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Scenes From A Marriage
by: gjoni

Part 1 — Prologue

It was a bright, sunny Sunday morning at the end of June. Lorelai was coming out of the upstairs bathroom wearing a faded pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. She had her black plastic - rimmed glasses on, giving her eyes a much-needed rest from her contacts. She heard the phone ring and ran to the bedroom to reach it.

"Hello," she answered, falling on the bed.

"They sent samples of five different kinds of snow flakes! I need you to come over right now and choose!"

"Hi, Mom."

"Lorelai, I don't have time for this. I need to place an order for the snow flakes, so you must decide today!"

"Mom, I know what kind of flakes I want."

"Really, you do? How can you know? You haven't even seen the samples yet!"

"I want the sugar — coated frosted ones."

"Lorelai, this is serious. You need the right snowflakes. Do you want every guest to notice they are fake."

"Only those who are sober and sane," she sighed. "Mom, they are fake! Choose any of the five, they are not real. Besides, isn't each snowflake supposed to be unique? They should have sent you 5 million samples!"

"Lorelai."

"Mom, The wedding's in August, one of the hottest months of the year. Even if we get the big chill or if the Rockies blow over here, well, it's not time for the winter Olympics. So, I need you to reconsider. You're not going to make the guests show up in snow suits are you?"

"Lorelai, don't be silly. It's going to be extremely hot. I still do not, for the life of me, understand who in their right mind sets a wedding outside in August"

"Well, good thing we'll have all that snow to cool everyone off with. Mom, I have to go, I'll talk to you later."

"Really, Lorelai, we need to decide."

"Just toss them all in the air, I choose tails. Bye," Lorelai hung up, and sighed again, shaking her head in disbelief.

She came downstairs, mumbling to herself and entered the living room.

"I swear, if I don't show up at the wedding, look for me under a pile of fake snow," she said flopping down onto the sofa where Luke was already waiting for her, leafing through a manual to the new camcorder they had jointly purchased. "I've already read that," she pointed at the booklet.

"Your mother?" he frowned placing the manual on the coffee table.

"Hmm. It was easier when she hated us all and pretended she wanted nothing to do with us. Now, remind me again, why did you have to go and make me change all that? Your fault, so, I've decided," she paused. "You're going to choose the snow flakes with her!" She leaned against the armrest opposite from Luke and spread her long legs across the sofa, landing her socked feet on his left thigh. Luke started to gently massage her feet in response to that last comment.

They were going to have a talk. THE TALK. Lorelai was holding a yellow writing pad and a pencil. The coffee table in front of them had a stack of five videos from the previous evening's movie night. Actually, aborted movie night. They had both been so tired that the minute the first cassette was inserted Luke's eyes were already shut, the popcorn bowl nearly slipping out of his hands. So, Lorelai silently turned everything off, tugged Luke out of the sofa and dragged them both up to their bedroom. Luke barely managed to undress himself, murmuring a drowsy good night then falling asleep as soon as he hit the pillows. Lorelai had nearly fallen asleep brushing her teeth. They had both slept in and were ready to continue their busy weekend.

Lorelai tapped her pencil on the writing pad. "So, I made this list," she said looking at the pad.

"A list. Rory sure is rubbing off on you. This should make her proud," Luke smirked.

"Yes, well we seem to have this mutual thing going on. She gives me life lessons, like lists are not as evil as they seem to be and child birth is so painful that you could get dental work done at the same time and you wouldn't feel a thing." Luke was nodding at Lorelai, giving her a concerned look, yet still patiently listening.

She continued. "And then I teach her a thing or two, you know. Always smell the milk before using it, reuse a tooth for the tooth fairy 'cause you know there's a time when it's no longer an income…" Luke was starting to make a disgusted face. "Never waste time rewinding the videos before returning them, because people don't trust the movie begins there anyway and they rewind it themselves and there isn't really any fine, always…" Lorelai was interrupted by Luke.

"Ok, ok, the list please," Luke said reaching over, tapping the writing pad.

"Do you want it in ascending or descending order, according to the date I thought it up or by length, grammatical complexity, maybe by…"

"Lorelai, let's just go over this list because it's getting stale."

"Alright, Mr. No loafing around. So, firstly," Lorelai paused, looked down at the list on the pad, then pretended to read off of it, slowly raising her head. "Since when have you been a Trekkie?" she then looked straight into Luke's ocean blue eyes giving him a serious look, her lips tightly closed trying to stop herself from laughing.

