This was an interesting piece to write… literally

"Luke." Lorelai called out loudly making her way down the stairs. "Luke, its time!" Holding her stomach with one hand, and dragging her suitcase with the other she slowly made it to ground level. Her water had broken exactly ten minutes ago. Contractions were growing fairly quickly the more time went by.

Now all she needed now was her husband. Raising her eyebrows, she walked to the kitchen, to which was empty but there was a note sitting on the counter. Went to the store to pick up some groceries, be back soon, Luke. How long ago was that? She hadn't heard him leave. Being nine months pregnant, and the safe harbor of her and Luke's baby, she was about ready enough to see her feet again, and to sleep soundly through the night without feeling like she was being used as a punching bag.

"Hold on, baby." Rubbing her stomach for luck, she heard the front door open and a rustle of a brown paper bag. She jumped quickly at the opportunity of her husband coming home as she made her way to the front of the house.

When she had appeared around the corner, he gave her that warm gentle smile that she had always loved. One hand was holding a brown paper bag, while the other held their nonetheless, one a half year old son sleeping son, Thomas.

"He fell asleep on the way home, mind taking him? I have more groceries in the car that I need to bring in." She smiled gently as she quietly took their son into her arms, and rocked him like she had done since the day that he had been born. He gazed quietly, happily as he watched her. She was just as beautiful as the day that he had taken her as his wife.

Her hand gently caressed her son's soft cheek, as his eyelids fluttered. "I can't believe how fast he's grown." She whispered, exhaling, her eyes meeting Luke's.

"Yeah." Luke shifted the bag into his other hand and stepping forward, caressing his son's other cheek. "'He's going to be a big brother soon and he probably doesn't even know it."

She exhaled deeply, "We really need to talk about that. Luke, my water broke about fifteen minutes ago. I've been timing my contractions. I'm having them about every ten minutes, and I'm really starting to feel them."

"Then we need to get you to the hospital."

"Luke, what about the groceries? Thomas? We have nobody to watch him. The big Stars Hollow parade is starting and it'll take Rory at least an hour to get here."

"Right, the big town parade." Slowly they both made their way into the kitchen where Luke began to put perishables in the fridge or freezer. "Then we'll take Thomas with us until we can get Rory to come pick him up."

"I'll get the phone." Lorelai offered, making her way around the desk and dialing the familiar telephone number of her daughter. It rang several times before Rory's answering machine picked up.

"I made them put all the perishables in one bag, so the rest can wait." He supplied, emptying the bag until there was nothing left.

"Hey Rory, its mom. I was just calling to let you know that I am now in active labor and we're heading to the hospital. We're taking Thomas to the hospital with, but we were wondering if you could come to pick him up and take him back to the house. You have a key, right? Give me a call on my cell phone when you get this message, bye."