The Idea

They sat together with their grandchild, taking turns soothing the baby to sleep while allowing Rory to get some much-needed rest. Eventually, the baby wore itself out and they stood next to the crib, arms around each other's waist as they watched the child they loved so much sleep.

"We kind of just let the whole baby discussion drop for us, didn't we," Lorelai mused.

"I figured if you wanted to pursue it, you'd say something," Luke pointed out.

She chuckled. "Pot. Kettle. Black." They shared a grin born from experience and the ability to poke fun at themselves.

"Well, I had another thought about it. I wanted to ask but thought if I asked, you'd say no."

She saw the hurt in his eyes. "You don't know that."

"I know, I know." She hugged him harder and worried her lip. Then she plunged right in. "What do you think of fostering?"

Delivery Service

"Hi!"

"… Lorelai?"

"Yeah!"

"How'd you get this number?"

"Oh, wrote it down, figure it might come in handy one day. Which, today is your lucky day, because it has!"

"Lorelai, I'm hanging up now."

"No, wait, Luke! I just need to place a delivery order!"

"I don't do delivery. Try Al's."

"But Al's isn't you!"

"And I thank God every day for that."

"C'mon, please, please, please? I need a cheeseburger, so does Rory, and we're starving!"

"You have two feet, just walk over here."

"I can't exactly do that."

"Lorelai!"

"You see, I broke my leg doing yoga."

"You broke what?!"

"Don't worry, I'm OK!"

"I'll be right there."

"I thought you don't do delivery!"

He just hung up the phone and ran to throw two burgers together.

The Fight

The fight was utterly stupid: one of those little arguments you got into with your partner that escalated because of the silliest thing.

Now they were fuming at each other, gesturing and shouting at the top of their lungs because she was stubborn and he was stubborn, and both of them were determined to be the immovable object instead of the unstoppable force.

Lorelai finally threw up her hands. "Just come with me into the other room," she ordered, then didn't bother to wait for his reply.

But Luke was just done. "We're not going to talk about this now," he argued, following her to make his point, then drew to a halt at the birthday cake and presents waiting on the kitchen table. Shocked, he just stared at her.

She gave him a tired smile. "Happy birthday, babe."

It Really Does Work

He sneaked up behind her, hands skimming down her waist as he pulled her into him. His teeth sank into her earlobe as his fingers danced beneath the hem of her shirt to draw circles on her midriff. She arched back into him, ass pressing into him as he moaned into her ear.

"Your voice is sexy," she murmured.

"Your ass is sexy," he replied, a certain part of his body showing her how much he approved of said ass. One hand slipped down to the button of her jeans, and with a quick twist, he had it popped open and was sliding it beneath her underwear. "I keep telling you those jeans really work for you."

"And for you," she gasped before she lost the ability to think at all.

Accidental Consumption

Lorelai stumbled into the kitchen, following the siren's scent of freshly made coffee and what she hoped was a scantily clad partner. She sleepily grabbed the coffee pot, then squinted when she saw it was empty. But it wasn't empty like day-old-she-forgot-to-wash-it friendly. Clearly there had been coffee in there very recently. She could smell it, almost taste it.

She eyed her not-so-scantily-clad boyfriend suspiciously as he stood at the sink, drinking water as if his life depended on it.

"Where is my coffee?"

Luke stopped gulping down water and scowled. "Don't even start."

"Coffee existed in this once upon a time." She took a step close to him, sniffed his breath. "You drank coffee!"

"It was an accident! TJ called, panicking because he accidentally put regular fuel in a diesel engine and wanted me to tell him how to drain it out. I was trying to get him to call AAA and grabbed the mug sitting out, thinking it was my tea … then I picked up your coffee by mistake."

"You drank coffee and I missed it!"

"Lorelai …"

"All I want is an apology," she sighed and kissed him, just to see what it was like having coffee on his tongue. But he'd drank enough water to where she couldn't taste it.

Round Three

"And they're at it again," Lane told Rory, blatantly ignoring the no cell phone rule largely because her boss was too busy yelling at her best friend's mother to notice.

"Subject matter?" Rory asked.

Lane hit the speaker button on the phone just in time for Lorelai to yell, "Don't yell at me like a child!"

Luke jabbed a finger at where a pair of shears were now lodged in the wall. "THEN DON'T THROW SCISSORS!"

"It was an accident!"

Lane turned off the speaker. "See?"

"Why did my mom throw scissors in the diner?"

"I really wasn't paying attention to that part."

Rory sighed. "I wish they would just shut up and kiss already."

"I do too, but can it wait another week? My turn in the town pool's then."