Luke opened the door to the room that was designated as the nursery. Suddenly he was very happy that Lorelai agreed to more renovations on the house. He placed the two gallons of yellow paint in the corner and sighed. This wasn't going to be an easy job. And stenciling the ducks that Lorelai insisted should be on the wall were going to be the most tedious task.

He reached into the bag of supplies he bought at the hardware store and pulled out the drop cloth. He pulled the bag open and placed the cloth on the floor. He sighed, mumbling about the lack of size for the price of the drop cloths, and reached into the bag, pulling out the second drop cloth. Why Lorelai didn't have old sheets or something of the sort around was beyond him.

He pulled his screwdriver out of the bag and fumbled with the paint tray stuck in the handles of the plastic. After finally freeing the tray, he took the screwdriver and popped the paint can open, pouring the paint into the plastic tray. Which was also expensive, and not worth the dollar he paid for it.

He opened the new sponge roller and turned around when he heard a pair of feet coming up the stairs outside the room. "Hey, Princess," Luke said as he saw Leah's head poking around the corner. "Come on in. Just don't touch the paint, okay?"

"Can I paint the baby's room?" Leah asked, plopping herself down in the middle of the empty room.

Luke smiled. "No, I'm not sure that's something Mommy would be thrilled with me letting you do. But I'm going to need someone to entertain me while I paint. Or else I'd be bored this whole time. Unless you think that's boring, or not cool or whatever."

Leah put her chin in her hands. "I won't be bored," she insisted, lacking a little enthusiasm.

Luke dipped the paint roller into the tray. "That wasn't very convincing. You okay?"

"I'm okay."

Luke put the roller down and sat on the floor. He pulled Leah onto his lap. "Something's up. Don't make me tickle it out of you," he warned, playing with her dark curls.

Leah wrapped her arms around Luke. "I'm scared," she mumbled, her face buried in his shirt.

"Gotta give me more than that, kiddo," Luke pressed.

"I don't know how to be a big sister. I've never been a big sister before."

"So that's why you've been quiet lately."

Leah pulled back and nodded. "I was happy first, but now I'm scared. Nobody taught me to be a big sister. Will you teach me?" she asked.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I was never a sister. I had a sister, but I was the big brother."

"Isn't it the same thing?"

Luke sighed. "Pretty much. But you know, nobody teaches people how to be big sisters, or how to be big brothers. It just happens."

"Rory and April didn't go to sister school?" Leah asked.

He shook his head. "Nope. They learned all on their own."

Leah scrunched up her nose and crossed her arms, letting out a huge sigh. "Well, Kayla was wrong then, I guess."

"I guess she was. She a big sister?" Luke asked.

"She has big sisters, but I don't think she is a big sister."

Luke pulled Leah close again and kissed the top of her head. "I think you're going to be a great big sister. Actually, I know you'll be a great big sister."

"How do you know?" Leah muttered, pulling back again and looking up into Luke's eyes.

"Remember how Mommy told you she knew everything in the whole world?"

Leah nodded, giving Luke a half smile. "Yeah, I remember," she said.

"Well, I'm the one that taught her everything she knows," Luke teased.

Her eyes widened. "You know a lot then!"

"I do. And I know you're going to do a great job."

She smiled. "Really?"

He nodded. "I do. I'll bet you a dollar you'll be a pro in no time."

"Deal," Leah said, almost knocking Luke over as she hugged him.

Luke picked Leah up and put her on the floor. "Well, you want to help me paint?"

Leah's eyes lit up. "Can I really?"

He stood up and nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. "Go put on one of those t-shirts Mommy made you for when you finger paint," Luke instructed, turning her around gently and guiding her toward the door.

"I'll be really, really fast. Don't paint until I come back!" Leah insisted.

"I'm counting," Luke teased, crossing his arms.

Leah giggled. "No you're not. You're going to make it up like last time when I told you to tell me how long I took!"

"One… two… three… you know you're wasting time, right, Leah? Four, five…"

She squealed and ran down the hallway. Luke tried to keep an accurate count in his head until he heard a thump coming from the hallway.