"Jeez," Luke rolled his eyes and Lorelai pushed her feet against his thigh smiling.

"I saw the shirt in the box that you refused to move here when you brought the rest of your stuff."

"One t - shirt makes me a freak?"

"One shirt you refuse to show me, bring here or throw out. If I'm going to marry you, I need to know about peculiar habits, secret fetishes and any infatuation with shows, stars or animals."

"You have that David Cassidy shirt you wear all the time."

"Shaun Cassidy. And, exactly my point. I'm so proud it still fits and I have nothing to hide."

Luke started to push himself off the couch.

Lorelai jumped towards him. "No, no, no, no ,no! Stay!" She pushed him back into place. "Okay. Shall I start? I'll just start. So, I was thinking. Where should we live?" And before Luke could say anything Lorelai continued: "Should we stay here or move? And if we move, where to? It won't be like somebody just moved our cheese, we need to make decisions, life altering moving decisions. Like, your place is literally spitting distance from the diner and since you usually need to spit so early in the morning…" she gestured with her hand as if saying "it's obvious". "… and, it has a new big comfy bed, where we can continue to do well, what we do and new TV, also the best coffee on this continent and I only say continent because I've heard Turkish coffee might just surpass this by a tiny teeny bit, so of course I want to be careful with the words I choose. Also, no Jess for so long now, unless he gets sent back by Liz or starts missing those star studded boxers he forgot there…"

Luke interrupted and continued her stream of consciousness, his hands emphasizing his changing intonation as he spoke. "Plus, however you try to rid of it or try to deny it, there will always be a deep fry smell to the place," Lorelai was starting to make her own disgusted face. "Which, some people simply crave for and cannot resist, and as far as I know there is still no spray incorporating this delightful aroma. Now, having said all that, I think it should be noted that, your place may not be spitting distance from the diner, but it definitely is throwing distance and consider this: I might not feel the desire to continue spitting so early on every morning."

"Okay now, got it with the oral fluids."

Luke continued ignoring Lorelai's remark. "Besides, it's much bigger, it's warmer, it's cozier, organized for family living…"

"Oh, Organized? Careful, there was an insult in there, I've worked so hard to get just the perfect feeling of clutter around here…"

Luke decided not to respond and went on. "It has a room for Rory, and there's space to add on if we want to or need to…" Luke paused to see Lorelai's reaction, but she looked down at her list, ignoring this last comment, so he continued. "And" he finished quietly and slowly, waiting for Lorelai to raise her head so he could look straight into her eyes, "…Remember, we're actually already living here. I don't even knock anymore, I have my own key, I don't have to break in or dig under the frog or turtle or whatever. I feel totally at home. You make me feel totally at home."

Lorelai raised her eyes and gave Luke a soft look. "Really, I do? You feel at home?"

Luke shrugged as if saying: "what can I do? It's true."

"I haven't seen your slippers here yet."

"There are no slippers. "

"Soft, sheepskin, warm…"

"NO!" Luke said a little too loudly.

"How about Crocs?"

"Nope."

"Loafers?"

Luke adamantly shook his head.

"Birkenstocks?"

"No slippers or any other thing you just slip on your feet. You are never going to see any slippers, ever!"

"Ok ok, don't slip out of sanity for slippers sake!" Lorelai marked a big v next to the "living arrangements' paragraph.

"So I guess that's settled. We will continue to live…" She paused for Luke to fill in the information, and he did.

"Here."

Lorelai continued "…where it is cozy, warm, cluttered in an organized way," Lorelai was looking at her list as if reading the protocol, then slowly raised her eyes looking into Luke's. "… Room for Rory, space to expand if needed," Lorelai wanted to acknowledge that she had heard Luke earlier, "and where you feel at home sans slippers."

"Right."

"Ok, good. That's great. I realize now I won't have to change the stationary or forward my mail or order that plaque just yet."

"What are you talking about?"

"It was going to read "1995 — 2005 Lorelai Gilmore, Coffee Drinker, Inn owner, hot plates, multi — faceted abnormal, resided here with favorite first - born daughter Rory." Lorelai gave Luke a big grin, knowing he loved these ideas of hers.

"You're crazy. Maybe we should move elsewhere. Just seeing that plaque would be worth it."

"Hmmm" Lorelai seemed to be contemplating the idea. "Our house would be the highlight of Stars Hollow's grand tour..."

"What tour?!" Luke tried to interrupt, but Lorelai couldn't be stopped.

