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Chapter 21- Painting Drama and Prom

"Lorelai, have you picked the color of the nursery yet?" Luke asked Lorelai who was sitting at a table at the diner munching on some fries, flipping through a paint swatch.

"I can't decide," she announced.

"Pick any color."

"Luke, you can't rush these kinds of things. Our babies' lives are going to be determined by this. Are they going to be smart, stupid, happy, emo, Goth?"

"Goth?" He questioned.

"Well, if the room is black, you never know."

"The room is not going to be black."

"I see you are using your veto power."

"Sure, whatever," he went along with her.

"That is just one color in this," she waved the swatch in front of his face. "Plus, we can't just pick pink or blue. We don't know what we are having yet."

"We are having babies."

"Really? Is that why I'm getting fat?" She spoke sarcastically.

"Ok, how about yellow?"

"I like yellow; however, there are over forty different shades of yellow." She held out the yellow section of the swatch for him to see.

"Alright, I give you another week, until then I'll work on your room. Do you have your color picked?"

"Ummmm," she averted her eyes.

"Seriously?" He put in hands up in disbelief.

"There are a lot of colors to pick from," Lorelai argued with a pout.

"Oh, the work! I am going back to work now."

She smiled innocently causing him to walk back to the kitchen. The bell above the door jingled as Rory walked into the diner and plotted down in the empty chair next to her mother.

"Hey, Hun, how was school?"

"Less than a few days and then I'll be free from Paris and free from Chilton," she told her mom and took a fry from her plate.

"Aww, my baby girl is all grown up, but hands off my plate," she slapped her hand away which was reaching for another fry. "I am eating for three here."

Word had got out about Lorelai having twins as soon as Luke started renovating his childhood home. The town, meaning mainly, Babette and Miss Patty, and of course, Taylor indirectly found out when pestering Luke about the necessary requirements and permits needed to go the appropriate renovations, found out and spread the word like wildfire.

"Stop milking it," Luke scolded her as he brought a plate to a customer.

"I have less than four months of milking it left so I am going to eat as much as I want," Lorelai declared.

"Oh, good. Rory is here." Do you have the color for your room picked out?"

"Yes, I do."

"I knew I could count on you. Your mother, on the other hand, is impossible."

"I am no impossible. Remember that time I painted the diner?"

"Yeah, you had paint swatches pinned up all over the place trying to get me to change how the diner looked."

"But we were able to decide on the colors."

"Is that your way of asking me for help?"

"If I say yes, will you help me?" she asked cutely and batted her eyes.

"With the babies' room, yes. Your room? No."

"Ugh, fine. So you said yellow," holding up the paint swatch again.

"Not now. I'm working."

"Ok, but the more you are busy, the more time it is gonna take to pick out a color."

"Pick your color and we'll pick out a color tonight after I close."

"Deal."

"Order's up!" Caesar called from the kitchen.

-X-

"Aww, Honey, its prom night! Are you excited?" Lorelai excitedly asked her daughter as she put the finishing touches on Rory's hair.

"Very. Listen mom, about that, I was wondering if you could convince Luke to spend the night here or at the new house or something," she hesitantly asked.

"Why would I ask Luke to…" she trailed off as Rory shyly looked down. "Are you and Jess, you know…"

"Well, he said he was trying to plan something special for, you know, my first time and you said you wanted me to talk to you before anything happened," Rory attempted to explain.

"Honey, are you sure you are ready for this step? Are you sure you want to take it with Jess? And tonight? Are you going to be safe? Do you need anything to be safe?"

"Mom, calm down. Yes, I am sure and I am ready for this. We have the protection covered. Jess and I have talked about it."

"Ok, but sweetie, isn't prom night sort of, cliché?"

"I am trying to look passed that and concentrate on how he wants to make this a night to remember. I trust him. I am ready for this."

"Ok. You are grown up and you can make your own decisions," Lorelai said, trying to convince herself. "I can try talking to Luke, but I am not promising anything."

"Thanks mom! You're the best."

"Well, I try. So how is Jess going to fit in at the Chilton's prom?"

"We will see. He just wanted to do this for me since he couldn't get tickets for Stars Hollow High's prom. He said he would put on an act if this is what would make me happy."

"I didn't know Mr. 'the world so doesn't get me' was capable of being so sweet."

"He is very sweet, sort of like Luke. I guess it runs in the family."

"How do you know Luke is sweet?" she asked as she added some more blush to her cheeks.

"Well, he did basically buy a house for you and your soon –to- be children. Plus, he beat up Dean when we broke up the first time, and he blew up balloons and made me coffee cake for my birthday."

