AN: I know I said this was going to be a 1 shot but I lied. Of course the first chapter had over 200 hits and only 1 review so maybe that means it sucks and you're all too nice to tell me. Please let me know what you think of it either way so I don't waste my time on something crappy. Thanks.


"G.G.! Come back here," Lorelai woke up to Christopher's voice. She'd been dozing on and off all night but she never fell asleep long enough to forget where she was or what had happened.

"Who's that?" G.G's voice was loud and clear and Lorelai knew she had come in the room. She didn't care; she just lay there, pretending to still be asleep.

"Shh! That's your Aunt Lorelai," Chris told his daughter.

"Is she sick?" the little girl asked innocently.

"No!" he assured her. "Miriam…" he addressed the nanny.

"Sorry Mr. Hayden," the woman apologized.

Lorelai continued to lay motionless as the little girl spoke again. "I don't like to wear my nightgown to bed when I'm sick either," she said precociously.

"I'll explain later," Christopher told G.G. "Have fun at school. Bye bye hon."

Lorelai heard the bedroom door close and she knew G.G. and the nanny had left. After a few seconds she felt Christopher climb back into bed. He snuggled up behind and put his arm around her. He was happy, Lorelai could feel it. She didn't blame him; she knew he would take any scrap of affection he could get from her, she'd expected it. She felt a little sorry for him, she felt sorry for Luke, but she mostly felt sorry for herself.

As Christopher snuggled his way as close to Lorelai as possible he breathed her in. The scent of her hair lingered in his nose. Her perfume mingled with the beads of sweat that had dried on her after they had finished having sex. It was so faint after the long night that only someone as finely tuned into her as he was would even know she was wearing any perfume at all. He smiled to himself; he was happy. Perhaps it was wrong of him to be so happy when Lorelai was so miserable but he didn't know how long she would be willing to take comfort in him. He had to make the most of it while he could.

Christopher closed his eyes and began to daydream. He imagined all the possibilities the future held for him and Lorelai. He wasn't foolish enough to believe any of them would come true, but he held onto the faint hope that they could. He held her tighter, willing time to stop so that he would never have to lose that hope.

Unable to cope with the thought of facing a new day, Lorelai closed her eyes and imagined the last time she had laid in Luke's arms this way. It had been a while. She tried to pretend anyway but she kept coming back to the realization that it would always be pretend from now on. She would never lie in Luke's arms again. The tears began to well in her eyes.

Just as he began to doze off again, Christopher was reawoken by a soft sniffling. "Lor? You OK?" he propped himself up on one arm to try to get a look at her face.

She couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, though she desperately wished she could. She forced a weak smile as she looked up at Chris. "Sure, I'm fine" she lied.

"Can I get you anything? Huge cup of coffee? Big, hearty breakfast? Anything I can do to make you feel better." He promised her. Even if it means repeating last night over and over and over again, he added to himself.

Chris leaned over and kissed Lorelai softly on the forehead. "Breakfast would be good," she answered. It was such an innocent, naive moment from him. She was sure that deep down he knew better but she still couldn't bear to break his heart; she'd already broken Luke's and her own.

"Breakfast it is," Lorelai watched him get up and put his robe on. He turned around and looked back at her. "Take you're time, I'll let you know when it's ready."

Lorelai stayed in bed for a few minutes, trying to muster the courage to get up; the courage to face Chris and his breakfast, to face the moment when she told Luke she'd slept with Chris and the moment she gave him his ring back; trying to find the courage to face the future without him. Finally, she sat up, searching the room for her dress. When she found it she got out of bed and slipped the silk over her head.

"Lor, is that you?" Christopher's voice echoed from the kitchen as she walked through the living room.

"Just a minute," she answered back. She picked up her purse lying next to the chair she'd sat in the previous night. She pulled out her phone and flipped it open… "8 missed calls" it blinked at her. She closed the phone and walked into the kitchen.