Sorry about the wait guys...I lost track of this story, I just couldn't write it for some reason. Anyway, this chapter's quite rubbish, cause it was rushed. It's short too but hopefully you'll like it to some extent. Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter :D

"Okay so what are we making?" Luke asked as he looked through the kitchen cupboards.

"Cupcakes!" Lorelai squealed excitedly.

"No," Leah protested. "Cookies."

"But we always me cookies," Lorelai complained. "I want cupcakes, with olives on top," she said thoughtfully. "And ketchup." Leah scrunched her nose up in disgust, as did Luke.

"That's disgusting," the three year old told her grandmother.

"Sounds yummy right now," she said dreamily.

"How about we skip the cupcake part and you just have olives?" Luke suggested.

"We have olives?" she asked in surprise.

"Bought some especially for your crazy taste buds," he deadpanned.

"Aww you're the best husband in the world," she cooed. He smiled and reached into the fridge for the pot of olives he'd bought the previous day. He was surprised they were still in there actually. Usually she would have found them by now.

"Here," he said, handing them over to her. "Don't eat too many okay?"

"How many is too many?" she asked, already popping one into her mouth.

"When you start to feel like you're gonna throw up, you've eaten too many," he said pointedly. She shrugged.

"Throwing up is part of the package." She scrunched her nose up, shook her head then jumped up from the table. "Okay, not really liking olives at the moment," she called as she dashed to the bathroom.

"Where's grandma going?" Leah asked curiously. Luke frowned.

"Just stay here a minute okay? Why don't you find the mixing bowl and the other stuff we need to make the cookies?" he asked, thinking of something to keep her occupied while he checked on his wife.

"Can I choose which shapes I want?"

"Yeah sure sweetie," he replied distractedly. As he approached the bathroom, he could hear Lorelai retching. He winced a little, although he'd kinda gotten used to it, then slowly opened the door and stepped inside, closing it again behind him. He heard Lorelai's heavy breathing and felt the guilt again as he remembered that he was the cause of this. "How're you doing?" he asked softly, sitting on the floor behind her and pulling her hair back with his fingers.

"I've been better," she replied, leaning back into him a little bit.

"Was it the olives?" She nodded then heard him sigh. "Sorry."

"Wasn't your fault," she mumbled. "The baby decided it didn't want olives anymore, that's all." Luke kissed her hair.

"Do you think you're done now?" He felt her nod against his chest and gently pushed her forward so he could stand up. Once on his feet, he pulled her up and guided her back out to the kitchen.

"Grandma are you okay?" Leah asked worriedly, especially when she saw Lorelai's watery eyes.

"I'm fine honey," she replied brightly. "Just got a bit sick back there, nothing to worry about."

"Are you gonna help make the cookies?" she asked hopefully. Lorelai looked uneasily at Luke, he read her like an open book.

"Grandma's gonna go lie down for a while sweetie, why don't you and I make them?" Leah twisted her mouth before nodding in agreement. Lorelai smiled appreciatively at him before turning away from him to head upstairs. He pulled her back towards him and leaned in to kiss her.

"Uh...vomit breath," she reminded him.

"Don't care," he murmured before completing his task. He smiled at her then watched her walk towards the stairs, before turning back to his granddaughter, prepared to give her his full attention.

"I choosed Mickey Mouse shape," she said proudly, holding the dough cutter out to Luke.

"Very nice," he replied. "But I was thinking we could make cupcakes instead."

"But I want cookies," she whined.

"Don't you wanna do something nice for grandma cause she's not feeling well?" he asked, trying to get her to show some compassion. She looked at him sulkily for a few moments.

"Fine," she finally agreed.

"Cupcakes are better anyway cause you can lick the bowl properly," he winked.

"Mmm, I love cake mixture," she said excitedly. "Does this mean we get to use that thingy that mixes it all together?"

"Yeah, I'll let you do it if you want."

"Really?" He nodded.

"You've gotta be careful though," he warned.

"I will," Leah promised excitedly.

"Ok do you remember what we need to make these?" She went silent for a few minutes as she tried to remember how to make cupcakes.

"Flour?" she asked carefully.

"Yeah, what else?"

"Um...um...eggs?"

"And?"

"Errrrm..." He could see she was struggling so he helped her out a little.

"What do you put on your cereal in the mornings?" he asked.

"Um...milk," she answered.

"What else?" She thought hard.

"Oh I know, sugar!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Well done," he praised. "You're gonna be a proper chef one day."

"Like you?" she asked.

"I'm not a chef," he brushed off.

"Yeah you are, you're a really good cook," she said while nodding her head vigorously. He nodded briefly before collecting the ingredients they needed. "Grandpa?"

"Hmm," he replied as he measured the correct amount of flour.

"Why did grandma get sick?" Leah asked curiously. "She was okay before." Luke stopped what he was doing, not exactly sure of what to say. They hadn't told Leah about the baby yet, he, Lorelai and Rory had decided it'd be better if they told her when the risk of miscarriage had passed.

"She didn't like the olives," he replied simply.

"That's cause they're yucky."

"Yes they are, now are we gonna make these cupcakes for grandma?" Leah nodded and joined him over at the counter, standing on a chair so she could see.

"Wait, I need my apron," she exclaimed. "I'll get it all over my top."

"Drama queen," he muttered while reaching for her apron that hung from the back door handle. He tied it around her waist before going back to his previous task.