"It would be marked on the tourist map, preferably with a golden star and we'd open a little souvenir shop in the garage. You know, a little income in case the Inn doesn't make it. We could sell little dolls of Rory and me, Rory in plaid me in gorgeous. Oh, oh and some nuts from the coffee table and now, this is the best, they will sell like hot cakes - all those take out menus we've saved over time. Don't tell Rory, because she thinks I occasionally threw most of them out. But other than twice, when I threw out a few double copies, I've saved the rest in a giant shoe box, actually a boot box, hence the referral to giant."

Luke was shifting in his seat, frowning at Lorelai who kept on talking.

"So, you can essentially learn about the economy, comparing the prices as they've changed over time, making little charts and graphs and pies and even follow food trends throughout the years, though most of them did skip Stars Hollow. There's still no genuine sushi place here, is there?"

"Fine, so I think that's settled. Next, please," Luke quickly added, worried this would start a food discussion.

"Cars," Lorelai read off her list forgetting all the excitement from a second earlier.

Luke opened his eyes wide. "Cars? As in transport?"

"Well, not Connecticut Acute Respiratory Syndrome! How are we going to get around? We go to Hartford regularly for Snickelfritz et Spouse's dinners, occasionally to Yale or prison cells to hang out with my own gorgeous representative there, a romantic evening in New York. Who knows, maybe even a fishing trip," Lorelai made a disgusted face, not believing she had actually mentioned this herself.

"You have the Jeep, I've got the truck and Rory has her car. I do not see any problem."

Lorelai sighed." All we need is a bus, tricycle and hot air balloon and we can officially open Stars Hollow's first transportation museum. And, if we need to move our little family from A to Z…" Luke's eyes opened wide — family? he thought to himself as Lorelai carried on chattering, "…I guess we all have some kind of back seats. Yours is a bit windy, wet and cold, well, actually it's outside, mine is somewhere in the trunk and Rory has the make out seat in the back. So I guess, no transport problem at all."

"What are you saying, you want a minivan?" Luke asked eyes wide open.

"Oh, no. Luke. No minivan, no. No car named after a mouse."

Luke shook his head. "Well?"

"I don't know, something safer. Bigger. Safer. With three zillion safety stars."

"You don't feel safe enough in our means of transport? Are you developing some kind of phobia I need to know about?"

"Minivan phobia, also known as MVP in the DSM - IV. A.K.A. Most Valuable Phobia. Obviously, 'cause I got it," she flashed a flirty smile at Luke. "Now apparently, they found the gene responsible and are currently trying out gene therapy. I'm on the waiting list for the experimental trial at John Hopkin's. Or is it Bethesda? Anyway, I might need your consent after we're married."

"Jeez."

"Well, I do. Feel safe. But, oh never mind. And don't ever think of minivans again, ever!"

Luke shrugged. "Fine. Next."

Lorelai marked a big v next to that item on her list. "Yes, driving on."

"Boy, you sure took that list thing seriously" Luke remarked pointing at the pad.

"What are you saying, that I don't usually take things seriously?"

"No, just that you don't usually take lists that seriously."

"Well, I've changed. I thought you knew that about me."

"Yes, I know you don't order three quarters of Dim Sum's menu anymore, because you realized the place would most likely still be there tomorrow. And I know that you now go to the hair salon to cut your hair only once a year because you're growing it long. I know that you've decided to wear sequins every Friday to your parents', so we become a dazzling couple in their eyes, but no, I did not know you take lists seriously. Hey, I didn't even know you made them."

"Ok, so it's news to you. I'm trying not to become boring to you, keeping this romance afire, so occasionally I'll do something unexpected, new, maybe crazy like pretending I don't hear voices and making a list."

"Occasionally?" Luke teased her.

"Oh, stop that," she gave him a shove with her right socked foot. "And by the way, the reason I only go once to the hair salon is because I don't need to go more. I'm going to get you to cut my hair from now on, and I don't need to spend 120 dollars just to hear a bit of gossip any more."

"You pay 120 dollars for a haircut?!"

"Well, pampering does not come cheap, buddy. So you'll do it, right? I'll sharpen the scissors, make an appointment, get those split hairs out of hiding..."

"Forget it, I'm not cutting your hair. List please."

"Oh, come on. It's easy, just a cut across. Think of all the money we'll save. Money we could well spend on eBay, on those Archie, Edith, Gloria and Meathead kitchen towels we set our eyes on."

"What?"