"Don't forget that house is for you too. Besides he already had the house. It is no big deal."

"Mom, he wants to be there for his children, despite the fact that he is not romantically involved with you. He is willing to live with you for at least 18 years to raise them together. I think that is sweet."

Lorelai stopped what she was doing, cocked her head to the right in thought, "I guess that is sweet. Wow, we are going to be living together for 18 years. And we will be divorced. How are we supposed to do our taxes? I mean am I single or married? Technically, it would probably be better for us to fill jointly."

"And I am sure you two will figure it all out," Rory assured her.

"Maybe we should stay married."

"Sounds like you two have a lot of talking to do. Does this eye shadow match the dress? She pointed to the light blue dress which matched her eyes hanging behind her as she tried to change the subject.

"Umm, you should use this with this other shade. It would look really nice. Do you want me to do it?" she suggested.

"Yes, please!"

After helping Rory with her make-up, Lorelai volunteered to run to Luke's to get some food that would tie her over until it was time for prom. She entered the diner and saw Luke behind the counter at the register.

"Hey," Lorelai greeted him.

"Hey. I don't normally see you here at this time," Luke replied.

"Well, the lady of the night is hungry and requests a burger so two burgers with fries, and a little chat with you please," she ordered.

"Why a chat?"

"I need to discuss something with you and I prefer not to do it in the diner?"

"Is something wrong? Are you feeling ok?" He immediately inquired.

"I am fine. This has nothing to do with our situation."

"Ok, let me put your order in and we will talk. Caesar, two burgers and fries. They are for Lorelai and Rory," he told his cook, knowing he would tweak the order to their liking.

"You got it Boss," he responded from the kitchen.

"Ok, I am all yours," Luke said to Lorelai and lead her to the storage room.

-X-

"No, no, no, no, no!" Luke yelled coming out of the storeroom with Lorelai following behind.

"Luke," she called out after him as he marched up the stairs two at time to his apartment.

"Jess!" he barked, busting through the door.

"Luke! Wait up! Woman carrying your child behind you," she called out while slowly making her way up the stairs.

"What?" Jess replied, putting down the book he was reading on the reclining chair.

"You asked your girlfriend's mother to ask me if you can have sex in my apartment?" He screamed at him.

Jess let out a breath.

"There is no way in hell that I will let you touch that girl and ruin anything for you."

"Would you rather we sneak around?" Jess suggested.

"No."

"In that case, Luke, seriously, can you chill out?" Jess told his uncle.

"Seriously, this is not that big of a deal," Lorelai added as she walked into the room.

"She is going to Yale! How can you approve of your daughter having sex after what you have gone through and what you are going through now? You and I did it once and BAM! You're pregnant!"

"It's not my fault that you have super sperm. What is that supposed to mean anyway? Because what you are saying mean no sex for you too," Lorelai pointed out causing Jess to smirk. "And you are basically calling me a slut!"

"You are not helping! And no I am not calling you that!" Luke fumed.

"Look, Luke," Jess started, "Rory, is 18. I am 18. We can make our own decisions. Tonight is prom night. I have fucked up enough and I need to make things right. She wants this. She is ready for this. We have talked about it. I love her and I want to give her everything. I know you both think I am no good, but she is the only one who knows who I am."

"You love her?" Luke asked to confirm. Lorelai stood quietly.

"Don't tell her. I want to do that," he shyly said. Luke looked at the boy and saw his eyes gleaming with hope.

"You are going to take care of her and treat her like a gentleman. You are not going to pressure her into anything she doesn't want."

"Thank you. I promise you won't regret this."

"Just tonight. Don't think you can go around telling me what to do."

"Thank you so much," Jess repeated.

"I swear I will kick your ass if I find out you hurt her or mistreated her. You hear me?"

"Yes, Uncle Luke."

"It's Luke!" He said and then looked at Lorelai, "I guess I'll be spending the night on you couch."

-X-

-Crap Shack-

"Rory, looked so beautiful tonight," Lorelai told Luke. The two were sitting on either sides of the couch; Lorelai eating crackers and Luke munching on some carrot sticks.

"Yeah, very beautiful," Luke agreed.

"She's all grown up. She's making her own decisions, going to Yale"

"That she is."

"And soon, it'll start all over again," she said as she rubbed her belly.

"Yup," he looked in her eyes and told her. A smile crept on her face which was mirrored by Luke. Lorelai uncomfortably shifted with a wince.

"Are you ok?" Luke asked, his voice full of concern.

