I'm all in

Puddle of Love…


A special thanks to all my readers out there…You and only you were my motivation to keep this story going, and I fully intend on completing it.

AN: Okay, I'll make this short, sweet, and to the point. I'm sorry for the long delay in updating. I'll try harder to update more frequently, but you all know that won't happen.

This chapter will be focused on our favorite couple, so that's the good news. The bad news is that I've sort of lost track of the story and I don't remember what I put down in the other chapters. And since I'm too lazy to actually read them again, we're just going to say that the current day of the week in the story is Wednesday. Okay? I'm not sure what day the story began on and how many days have passed, but I'm gonna start with Wednesday anyways. So, it's not entirely bad news.

Now, let's get onto the story already….

PS: Oh! And if you have any complaints, questions, or suggestions, feel free to say all you want in the reviews. No hard feelings...

Luke carried Lorelai upstairs and placed her in his bed. He took a seat on the edge and looked into her eyes. She smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem." He smiled back, and when she closed her eyes, he knew that he should probably let her get some rest. So he got up and almost started walking into the other room, but Lorelai called him back.

"Stay." She patted the other side of the bed.

"Are you sure?"

"No, I want you to leave." She replied sarcastically, but she couldn't keep that smile from playing on her lips. He couldn't either.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be? Kicking me out of my own apartment."

"Nah, I won't kick you out just yet." She looked over at him as he lay down on the other side. She looked like she had taken something because her eyes were really cloudy, but Luke knew that, that was because she had just been at the hospital, and because she had almost passed out on the sidewalk trying to get to him… "You can leave in the morning…"

"It's not even dark out yet." Luke commented. Although, he usually did go to bed around this time, seeing as he had a diner to run in the mornings.

"Hey Luke?" She asked, playfully. Her eyes were closed as she spoke.


"Close your eyes and it'll look dark outside."

"But that's not outside, Lorelai, that's the inside of your eyelids…"

"But your eyelids don't care what time of day it is." She replied, getting even more sleepy.

Luke kept going, amused. "Not if your sleep schedule is screwed up. My eyelids know when the proper time to close is."

"Uh huh…" She was no longer with him.

"And you are the one who put that whip cream in the cash register the other day, aren't you?" He asked, but already knew the answer. Still though, it was fun to pull the truth out of her.

"Uh huh…" She was out of it. Only sound went into her ear, not the actual meaning of anything. And Luke was taking full advantage of that.

"And you still owe me that five bucks from a couple years ago, don't you?"

"Uh huh…"

"And you are completely in love with me, aren't you?" He smiled.

"Uh huh…"

Hopefully, one of those three things she would admit to him when she was fully awake. The other two were hopeless…

"Same here…" He told her.

Without warning, Lorelai subconsciously slid her arm around Luke's. He felt enormously happy and he caressed the side of her face, watching her sleep somewhat peacefully. Tonight was probably one of, if not the best nights of his life. And his heart was so in love that it was ready to pop…

But that doesn't mean this one night changed the way he felt about her. His heart was already in love with her. Maybe not from the first time he laid eyes on her, but a couple days after that. He smiled remembering how she had annoyed him so much that day, and wouldn't leave him alone.

Now, 4 years later and she still hadn't left him alone. And that annoying quality was what made him smile.

Lorelai Gilmore was the one and only woman to ever bring this kind of happiness into his life. And now, she was bringing him more than he ever expected her to.

"Hello?" Luke picked up his phone.

"Is this Luke Danes?" A man asked.

"Yeah, who is this?"

"I'm one of the officers that spoke with your friend, Lorelai Gilmore, earlier. I was told that Ms. Gilmore would be with you, and I was calling to tell her that we got a lead on the case. A gun was found with fingerprints on it, not too far from her house. We think it's the guy we're looking for. Once the results are in, we'll call back. Where is Ms. Gilmore?"

"She's not available right now, but I'll tell her for you. Thanks. Bye." Luke hung up the phone, relieved that he had good news to tell Lorelai. But he also felt his anger rising again. His over protective nature was getting the best of him and if they found the guy who did this to Lorelai, he wasn't so sure he'd be able to stop himself from murdering him.

Remembering the pancakes he was making on the stove, Luke quickly ran back to check on them. Luckily, they hadn't been burnt. The only reason he was making the pancakes was because of Lorelai. He had closed the diner to keep an eye on her today, and she was still sleeping in, or so he thought she was….

"Mmm…smells good…" A voice sounded behind him.

"Hey." He turned around. "What are you doing out of bed??"

"Talking to you." She replied sarcastically.

Luke looked her over. Her eyes were red from a bad night's sleep and she was holding her stomach as she stood there. Which was concerning Luke. She had put more stress than needed on herself yesterday and she probably wasn't healing right. "Go get back in bed. I'll bring you some breakfast in a little while." He didn't mean to sound condescending, but it kind of came out that way. He was only trying to take care of her.

"Luke, I'm fine." She removed her hand from her stomach.

"No, your not. You need to rest." He told her.

"But I…"

Luke cut her off. "Come on." He grabbed her hand and walked her back to bed.

"Luke! I don't want to lie down! The bed is evil and so are you for making me go back to it!"

He laughed, while he helped her get back under the covers. "My bed is evil?"

"Yes, it pushed me off twice last night!" She explained.

Luke was alarmed. "What? You fell? Are you okay?"

She leaned back against the head board. "Yeah, but it's okay, I'm used to it. My bed's evil too…"

"Your stitches aren't used to it. Is your stomach okay?" He took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, they're fine."

"God, why didn't I hear that??"

"Oh, because when I fall, no body hears it. I learned that when I tripped in the kitchen once and Rory didn't even see me. So if I ever fall down the stairs one day while hosting a party in my living room and suffer a deadly blow to the head, no body will notice. Which can be a good and a bad thing. Bad for me, good for the people… Finding a dead body at a party is pretty bad. Ever heard of a party pooper??"

"I'm a light sleeper, and I didn't wake up." Luke couldn't get over that fact.

"Oh, you were out of it most of the night. That's probably my fault."

"Wait, what? No, no, it's not your fault. Why would it be your fault?"

"Because you stayed with me at the hospital. Your such a good friend that you stayed overnight and lost a lot of sleep." She smiled at him.

Luke was melting in her eyes. "Oh, it was nothing. And it wasn't your fault at all, I wanted to be there….with you."

Lorelai couldn't resist moving forward and planting a soft kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, she had the biggest grin on her face. "Thanks…"

That was it. Luke turned into a puddle of love…. However, when the fire alarm went off, he took back his original form. "Ah, jeez, I forgot about the pancakes…" He stood up and ran to the stove to see the damage."

"It's okay! We can always go to Luke's for breakfast!" She joked.