"Where's mommy?" she asked.

"She went to see Lane," he replied.

"With Kwon and Steve?"

"Yeah, your mom and Lane used to be best friends," he explained.

"Before she leaved?" Luke nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah, now that she's settled in, she's gone to catch up with her and to meet the twins."

"But I wanted to go," she pouted.

"I thought you wanted to make cupcakes with me and grandma."

"I didn't know she was going to see Kwon and Steve," she sulked. Luke rolled his eyes and continued preparing the cupcake mix.

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"Hey," Lorelai greeted sleepily as she padded down the stairs later that day.

"Good morning," Luke joked, holding his arms out for her to walk into from where he sat on the couch. "Good nap?" She nodded.

"Great," she replied.

"So you feel better now?"

"Yeah, just one of those mornings," she said, smiling. "Where's Leah?"

"Sulking in her room," he answered.

"Why, what's wrong with her?"

"She said she wanted to go with Rory to see Lane and the kids."

"Ah...so she's upset?"

"No, just in a bad mood," he replied. "I chose to ignore her."

"Okay, I'll go up and talk to her in a minute." Luke pulled her down to sit in his lap and kissed her firmly. Just as they were getting into it though, a loud knock on the door jarred them from their activity.

"Who the hell is that?" Luke grumbled.

"I'll get rid of them, one second." She jumped up from his lap and hurried to the door. She wasn't expecting who she saw on the other side though.

"Lorelai...hi is um...is Rory here?"

"Logan," she replied in shock. She was speechless for a few moments before air finally made it's way back through her windpipe. "Rory's uh...not here, she's at Lane's," she told him nervously.

"Oh um...I guess I could come back later," he shrugged. As he was about to turn around, Luke appeared at Lorelai's side.

"Who is it?" he asked gruffly.

"It's Logan," she replied, she was gaining confidence now. And with that confidence came anger towards the man that abandoned her girls.

"What are you doing here?" Luke asked.

"I came to see Rory," he answered honestly.

"Well you weren't supposed to get here till this evening, we weren't expecting you yet."

"I know, I got an earlier flight," he explained. "But if Rory's not here then I'll just swing by later." He began to walk away but a small voice stopped him.

"What's going on?" Leah asked, hugging Lorelai's legs as she walked up behind her.

"Nothing sweetie," Lorelai replied. "Go back inside okay?"

"Who's that?" she whispered, pointing towards her unknown father. Logan had turned around and was staring at his daughter wordlessly. Lorelai and Luke shared a look before silently agreeing to tell her.

"I think you'd better come in," Luke addressed Logan before leading Lorelai and Leah into the house. Luke and Lorelai sat on the couch; Leah perched on Luke's lap, while Logan took a space on the armchair.

"Is that my daddy?" Leah asked quietly. She only wanted her grandparents to hear but Logan happened to be listening in as well.

"Yeah honey," Lorelai replied. "That's Logan, your dad." Leah looked over at Logan curiously before burying her face in Luke's shirt.

"Look, is Rory gonna be back soon?" Logan asked impatiently.

"Why?" Luke asked.

"I wanna talk to her," the young man shrugged.

"So the only reason you've come back is to see Rory?" Luke spat. He stopped himself from going further when he remembered Leah was sat right in front of him.

"Leah why don't you go upstairs?" Lorelai asked softly.

"Why?"

"We just wanna talk to Logan for a second okay?" Leah nodded hesitantly and shuffled off of Luke's lap. She ran towards the stairs and glanced at Logan wearily before ascending them. Once they were sure the little girl had gone into her room, Luke glared at Logan.

"You don't care about your daughter at all do you?" he asked angrily.

"What are you talking about man, I just asked where Rory was," Logan replied defensively.

"Yeah and the whole time your daughter was sat right in front of you, you didn't even say hello to her." Logan didn't say anything. "Why did you even come back if you don't care about her, she's just gonna get hurt."

"I never said I didn't care about her," he told them.

"Well if you did you wouldn't have left almost four years ago," Lorelai interrupted. Logan looked at his feet ashamedly.

"I regret that," he muttered.

"I should hope you do!" she shouted angrily, rising to her feet. "Do you know how much you hurt Rory? She cried non-stop for two whole weeks because of you. Pregnant women don't need that kind of stress, it's not good for them or their baby, but you didn't care did you?" She was fuming. All of her pent up anger and frustration towards Logan was finally being released.

"Lorelai..."

"No Logan, don't even attempt to explain this. There's no way you can make yourself look good here." She was breathing heavily and Luke stood up next to her, making sure she was okay. "Nobody hurts my kid like that, I mean, what were you thinking, abandoning your pregnant girlfriend? She was miserable after you left; I couldn't even get her to eat properly. You put your girlfriend and child at risk by leaving like that, but you're probably not even bothered are you?" Luke noticed how red in the face she was and slipped his arm around her waist. It really wasn't good for her, getting angry and stressed like this.

"Are you ok?" Luke asked quietly. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to will away the dizziness she was currently experiencing. "Lorelai?" She could hear the voices around her, but all of a sudden, everything went black.

I know...I know, bad place to end it :S But my excuse is that it's 10:30pm and I'm exhausted...strange cause I usually stay up till at least midnight. Please leave a review :P I will try harder with this story and hopefully you should see an update soon. I apologise again for making you all wait so long.

Emily.