Disclaimers: I don't own Gilmore girls.
Storyline: Season 9, it happened yesterday.
Summary: Eighteen months after the series finale, Luke and Lorelai are married, but Lorelai is unbearably mean with everybody. Why?
A/N: Thanks to Meg, my beta.
Thursday, November 20st 2008
Luke was cooking dinner for his wife and himself. They had been married for few months now and they had fallen in this comfortable routine. He usually took the day shift at the dinner, went back to the house around five, made dinner for Lorelai and him and then had another eventful evening.
The night before had been eventful, more so than usual. In fact the whole week had been weird. Lorelai had been moody and sometimes even mean. She complained about everything: the temperature, her car, her shoes, her mother, Michel, Sookie, her ears, Babette's gnomes, even the coffee! She had been so unbearable that he had been looking forward to the dinner they had to attend at his sister's house last Tuesday.
But tonight, he had decided that the mood had to end and it began with the dinner he was cooking.
"I know what you will say," he said when he heard the front door close. "Yes, I put vegetables in the fajitas but you don't have to eat them. You don't even have to look at them; I'm going to get rid of them myself. No, I think that I'm going to do it right now… look, I made homemade tortillas."
"Goody!" she said sarcastically. "Vegetables are fine." She sighed as she entered the kitchen and threw he purse on the table.
"You okay?" he asked, seeing that her mood was still not better.
"Nahh!" she said loudly as she sat down.
"Nothing, just Sookie and Michel had been fighting all day long about Nathan being at the inn. It was a long day of 'you shouldn't brring him hirre. You no that I can't bire babiz,'" she mimicked Michel French accent, "and 'if I want to bring my son at the inn, I will do' and it all finished by Michel screaming dirty French words… and my ears are blocked."
"What?" he asked, surprised.
"My ears. Blocked, swollen, I don't know. I hear as if I was under the water."
"So… April called today. She finally chose Sandia Preps."
"Great, that's a great school, she was lucky to have that scholarship. Imagine if Rory had that kind of scholarship, my life would have been all different."
"Oh! You know you love to go to Friday night dinner, even if you don't admit it out loud."
"How can you know that?" she said rolling her eyes, irritated.
"I know; I know you."
"But, how can you know that? Are you in my head? Did you put a tiny microscopic microphone in my brain while I was sleeping?" she yelled.
"You're wacked!" He was getting pissed.
"Oh, it's you! My ears! It's because of you!"
"You passed by my… huh,… my… you know. GAAAAH!!!" she cried out, got up and began pacing around the room.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, losing his temper.
"No, there must be something. You're unbearable, Lorelai. For a week now, you just complain and scream and be mean. Look what happened Tuesday."
"He deserved it."
"You made T.J. cry!"
"I told you, he deserved it."
"You yell at me, you yell at Sookie, you yelled at T.J. when he asked you how you were doing, you yelled at Rory for not being there two weeks ago."
"It was an important day for our country."
"Yeah, but it was an important day for her too. She has followed the presidential campaign for a year and half now. She couldn't quit the most important night of the last two years just to be with her mommy!"
"So now, you're yelling at me for being a sensitive mother."
"No, I'm yelling at you for being a pain in the ass!" he immediately knew he had gone too far.
"Ouch," she said as tear welled up to her eyes. She left the kitchen and stormed into her room.
"Shit," Luke cursed. He switched off the stove and walked up the stairs. He knocked at the door of their room. "Lorelai?"
"Go away." He could tell she was crying.
"Lorelai, please. I'm sorry. Please, let me open that door," he begged sweetly. He heard her sigh.
"It's your house too," she finally agreed.
"Hey," he said softly looking at her crying on his pillow. He sat beside her and stroked her hair. "Tell me what's wrong?"
"Apart for being a pain in the ass?" she snapped.
"I'm sorry for what I said, Lorelai. I went too far, but I don't know what's going on with you lately. You're always mad at something and this something often being me. You're always moody. I can't tell you anything. You're not cherry as you use to be. Usually, you're always… I don't know sparkly, bright… happy? Are you unhappy?" he asked worried.
"No. I am happy… at least when my mom's not involved."
"So what's wrong? Is it me? Did I do something?"
"No, you're perfect," she said with a trembling voice as tear welled up again.
"It's stupid," she said as a tear ran down her jaw.
"I'm sure it's not, what's going on?" he asked softly.
"I… I can't drink coffee."
"What? Of course, you can!"
"No, I can't. I can't bear it. I smell coffee and I… I don't know… I get disgusted. Coffee disgusted me."
"Wow, that's a sentence I've never thought I would heard from you."
"I know and I always feel kind of sick and I know I'm moody and I scream and I yell and I made T.J. cry. I've never made anyone cry before. And I'm always on the verge of tears myself. It's like a permanent PMS! And my ears and …" her eyes went wide as the wave of realization washed over her. "Oh my God, I'm pregnant."
"What?" he said as his own eyes went wide.
"Yeah, it all makes sense. The mood, the coffee, the ears, did I ever tell you that I was always sure that my ears would explode while I was pregnant with Rory, something about blood pressure."
"But the doctor said you couldn't…"
"I know what the doctor said, but it's either that or menopause and I'm far too young for that!"
"You're forty," he said.
"Are you saying that I'm old?"
"No, but it can be a possibility."
"I highly doubt it. My mom had her menopause way after forty."
"So, you're pregnant?" he asked as a little smile appeared on his lips.
"I think so, I mean everything's there," she continued as the same smile appeared on hers.
"How can we know for sure?"
"Luke," she said smiling at his silliness.
"I know, sorry," he said as he stood up. "I'm gonna…"
"You know… buy the… you know."
"You're a man!"
"I'm aware of that."
"A man can't buy a pregnancy test."
"Why not? There's no law against that."
"If there's not a law, there should be. I'm not letting you go buy a pregnancy test by yourself."
"Again: why not?"
"Because…" she said as she stood up, passed by him, and headed toward the door.
"You could run into T.J.," Luke said, smirking, as she stopped and turned around.
"I'm gonna wait here."
"Good girl," he said as he kissed her before heading to Doose's market...