Chapter 1: Our Daughter Has a Surprise
Luke Danes used to only ever go to bed shirtless when he lived alone in his apartment above his Diner. Even while living with his girlfriend for the better part of a decade, the gruff hunk of a man would insist on retiring for the night clad in a T-shirt at the very least. Lorelai had always pouted at this, saying that her man wasn't "playing fair" before showing off the classic Gilmore pout. But Luke had kept up the habit out of gentlemanly respect, despite dirty temptations from his girlfriend.
Except she was not his girlfriend anymore. She was something much better, as he now watched Lorelai emerge from the bathroom in a suggestive pink nightie. Lorelai Gilmore was finally his wife. Though the rest of the town of Stars Hollow, Connecticut didn't know that. The small-town simpletons - sad fools all! - honestly believed that Luke and Lorelai would wait to follow decorum (and the labels on the hastily-made invitations) and get married on November 5th... the very next day. But the couple had grown tired of waiting, Luke and Lorelai both. For nine years they had waited. No... twelve years they had waited; 2004 was when they had gotten together the first time. Yes, there was a "first time", inevitably followed by a "first time" breakup - all relationships that had stood the test of time involved at least one fallout at some point. Wait... scratch that also... when had he first met her? Nearly twenty years they had waited, going from proprietor and customer, to acquaintances, to friends, finally to lovers, then back to friends, then back to lovers again, until finally (finally!) man and wife.
Lorelai... Danes (Luke felt a growl of triumph in the pit of his stomach as he tried out her new name in his head) now crawled beneath the coverlet and snuggled up to her new husband. "You gonna make love to me, mister? Or is this the sequel to the 40-Year-Old Virgin?"
"Steve Carrell couldn't pull it off," Luke deadpanned, enjoying the banter as she gave him the green light to take her for himself. Rolling his bride over onto her back, Luke mounted her and began to place tender kisses down her face and then her neck, working towards the valley of her breasts that were coming into view as he reverently undressed her.
The return ride from the gazebo after the elopement had been funny and yet furtive. The newlyweds had stolen back to Maple Street in Luke's truck like fugitive thieves in the night, their only companion being Rory Gilmore, Lorelai's only child. Michel and Lane had also been informed of the scandalous union, but were sworn to secrecy. Meanwhile, back at their house, Luke had forgone the traditional method of carrying his bride across the threshold, and instead opted to fling Lorelai over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he-man that he was. Protestations from Rory had only resulted in his new stepdaughter getting thrown over his other shoulder. Even in matrimony, you Gilmore girls are a package deal, Luke had told the young journalist, and do you want to wake the whole town and tip them off? Rory had laughed through the whole thing, and was now sleeping in her childhood bedroom downstairs off the kitchen.
Lorelai felt the need to remind Luke of this fact as they began to make love as husband and wife. "Rory's downstairs..."
"... and asleep," Luke growled. "She's a grown woman and no idiot. But if we somehow wake her up, I'll take the blame. Besides, she's only ever wanted her mother to be with me..."
Lorelai airily gasped as Luke now entered her. "She might still be mortified. Sex does that to people..."
"Sure. In the South. This is real life, not Gone With the Wind!"
"Oh, Ashley!" Lorelai teasingly wailed as Luke picked up the speed of his thrusts into her.
"That's not my name," Luke snarled. "What's my name, Lorelai?"
"L... Luke..." Lorelai moaned as he took one of her perky breasts into his mouth.
"I swear to God, if you finish that sentence with '... I am your father...'" Luke warned.
"FUCK ME!" Lorelai cried out instead.
Luke, genuinely worried about waking Rory up, slapped a hand over Lorelai's mouth for only a moment as he worked towards his release. His wife thrashed and wailed beneath him until finally, with a shudder and groan, Luke emptied himself into her. He rolled off her just enough so that he could curl into her side, their limbs tangled in afterglow bliss.
The night was still, the silence mixing in with the darkness in a peaceful, cocooning manner, until finally Lorelai spoke. "When did you first fall in love with me?"
Surprisingly, Luke did not have to think before answering. "The first day I met you. You came tearing into the Diner demanding coffee like you'd die without it. Made me fill out that blasted horoscope."
Lorelai raised her head off his chest to look at him. "I thought you hated me! You sounded so annoyed that day."
"It was the only way I could cover how I was dying inside," Luke said softly, sincerely. "When I first saw you, I thought, 'Oh My God! I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life!' And then there was this pesky other voice in the back of my head, nagging me, saying to me, 'That's your wife, buddy.' And as much as I knew I could only get addicted to you, that nagging voice kept ordering me to go talk to you."
Lorelai stared at him. "Awww..." She smiled, her eyes pooling with tears. "Love at first sight. It's a damn shame it took me time and throwing off my stubborn pride to see it."
Luke shook his head. "Doesn't matter. We're together now." He caressed her face, and she leaned into his touch. "I waited forever for you..."
"Hmm," Lorelai smiled. "Rory said something of the same once. Which reminds me..." And she bent over him to press a kiss to his lips. "Our daughter has a surprise for you..."
Luke's brow furrowed as he eyed her, curious and amused. Still, he couldn't help the smile that graced his lips, nor the filling of his chest with smug pride at Lorelai referring to Rory as theirs. Referring to Rory as his. "A surprise?"
"You have to wait and let her tell you, though."
Luke wondered what kind of surprise merited that stipulation. But at the time, he didn't give it much thought, instead merely shrugging before he resumed making love to his wife.
A/N: I went slightly AU in that I had Rory tell Lorelai on the day of the elopement, instead of the day of the actual wedding.
