from shopping for maternity clothes to her access to coffee.

"You weren't even listening, were you?" Lorelai accused. "Why do I even bother talking about these things?"

"Beats me," Luke replied. "You know how much I know about maternity clothes and malls."

Lorelai looked at him for a moment before she leaned back against the seat. "I guess you're right," she said.

Luke reached out and took her hand. "If you really want to talk about the house, I promise I'll listen," he said.

Lorelai laughed. "Sure, anything to do with building and you're in," she said. "You're such a manly man."

"And proud of it," Luke replied.

A few minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of the mall, and Lorelai immediately grabbed Luke's hand, pulling him towards the baby store. Luke had originally thought that shopping with Lorelai was bad, but that was before she had gotten pregnant. Now all she did was complain about her feet and her back, she had to pee every ten minutes, and she had to stop at every soft pretzel and ice cream stand because she got cravings.

But she refused to leave.

After an hour of looking at clothes, Luke finally said, "Do you think we should look at something besides clothes?"

Lorelai slowly put down the blue jumper she had been holding up, which Luke could see no difference from the previous blue jumper, and turned to Luke. "Luke, our son needs to have clothes," she said. "I can't bring him home from the hospital with only one outfit."

Luke cursed himself, knowing that any moment the hormones were going to start kicking in and she would burst into tears. At least no one would think it was unusual; he'd already witnessed two other women bursting into tears and yelling at their husbands. If Lorelai was going to have another mood swing, at least this was the place to do it.

"Lorelai," he said gently, stepping forward and taking her hands in his. "I just meant that there are other things we need to think about too. Cribs and car seats and toys and mobiles…we have enough clothes for now, and I'm sure that Rory and Sookie and Liz will want to go shopping with you for more."

Lorelai sniffled and nodded. "I guess you're right," she said softly. "I just…when Rory was little I couldn't afford to buy her very much stuff, and I want our baby to know that he can have anything that he wants."

Luke leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Lorelai's forehead. "Rory turned out to be an amazing woman," he said softly. "As much as I hate thinking of her as a woman…she's an amazing one. And that's because you raised her, not the amount of clothes that she had."

"Thank you," Lorelai whispered as she leaned up to kiss him.

Luke grabbed the basket with one hand and her hand with the other as they began walking towards the crib section. "Why don't we go get some lunch after we pick out a crib?" he suggested. "Then we can come back later to do the rest."

Lorelai squeezed his hand. "Okay," she said. "I'm getting pretty tired. I never thought that I would get sick of shopping. The baby must have your genes."

They stopped in front of the crib aisle and Luke thought for a moment that he was having a heart attack. He had never imagined that there could be so many different kinds of cribs. The color, size, whether it was on wheels, how the sides came up…all the different features created thousands of cribs to choose from.

"What the hell is this?" Luke grumbled as they tentatively stepped into the aisle.

Lorelai was just as stunned. "Look at this," she said. "It has a built in mobile and baby monitor. Who could possibly need something like that?"

Luke swallowed hard, then turned to Lorelai. "Lorelai, um, listen," he said. "I've kind of been thinking…what if I make the furniture for the baby's room?"

Lorelai opened her mouth to protest, but immediately closed it. She knew that Luke was a good handyman, and he had built her that chuppah years ago that was still in perfect condition. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"I would much rather do that than buy one of these things," Luke said. "And then we'll know that it's safe."

"Are you sure you can make it sturdy enough?" she asked. "I mean, I know that you made me that chuppah and it's beautiful, I love it. But the crib will have to hold our baby."

"I'll make sure of it," he replied. "And if it doesn't work out, then we can come back here."

Lorelai looked up at him and realized that he really wanted to be able to do this for their child. She smiled and nodded. "Okay," she said. "I think that's so sweet."

Luke tried with all his might to keep from rolling his eyes as Lorelai's eyes started to well up with tears once again. He wasn't used to Lorelai being this emotional; usually he had to use the jaws of life just to get her to tell him what was bothering her.

"Hey, it's okay," he said softly, wrapping his arm around her. "Come on, let's get home, and then maybe we can do this later online, so it won't be as hard on you."

Lorelai sniffled as she looked up at him. "Why are you so good to me?" she asked softly.

Luke let out a small laugh. "What?" he asked.

"I mean, I bugged you constantly about coming shopping with me," Lorelai said. "And now we didn't even get anything. Normally you would be mad, if it was anyone else."

Luke smiled as he draped his arm around her shoulder. "I don't love anyone else like I love you," he replied. "And no one else is carrying my baby. I just want to make sure that you're comfortable, Lorelai, and I'll do whatever I can to make that happen."

Lorelai smiled up at him. She kissed his cheek, then rested her head on his shoulder as they started walking out to the car. "I didn't get any clothes," she commented.

"That's okay," Luke replied. "I'm sure Rory and Sookie will be willing to pick some stuff out for you."

Lorelai laughed. "Yes, I'm sure they would," she agreed.