"You okay, Leah?" Luke called, poking his head out into the hallway to find Leah sitting on the floor, giggling.

She nodded. "I tripped," she announced.

"Told you not to run in the house," Luke said, pulling her up.

Leah sighed. "You're right," she groaned. "Let's paint!"

"Whoa, attention span of a fly," Luke teased.

"I'm ready to paint! What do I need to do?"

Luke smiled. "You're not ready to paint yet," he said, attempting to pull her curls back into a messy ponytail that he couldn't master no matter how hard he tried.

"I'm not?" Leah asked, patting her head and feeling for bumps in her hair after Luke moved away.

He shook his head. "Nope. Not even close. Come here," he instructed.

She gave him a suspicious look, holding back just a little before she slowly walked over to Luke. "What are you doing?" she asked with a giggle.

He motioned for her to come closer. When she finally obliged, he wrapped his arm around her, making sure she couldn't get away, and rubbed some yellow paint on Leah's nose and forehead. "You just didn't look like a painter, I thought you would want to look like a painter before you painted anything."

Leah giggled. "Can I see what I look like?"

Luke rolled his eyes, scooping Leah up and bringing her into the bathroom. "You look like a painter to me, what do you think?" he asked.

"You don't look like a painter," Leah pointed out.

"What makes you think that?"

Leah sighed. "I thought you knew everything. You don't have any paint on you!"

"I don't need paint on me yet. What if I don't want to look like a painter? Or a freakishly tall yellow bird?"

"Daddy, you have to look like a painter!" Leah insisted.

Luke sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist. "Fine. Don't go crazy, and not near the eyes, okay?" he consented, shutting his eyes and fearing what Leah was about to do to him. It wasn't often that he let Leah go crazy, but he knew she needed it.

"There," Leah said after making a masterpiece of Luke's cheek. "You're a painter now. Let's paint!"

Luke handed Leah a paintbrush. "You can paint right here, I'll paint up this way," he said, pointing to the wall.

Leah dipped the paintbrush into the tray, and Luke resolved to touch up her paint job later. They spent a few minutes talking and painting before they were interrupted by a knock on the doorframe.

"Well if it isn't Van Gogh and Michelangelo, in the flesh!" Lorelai said with a smile.

"We're painting, look!" Leah said, turning to face Lorelai and moving away from the wall.

Lorelai laughed, raising her eyebrows. "I see more paint on you two than there is on the wall, want to tell me about that, Cupcake?"

"We had to look like painters, Mommy," Leah insisted.

Glancing at Luke and shaking her head, Lorelai stifled another laugh. "Well, my little Monet, I think it's time to get you washed up for dance class," she said. "Go wait for Mommy in the bathroom, but don't get sucked down the toilet. I'll be there in a minute."

Leah giggled. "Mommy. I can't get sucked down the toilet," she said, putting down her paintbrush and walking out the door.

"I seem to recall a time where you didn't believe that," Lorelai replied, gently pushing her toward the bathroom. Lorelai walked into the room and looked at the wall, and then at Luke.

"Hi there," he said, pulling Lorelai in for a kiss.

"Hey there yourself, messy boy," she teased. "I was going to let you touch up that wall, before the drips dry and you're forced to live with the imperfection."

Luke rubbed Lorelai's belly. "I could have lived with it," he said.

Lorelai giggled. "Somehow, I doubt it. Go paint. I'll bring Leah to Patty's, and I'll bring home a pizza and a Chicken Caesar salad. You paint."

"Whatever you say," Luke replied, leaning in and kissing her again.

"We'll save dessert for later," Lorelai said with a wink.

"Lorelai," Luke hissed, motioning to the open door.

Lorelai waved her hand in the air and crossed her arms. "She's too busy talking to the rubber ducky. And what can I say, the hormones make me wish I had x-ray vision, even though you have yellow hearts on the side of your face," she teased.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Go get her cleaned up. We'll see what happens," he insisted.

She pinched Luke's backside on the way out, leaving him in the room, shaking his head.