"And, I'll cut yours for you. So, that's at least another 12 dollars saved from "Sam's comb and cut", money we could put in a special retirement fund. C'mon, it'll be romantic and intimate," Lorelai rubbed the soles of her feet against Luke's thigh giving him a sexy look. "We'll cut each other's hair, you can do it, I definitely can, I cut Rory's hair all the time, and it's beautiful, isn't it? No bald patches, ever!"

"Ah, huh," Luke shook his head and took a deep breath as he folded his arms on his chest.

"Yours isn't that different, well, maybe rounded behind the ears, if you want it in a short businessman style, maybe kind of an upside down triangle thing going on there…"

"What triangle?!" Luke looked alarmed.

"Down your nape, the hairline looks triangular or arrow - like."

"What are you talking about, you make me sound like some freak."

Lorelai laughed. "Well, not to the Trekkies you're not." Luke wasn't amused. "Seriously, it's not freakish. Come here." She beckoned Luke to slide closer to her but he'd had enough of the nonsense, so Lorelai advanced on her knees on the sofa towards Luke and got behind him, pushing his back away from the sofa. She then gently traced the hairline on his nape with her finger. Apparently, Luke was ticklish and he squirmed. Lorelai smoothed the hair growing down Luke's nape then kissed him there. "You have a rat's tail," she laughed, "It's just the way some people's hair grows. I think it gives character to that part of our head that really doesn't have much going for it. I can't believe you've never noticed the shape of your hairline in the back. Doesn't Sam ever show you the back in the mirror? I'll show you later in the shower. Your nape is handsome."

"My nape is handsome? You see, talking like that is weird. That's it, no more on the subject of hair care!"

"We'll see about that."

Luke pointed to the list. "Or I'm going out to the boat. I've got things to finish there, to sand and paint, wax and polish and this talk seems to be going to bizarre places!"

"You can't start working on the boat now! We're going to Sookie's for lunch in an hour. Besides, you're the one who promoted this discussion like a season finale, like a Christmas sale, and I slaved over this list…"

"Yes, you have this list, you wrote a list, seems like a long list, so I say let's continue, what do you say?"

"Fine, ok, let's see. Ah, yes, now about work. I want to work, I need to work, and although this travel thing that came up wasn't me, the Inn is and I love it. It is my dream come true, and I know that it's long hours and I need to almost constantly be on call, I am after all, the doctor my parents never got, and I don't plan for that to change. I mean, Sookie and I don't plan to expand that much since we are doing well enough already, but I'm not sure I'll get more hours off. So what do you think?"

Luke shrugged. "Personally, doctors with beepers going off do not impress me that much. Being an Independent Inn owner is much more impressive. It's great, you know? It was your dream for years and you've made it come true. Not many doctors can say that they've made their dreams work like you have. I knew it would."

Lorelai smiled at Luke. "I know, even when I balled my eyes out and broke down on the bench freaking you out."

"I wasn't freaked out, just concerned maybe, as a friend. So, even though we're both really busy, we still do have lots of time together. So I say that, if you can still be home on time everyday to shine the silverware, set the table, do the laundry, iron a bit. I kind of like my pants creased just the right way. Scrub the toilets, upstairs and down, feed and wash the dog and scratch my back, then I have no problem with you and the Inn. Notice, I've left out cooking or baking, grilling, steaming, frying and broiling because I deeply care about our health."

By now, Lorelai's mouth was open in pretended shock. "I will not iron a bit. I shall iron every bit, including socks and kerchiefs, boxers and briefs, little ironing rhyme there for you, and I shall also scrub the out house, where you will probably be living, with Woolfie, but hey, at least it'll be scrubbed."

Luke smiled at Lorelai. "So you'll be working hard at the Inn. But you know, that place where I go spitting every morning, remember?"

Lorelai let out a heavy sigh. "Spitting, yeah that's a sure way of keeping customers, just that image is definitely something you want to have in your mind when thinking of a diner."

"Hey, you started it. Just using the vocabulary that seems to speak to you most."

"It speaks, it spits, but it doesn't think before it speaks or spits."

"Fine, I'll rephrase. The Diner, ok? Unlike you, I feel that something needs to change for me there. I work five to nine instead of nine to five. I'm tired, I'm sick of constantly smelling like a frying pan. I need to relax and I have workers I trust. So for me, I actually see my working hours being reduced and I just hope you won't mind me hanging around the house a bit more or the inn, basically around you."

Lorelai smiled mischievously. "Well then," she paused. "You're definitely going to be needing slippers."

Luke just rolled his eyes in despair.