On the car ride home, Lorelai was unusually quiet, and even when Luke reached over and squeezed her hand, all she had to offer him was a small smile before she returned her gaze to outside her window. Luke kept quiet, knowing that if he asked what was wrong, she would just get mad at him. So instead he kept quiet, knowing that she would tell him what was wrong when she was good and ready.

When they got home, Lorelai immediately went to the stairs without a word. Luke watched her slowly climb to the top for a moment before he asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm tired," Lorelai replied. "I'm going to lie down."

"Okay," Luke said softly. "I'll make you some dinner and bring it up to you when you wake up."

Lorelai didn't respond and he narrowed his eyes, hoping that there was nothing wrong with the baby that she wasn't telling him about. With a sigh, he walked into the kitchen to begin making dinner.

Two hours later, Luke peeked into their bedroom and saw Lorelai sound asleep on her side, facing away from him. He walked in and sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, brushing some of her hair out of the way. He swallowed hard as he looked down at her rounded belly where his son was resting. She'd never know how amazing it was to him that she was carrying his child, willing to give him the greatest gift in the world.

Lorelai stirred slightly, then turned and saw him looking down at her. She smiled slightly, still in a sleep induced fog. "Hi," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Looking at you," Luke replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. "Lorelai, do you have any idea how amazing you are?"

Lorelai smiled as she reached a hand up to stroke his cheek. "I think being a daddy has made you a big softy," she said softly. "You used to be mean and grumpy."

"When I didn't have you," Luke replied. "Now I do and I'm happy."

Lorelai pulled his down for a kiss, then pulled back after a moment. "Is dinner ready?" she asked.

Luke laughed as he helped her to her feet. "The really important things, huh?" he asked.

"Hey, your son is hungry," Lorelai replied.

"Well, since it is for my son…" Luke replied as he walked with Lorelai down the stairs.

"Gee, thanks," Lorelai replied.

Luke scooped out two plates of lasagna, and they started to eat. Luke watched Lorelai as she ate, barely touching his own food. After a few minutes, Lorelai looked up at him and frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Are you okay?" Luke blurted out, then immediately regretted it. He could feel a mood swing coming on.

Lorelai narrowed her eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"You didn't talk in the car," Luke said. "And you didn't want to shop. And sure, you're acting okay now, but this afternoon…I just couldn't help but think that there was something wrong with you or the baby that you weren't telling me about."

Lorelai set her fork on her plate and stood up. "Is that what you think of me?" she asked. "That if there was something wrong with your child I wouldn't even tell you?"

Luke stood as well and tried to take her hands. "That's not what I meant," he said. "I just want to make sure that you're okay. I mean, you haven't really been yourself lately."

"Well, Luke, that's because I'm not myself anymore," Lorelai snapped before she turned and began walking towards the stairs.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Luke asked, following her and grabbing her hand, forcing her to stay on the main floor and talk to him.

"Thanks to you, I'm carrying a baby," Lorelai replied. "And that makes me fat, and tired, and crabby, and emotional. And that's not me. So I'm sorry if you don't love me anymore, because I can't help that I'm not myself. If anything, it's your fault."

Luke was so stunned, that he dropped Lorelai's hands. "Is that what you think?" he asked softly. "That I don't love you?"

"I'm not the same person that you fell in love with," Lorelai replied sadly. "So I understand if you don't love me anymore."

Luke stepped closer to her and cupped her face in his hands. "I don't ever want to hear you say that ever again," he said. "Lorelai, I am completely and totally in love with you. There's no one else in the world that I would want to call my wife, and there is certainly no other mother for my child. I love you with every cell in my body and that will never, ever change. Do you understand that?"

Lorelai looked up at him with wide eyes. She knew that he was telling her the truth, and she felt the tears coming to her eyes. "I do," she said softly. "I do know that. I don't know why I keep doing this, Luke. I don't even know me anymore."

Luke wrapped his arms around Lorelai and she leaned into him, sobbing for a long moment. She finally looked up at him and smiled softly. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "You hate crying and emotions."

"Lorelai, I need you to understand something," Luke replied, leading her over to the couch. He sat her down, then sat down on the coffee table in front of her, looking into her eyes intensely. "You are Lorelai Gilmore, the same Lorelai Gilmore that you've always been, the same Lorelai Gilmore that I fell in love with ten years ago. And now things are changing, yes, but that's only because you're proving yourself to be the most amazing woman in the world. You're carrying my son. I know what a big deal this is, but you're doing it, for me. You have no idea what that means to me."

Lorelai leaned forward and stroked his cheek, resting her forehead against his. "Danes," she whispered.

"What?" Luke asked, confused.

"I'm not Lorelai Gilmore anymore," she explained. "I'm Lorelai Danes."

Luke broke into a grin. "Yes, I suppose you are," he said. "And…if that's not enough to show you how much I love you, then I don't know what is."

