Disclaimer: I don't own GG.

[chapter] genre: general / romance
warnings: T-ish
summary: Lane and Zack fight over what CDs they're going to bring on their honeymoon and it leads to some awkwardness.
main characters/pairing: lane/zack. I don't know what cutesy couple name they have.
chapter: decisions
A/N: I don't have the same musical taste as Lane and Zack do, so excuse my band references (I listen to everything and anything. Everything I put in this I basically like, so no hard feelings for any musical genre or band. Except the Kanye West cover thing. Yeah.). Sorry for the shortness. And the awkward mushy twist at the end.

Lane was in complete bliss for all of three hours after her wedding. She was a little drunk (figuratively, of course), but she was thinking completely straight. She was Lane Van Gerbig! It wasn't her dream name, but hey, it was a lot better than Lane Kim, which practically said 'Korean girl under house arrest.' She was in this seemingly perfect, endless bliss and then she went home to get her luggage with her husband! She was an adult. And she was going to admit it: they were going to be having sex within the next week, and possibly within the next 24 hours.

Oh, right. The bliss was gone when she looked in Zack's suitcase. "The Rentals? You're bringing two of their EPs and a Rivers Cuomo album and you won't let me bring any Weezer? I don't understand."

"Hey. I have to say, I enjoy Weezer when they're not together, babe. Be happy I'm not bringing my Uncle Jim's bluegrass CD," Zack replied, trying to give her a hug.

"Um, no! If you don't let me bring my psychedelic folk or Weezer, then I revoke your 'prog rock' pass! No for you. Nobody knows what that even means!" Lane threw her hands up in the air, rejecting his hug.

"Well, the last straw was when you tried to bring covers of Kanye West. I'm sorry, but if it's not even real rap, then what is it supposed to be?" Zack walked over to the corner of the room to think. "You know what, Lane? I'm not fighting with you on our wedding day. We're supposed to be like, doing it, you know?"

Lane stopped glaring at him from across the room and softened her gaze. "I guess," she smiled. "I mean, we're married now. We shouldn't be fighting about this. We're supposed to be fighting about stupid adult stuff, like cars and taxes."

"Yeah. And babies and stuff," Zack added, out of nowhere. It came out of his mouth before he knew it. Maybe he was ready for more adult things than he knew.

"I don't know if we should make a baby yet, Zack," Lane replied, hoping it didn't sound cold. "I mean, I don't know if we're ready to have a baby."

It was just so cute that he was thinking about their little imaginary babies. What would he name them? Hopefully nothing stupid like Jedi or Rock. Oh God. And he'd probably name a girl that.

"Oh, yeah, no! I didn't mean that, babe. I just meant that like, adults talk about babies a lot. Yeah," he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He didn't really know how not to act like an idiot sometimes. "I'll be more appropriate from now on."

Lane giggled. It sounded like Mrs. Kim had been giving Zack lessons in sincerity. "You know, you're not at my mom's house. You can say things like doing it and babies and we'll be in the clear. In fact, I think Mama wants us to have kids. As many half-Koreans as possible. That way at least one of them can fulfill her dream to have an Asian kid who naturally desires Bible camp and seven years of repetitive science."

"Maybe they'll play a geeky instrument, like trombone," Zack added, walking back towards her.

Once he got close enough to her, Lane hit his shoulder. "I played a 'geek' instrument," she said, making the over exaggerated air quotes. "I was in the Stars Hollow High Marching Band, remember? It was my close call to brass fame. It's too bad Hep Alien snatched me up. I could've been big, you know."

"You could've been anything you wanted to," he said, knowing it was just as cheesy as it sounded in his mind out loud. He had to perfect the moment by plucking her hand off his shoulder and clasping it between his two very own. "You're my wife. You're the lady I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

"The lady?" Lane pouted. "I'm sorry, that sounds too trampy. And ambiguous. Like, that lady. That lady could be anybody. Lady sounds like prostitute."

"Okay, how many times do I have to say it even after Rory told you? Lady wasn't the tramp in that movie. It was Lady and the Tramp. Hey, you know what? I can be the tramp, if it makes you happy."

"I don't want you to be a tramp! Those groupies'll be all over you in a second; you know that. Just show them your pearly whites and say in that gruff voice you can make, 'Hey, you feminine things, you! Want to come to my bunk bed for some juice and pita bread?'" she imitated his voice.

"Noo. It's, 'Hey, wanna come to my place for some beer?'" he argued, without thinking. What was he arguing about?

"No. It's not just your place. I hereby banish the only spot in this apartment that is yours to be the bunk bed. And we don't have any beer. You know it makes Brian queasy. We mostly just have his favorite because he had a cold last week."

"Hey. That dude is always sick. We don't have to help him," Zack said, as he pulled her in for a hug. Thinking of Brian kind of sucked the romance out of his system. Yuck.

a"Well, you know, he is kind of like," she buried her head into his chest, "our practice child." She looked back up, nervously. "You know, if you're kind of maybe thinking about having kids in the somewhat near future. You know. Maybe."

"Yeah. Definitely. You know, soonish. Not now, of course, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Not now. Soon. Now's too soon?" she asked, but she didn't want an answer. He got that.

He leaned into her so their mouths were barely touching but just enough for her to want more. She grabbed his suit jacket collar with force and let him loosen her lips. His kisses, were hers, and just hers. The intensity was something she had never felt before. And oh God, she thought, how good would he be at sex if this was what one kiss did to her? She decided it didn't matter. He was almost too sweet with her.

He decided that he liked having her in his arms, especially after a fight. He didn't believe in any of the hot make-up stuff after a fight because (a), he'd never had sex with Lane, and (b), any of the things that had existed in his previous relationships were null with his wife, and his only love. Lane was the only girl that he had ever dated and fell in love with. He had loved other girls like friends, but never had he fell quite so hard for somebody who he had never even considered until she proposed that she liked him and that maybe, if he'd like, they should date. Then he rethought everything he had ever known and realized that he had liked her all along. When she was secretly with Dave, when she was learning to be a real drummer, and when they fought like this.

They didn't need any answers.