*****

They continued discussing a few points like bills, savings, color schemes, coupons and pets. Although Lorelai practically begged, pathetically promising Luke endless favors, it was decided that no pet would join their household. Just, yet. Skippy was mentioned, as was Stella and it was agreed to allow the issue to be reopened for discussion some time in the future.

Then, Lorelai got up for a bathroom break and came back bringing them some cold drinks. As she came back in, Luke got up to exit.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To the bathroom."

"Just because I did, doesn't mean you have to too. And why didn't you go when I went?"

"I waited for you, you can't wait for me?"

"C'mon. You guys have stronger, more isolated bladders. You don't have wombs and ovaries and carrot sticks cramping your bladder. You can wait."

"Jeez. I'm going now." Luke headed to the upstairs bathroom.

"Sure, look what happens. So many millions of years of breeding to pee anywhere, however, when ever: on the side of the road, by a tree, in the pool, in a cup, on the campfire and you guys can't hold it in," she shouted after Luke who by then was already upstairs.

Luke returned and sat back on the sofa, leaning against the armrest opposite Lorelai. Lorelai was looking down at her list, drumming the pencil nervously as if ticking the items away. Luke watched her. "So, what else?" he asked her.

"I guess that's about it."

"That's it? You just chewed my head off for going to pee, insulting my own bladder's capacity, all men's bladder capacity, practically physically tackling me and now you tell me there was no reason to rush myself up there?!"

"You rushed yourself up there? What, you didn't shake, didn't zip, didn't wash your hands? Let me smell your…"

"Lorelai!"

"Hands."

"So, all was covered and discussed, nothing else?"

"Nope, I guess nothing else."

"Guess or sure?"

Lorelai shook her head, looking down at the list. "No, nooo. You got anything?"

Luke slowly shook his head, frowning.

"So, that's it. Done, settled, finito," Lorelai said drawing a line through something on the pad. Luke picked up on it.

"What's that? What did you just do? Let me see that," Luke quickly grabbed the writing pad out of Lorelai's hands. She tried to protest but he was already trying to read it so she flopped back down on the sofa, crossing her arms against her chest, carefully eyeing Luke.

Luke read out loud. "Birdies, Barbies? What kind of handwriting is this? Are you sure you don't need some occupational therapy work on your fine motor skills?"

"My motor skills are just fine!"

"Who can decipher this cryptic thing? Maybe the CIA or the Pharaohs or doctors," Luke suddenly took in a deep breath and opened his eyes widely. "Babies! You tried to erase Babies?" He eyed Lorelai intensely, searching for her response.

Lorelai shrugged. "Okay, yes, Babies," she reluctantly admitted. "You know those short, short people, Randy Newman short," she paused looking at Luke, leaning towards his end of the sofa. "Do you want to think about babies, should we discuss babies, you want to have babies?"

"Yes."

"Yes, you want to think, yes, we should discuss this, yes, you want to have…"

"Yes," Luke flatly said again looking into Lorelai's surprised eyes.

"Yes, you want to have a baby?" she said slowly, trying to remain calm, lowering her head, squinting a bit as she closely eyed Luke.

Luke nodded once.

"You want to have a baby? You want a kid with me?" her voice was getting excited.
She continued, emphasizing each word, "But, Kids, Luke. They are sticky, smudgy, filthy, grubby, gooey, noisy, loud, whiny...expensive…"

"Yes," Luke said again shrugging.

"Would you please say something other than Yes? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Lorelai jumped on Luke making him fall back in the sofa. She hugged him closely nearly choking him. "You are so going to be a great dad. Papa Daddy Danes. P. DiDDy...or just Diddy I guess."

Luke hugged Lorelai tightly.

"We're going to be the thinner, sharper, better version of the Mamas and the Papas," she said softly looking at Luke.

"You're already a thin, sharp, best mom," Luke played along, still hugging her tightly.

"Rory is going to flip. She knew, she was sure."

"Knew what?"

"That you wanted to reproduce with me. She was certain. I've got to call her!" Suddenly, Lorelai felt her womb contract twice. She pulled back from Luke. "What if I can't?" she frowned looking tensely at Luke.

"Can't what?"

"Have a baby anymore? It's been so long. It might not be like riding a bike. My eggs have probably all left by now, at least the fertile, talented and the good - looking ones. You know, they waited around a few years thinking something's gotta happen after that, first, flash time. Then they got tired of waiting, so they just stationed a couple of sentries at the gate, left instructions, a chain of command and disappeared. And then, when still nothing happened, and the guards weren't getting fed or paid, and they were running out of sunscreen they just shut the gates, locked them behind them and departed, leaving only the old and crippled pretending monthly to be capable of great conceptions. It's abandoned, Luke, the site's deserted, it's a ghost town. How am I going to get a real crew together for this gigantic mission?"

