Chapter 2

"Lorelai, that's not funny. Don't joke about that!"

"Luke, I don't make jokes. Look." She fished an ultrasound picture out of her pocket.

"You see?" She gave him the picture.

"You know, Lore, that I can't see anything on this pictures."

"Look...1... 2... 3...!" With these words she drove her finger over the picture and showed him the babies like her gynecologist did it before.

"Oh my god!" Luke sat there and stared at the picture.

"Yeah... exactly that was my first reaction, too." But Luke still sat there and stared at the ultrasound picture.

Oh... he is so quiet... why doesn't he say something? Does he live or is he dying on shock? Hmmm... I can see him breathe, therefore he must live. I could put off my clothes and see how he reacted. Uh Lorelai... stop that. Okay... it scares me now. He doesn't react in any way.

But before she could think more of that, Luke looked deeply into her eyes and then he got up. Lorelai jerked mentally.

Oh my god... it is too much for him. He'll go out now and leave me alone. Damn, I screwed up everything.

Luke suddenly took her hand and pulled her up from the couch. He reached around her waist and carried on looking into her eyes.

"We'll have three babies?" He asked again and Lorelai nodded. She noticed a conspicuous twinkle in his eyes. But Luke took her in his arms and held her tight.

"Three Babies... wow!" He whispered.

"Are you happy?"

"Yes, of course I'm happy. You're not?" He said seriously and loosened the embrace a little bit to look at her.

Lorelai started crying. All her emotions broke out. She clasped her arms around him again.

"Of course, I'm happy, because they're our kids and they'll be the best kids of the world. But I'm afraid. How should we manage this? Three babies and we're just married for a few weeks. You've got the Diner and I've got the Inn. I'm so afraid that we won't have enough time for the kids and for us. What is with Rory? She'll have three siblings and maybe she'll feel excluded. We'll have three kids and her father isn't here." Lorelai was crying so hard now, that she couldn't say anything more. Luke hugged her very tight and stroked her back with his hand. He kissed her head now and again.

"Hey, Lore. Calm down. We can manage this. I don't know how but it will work. And don't worry about Rory. She is an adult and she will be happy, too. She's like a daughter for me and I think she thinks the same way. She will be a part of it… of us like these three here." With his last sentence he stroked over her belly.

Luke is right. We can manage this. I've got the best husband on my side and an adorable daughter. She will help us.

Lorelai calmed down and placed her head on his chest.

"Luke?" She smiled.

"Mhm."

"Softy." Her smile got bigger.

"I'm not a softy!"

"Yes you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

He kissed Lorelai passionately. They broke apart from each other unwillingly. But Luke was totally busy with her belly.

"Hey there… here is your daddy. I love you three!"

Uuuhhh he is a softy. My softy.

Luke lay there with his head on Lorelai's belly and talked to his kids. Lorelai stroked through his hair. After a few minutes she broke the silence.

"Luke?"

"Yes?" He saw up and looked at her.

"Do I have to tell my parents today?"

"Lorelai, don't begin so. They were happy about your pregnancy and they will be happy about three new grandchildren. And you can tell it to Rory."

"What can you tell me?" Asked Rory, who had entered the room in that moment.