A/n: I don't own, please don't sue.
Lorelai grinned and rolled on her back. Next to her, Luke groaned in his sleep and subconsciously pulled her back towards him. Lorelai smiled and allowed herself to breathe in the scent of his shampoo. She'd missed it, more than she'd let Rory in on, but she probably knew any way.
All that mattered is that Luke was back, right were he belonged. Baseball cap, flannel and all. And the three day stubbled tickling her shoulder. Lorelai suppressed a giggle and squirmed a bit. Now she remembered why she had woken up in the first place. He was tickling her in his sleep.
Silly Diner Man.
But she couldn't stop squirming. She'd grown unaccustomed to the feeling and it was bothering you.
"Go back to sleep," Luke muttered against her shoulder. She couldn't help it this time. She giggled. "Hey, Crazy Lady, you need to sleep."
"But you're tickling me..." Lorelai turned her head to face him, but Luke wisely kept his eyes closed. It was only when he looked at her he gave into her crazy wishes, whims, demands or whatever you wanted to call them. "Luke..."
"I'm not shaving right now, so deal with it." Just to spite her, he kissed her shoulder and he once again produced a giggle from her. The she was silent. More than anything that was what really bothered him, for he knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet.
"Hey," Lorelai nudged him. "Hey, Burger Boy..."
"Lorelai..."
"Hey, come on, open you're eyes. Please?" Luke sighed and open his eyes, just as requested. He saw Lorelai, laying there with a huge grin plastered across her face. Seeing her like that, he couldn't help but smile also. "Hey."
"Hey."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Hey."
"Hey, Crazy Lady."
"Yes, Diner Man?"
"Go to sleep." Lorelai nodded, smiled and leaned over to kiss him good night for the sixth time that night. Today wasn't such a bad day after all. Her eyes fluttered closed.
Lorelai Gilmore didn't like mornings. She didn't like them at all, especially lately. She groaned as the sunlight streamed through her window and prayed that last night wasn't a dream. She couldn't bear it if it was. She opened one eye and she knew it wasn't a dream.
For sitting on her night stand was a thermos of coffee.