Luke just stared at Lorelai in disbelief. Well, it was Lorelai, just a usual if somewhat delirious rant of hers. He didn't really know what to say. "I have some crew of my own which I will volunteer," he finally offered.

"Well, they better be the creme de la creme of a crew. I'm not kidding Luke. We're going to need some professional hit men, not to mention lots of cheerleaders and a marching band and Gatorade," she said leaning into him as he gave her a tight hug.

"Sure, I've already placed an order," Luke stated trying to calm her.

"So, when did you decide? When did you know you didn't mind grubby hands anymore?"

"I guess I always knew it was part of being all in with you."

"You're not scared?"

"Are you?"

"Just a little. This is a huge decision we just made here. But, I won't be alone this time. Luke, I'm not going to be alone, am I?"

"I'm not so sure. If you continue with these freaky stories about deserting eggs and handsome napes, and well, making lists… I just don't know," he teased.

"I'm not joking here. I'm not doing this on my own again. I want it with you, all the way."

"Lorelai, we're ready. We finished the list, talked about all the most important things, and may I add, some very non - significant issues as well. We can do this now. This marriage, this family, this package, we're good. I'm all in. We both are. We both know this is all part of caring for each other." He paused then whispered in her ear, just for her to hear, not that anyone else was there, "I Love You." Lorelai smiled and leaned deeper into his embrace.

"In fact," Luke continued, "two more months suddenly seems an awful long time to waste waiting."

"I know, but I promised my mother enough time to prepare all the fantasies she fantasized, minus the dancing bears and sword swallowing. You know, she's only been working on it for a month so far. And even though she's been planning this day from before I was conceived, this amount of time in advance is not really enough for her. She's still ordering fake snow from some Hollywood studios. So, forget about it, it's not going to happen sooner. Besides, we waited years, what's a couple of months more?"

"It could be crucial for your crew."

"Hey!" Lorelai punched Luke on his shoulder. She paused, half - smiling at Luke. "Actually," she added, "I thought we shouldn't wait with that…So I'm going off the pill like five minutes ago. Luke? We're all for conception now, right? In favor of, pro, not contra, not anti, not non…Bring on primordial."

Luke got up from under Lorelai.

"Please tell me you're not going to pee again. I swear, no more liquids for you mister, not when we're having discussions, or playing charades or just playing around, you know…"

But Luke wasn't going anywhere. Standing there by the sofa, he reached out for Lorelai, who took his outstretched hand, and then he slowly pulled her up out of the sofa into his arms. Luke hugged her tightly around her waist, looking straight into her eyes as he started swaying to some imaginary music in his mind, sweeping Lorelai with him. Her eyes were swelling. This was the same Luke she had known for so many years and though, she wasn't surprised by his warmth, she was overwhelmed with emotions. Her arms embraced Luke around his shoulders, hands caressing his hair as she comfortably rested her head on his right shoulder, kissing his neck and ear with big, soft kisses.

"Hey, you do know it won't work this way, don't you?" she said into his hair. Luke just hugged her more tightly, running both his hands up her back under her shirt. Suddenly, Lorelai pulled back and looked a bit worriedly into Luke's blue eyes. "Luke, just how many kids were you thinking of?"

Luke moved a strand of hair from her eyes, "five in four."

"You overachiever, you!" She rested her head back on his shoulder smiling. "Careful though, remember where that attitude got Jackson", Lorelai added amused as Luke smiled hugging her tighter.

"Well, no time to waste, what with your aging eggs and all."

"Ah, digging yourself deeper in, mister… Besides, your Mark Spitzes there aren't exactly spring chickens," she said teasing as they continued their silent waltz, both grinning widely.

A couple of minutes later, still embracing tightly, swaying slowly like some heavy antique pendulum, Lorelai stopped and took half a step away from Luke. "Sookie?"

Luke took Lorelai back in for a close hug and kiss on her lips, then let go. "So, good list", he said and went upstairs to change, leaving an agreeing, smiling Lorelai, still overcome by emotions.

Lorelai picked up the phone and dialed. "Rory, Luke said yes to babies!"

Luke, who was upstairs in the bedroom, heard Lorelai's shriek and just smiled to himself.

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