"I do know, Luke," Lorelai replied softly. "I guess it's just these crazy hormones. Thank you for being so understanding about this."

Luke leaned forward and kissed her gently. "You don't have to thank me," he replied. He leaned down and pulled her shirt over her belly, then pressed his lips to her tightened skin. "I love you," he whispered, and Lorelai smiled down at him, knowing that he was talking to both her and the baby.

"Luke?" she asked after a moment.

"Hmm?" he asked, smoothing her shirt back over her belly and looking up at her.

"Could this be considered a fight?" she asked.

Luke narrowed his eyes at her. "What, are you keeping track of how many fights you win?" he asked. "Because I'm pretty sure that it's all of them."

"No," Lorelai replied. "Well, yes, I don win all of them, but I was thinking that if it was a fight, then we would have no choice than to properly make up…" she pulled Luke to sit next to her on the couch and began trailing kisses down his neck.

"Lorelai," he said softly. "Dinner's sitting out…oh, God."

Lorelai looked up at him with a smirk. "Didn't expect that, did you?" she asked.

"With you, I have no choice but to expect the unexpected," Luke replied, grabbing her hand. "Let's go."

Lorelai giggled as she followed him up the stairs.


Two hours later, Lorelai lay in bed, a plate of lasagna balancing on her inflated belly. Luke looked at her in amazement as she ate her fourth piece without any hesitation whatsoever.

"What?" Lorelai asked around a mouthful as she saw Luke staring at her.

"You're quite a sight," Luke replied. "It's just not something anything that I ever pictured anyone doing?"

Lorelai smiled as she swallowed the rest of her mouthful. "What?" she asked. "Me sitting in bed naked eating lasagna off my belly?"

Luke laughed as he leaned forward to lick a spot of sauce she had on the corner of her lips. "Exactly," he said, threading his fingers through hers. "I love you."

"I love you too," Lorelai replied. She ate another piece of lasagna and chewed it thoughtfully for a moment. After she swallowed, she turned to him and said, "Look, I know that you hate all of this emotion stuff. So you don't have to tell me that all the time if it makes you uncomfortable. I don't know why I freaked out earlier, but I don't want to make you say it if it makes you uncomfortable."

Luke leaned forward and kissed her gently. He looked down at their joined hands, running his thumb gently over her wedding band. "Before we got together, I never thought that I would be that kind of guy," he said. "The one who was romantic and lovey dovey. They made me sick, and every time I saw one of them, I wanted to kick him out of my diner. But now I understand why they were acting like that. Because it's how I feel about you. Lorelai, you have changed me so much, for the better. And even though you purposefully drive me crazy and mock me all the time…there's nothing in the world that could be better than this. I'm never going to stop telling you that I love you, because I'm never going to stop loving you."

Lorelai stared down at him. "Wow," she said. "We've had quite the emotion sharing day. Especially for two people who never talk about their feelings."

Luke sighed as he leaned back against the pillows. Lorelai had placed her plate on the bedside table, and he reached out to stroke her belly with his hand. "So…I was thinking about the house earlier," he said. "Tom's going to start construction next week, and I don't think it's safe for you to be around."

Lorelai narrowed her eyes at him. "Aren't they only going to be working during the day?" she asked. "As in the time that I should be at the Inn running things but I'm usually at the diner bothering you?"

Luke laughed slightly. "Yes," he replied. "But…you're going to need to start taking some more time off. Don't proteset, you've been getting more and more tired over the past few months. So I think that we should temporarily locate to elsewhere. This way the construction crew may be able to get the job done faster anyways."

Lorelai looked at him. "I guess you're right," she replied. "But where are we going to go?"

"The inn?"

"I've got a family reunion," Lorelai replied. "Every room is booked."

"The diner?"

"I guess," Lorelai replied. "We spent all those nights there when we were dating…it'll be like old times."

"I'll even put the TV back in there," Luke replied.

"Aww," Lorelai said. "That's so sweet."

Before Luke could respond, the phone rang. Lorelai reached to her nightstand and picked it up, then held it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Lorelai, it's your mother," Emily's voice carried through the phone loud enough for Luke to recognize it and wince in sympathy for Lorelai.

"Hi, Mom," Lorelai said. "How are you?"

"Are you coming to Friday Night Dinner this week?" Emily asked.

Lorelai sighed. "I don't know, Mom," she replied.

"Your father and I have something to talk to you about," Emily said. "We would appreciate it if you and Luke would come this week."

Lorelai looked over at Luke. "I'll have to check with Luke, but I'll get back to you," she said.

"Splendid," Emily replied before she abruptly hung up the phone.

Lorelai set her phone back on the dresser. "We're going to dinner at my parents," she informed him.

Luke sighed. "I suppose we can give them a few dinners since they're paying for our new house," he replied.

"Thank you for being so amazing," Lorelai whispered as she cuddled closer to him. "Not many people would be willing to put up with parents like mine."

"It's worth it," Luke whispered against the top of her head.