"It's nothing. It's just hard to sit or stand, or sleep with this extra weight."

"Where is it bothering you?"

"Pretty much everywhere, my feet, my knees, my back, especially my back," She said as she tried to stretch.

"Scoot closer and turn around," he told her.

"What? Why?"

"Just come here."

Lorelai did as she was told. Luke pushed aside her long curly locks over her right shoulder. Gently, she felt Luke's fingers massage her back, applying small amounts of pressure beginning at her neck and slowly moving down. Moans of pleasure escaped from Lorelai in return. Luke took that as a sign that he was doing something right.

"Feeling a little better?" He asked.

"Mmmm, god yes. Your hands are like magic."

"Good."

"Don't stop. Mmmm. Please don't stop," she moaned some more.

Luke respected her wishes and continued. "Mmmm," she tilted her head to the left exposing her neck.

The sounds coming from Lorelai continued to encourage Luke, but at the same time, he could feel encouragement somewhere else.

"Hold on," Lorelai told him and started to lift her shirt over her head.

"Whoa! What are you doing?"

"Taking off my shirt," she stated as a matter of fact.

"What? Why?"

"So I can feel your hands."

"No, in that case I have to stop."

"Why? You offered to give me a massage."

"It's just you were already making, you know, sounds like I was satisfying you in another way and that was having another kind of effect on me and this is not going to help."

"We've done the deed before," she said and took her shirt off with a hint of irritation, exposing her plain white bra. "I don't understand why you are so nervous? You've knocked me up with twins, nonetheless, and now all I want," at this point, she started crying, "is for my back to stop hurting me because I am carrying two babies and my boobs are ginormous. To top it off, you tell me how wonderful and beautiful I am, but you will wait until I am ready to have a relationship with you. Then you ask Rory and I to move in with you and now you're fixing up the place, painting the rooms whatever colors I tell you and I'm not cooperating and picking out the colors in time, but you still put up with me. I am such a horrible person. You love me and I am making you totally uncomfortable!" she sobbed harder.

Luke rubbed her back to calm her down, "shhs, Lorelai, you are not horrible. Hormonal, yes, but not horrible.

"But I am making you uncomfortable."

"Sshh, you're not. Please stop crying," he whispered.

"I am fat and I am taking advantage of you and making you give me a massage!" she hysterically cried.

"You are beautiful," he looked her in the eyes and told her. "And these," he put his hands on her five and a half month belly and said, "are our babies that we were able to create together. If giving you a back massage is what you need to feel better than that is what I am going to do because what you are doing is amazing and I appreciate it."

Lorelai looked at Luke and brought his face closer to her and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," she whispered. Suddenly, she felt the need to feel his lips again and brought her lips to his again, but held them their longer. A few seconds later, she felt him kiss back. They remained in that position on the couch for a few minutes. Lorelai's hands finding their way to his cheek and hair and Luke's on her bare back. Lorelai pushed Luke backward onto the couch with herself on top of him. Their lips still attached.

"Maybe we should take this upstairs," Luke suggested.

"I love the way you think." In one swoop movement he sat up, gathered Lorelai in his arms and carried her upstairs.

Once upstairs, he kicked the bedroom door and brought her towards the bed. Lorelai's eyes focused on him as he laid her down on the bed and urgently connected their lips together again. Lorelai's hands found their way to the buttons on his flannel shirt.

-X-

"You're ok?" Luke asked Lorelai. The two were tangled together. Lorelai's head rested on his chest, one hand on top of Luke's which was resting on belly. The other hands joined together between them.

"Yeah, I'm great."

"Good," he kissed the top of her head.

"Did we just do that?" she asked in disbelief.

"I think we did it twice," he responded, causing her to giggle.

"So what does this mean?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"You are very big flirt. Did you know that?"

"Only when I have a beautiful woman next to me," he responded.

She laughed and said, "Someone is very happy after he gets some."

"Again, only with you."

"Wow, another good answer."

"Why don't you answer the question I asked?"

"Which was?"

"What does this mean?"

"Ok. Well I think this means we'll have a spare room at the new house."

"Really?"

"Yes, I want to be with you twins or no twins. Married or not. I have feelings for you."

"Are you sure?" She gave him a kiss in response.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"You better," she pressed another kiss to his lips.

"I just don't want this to move too fast. Ok?"

"I think that is a good idea."

"Good, glad we are on the same page," he kissed her.

"We have so much to talk about."

"There is plenty of time to do that later," he said and flipped them over so he was above her, placing soft kisses along her jaw.

"Oh, you do that so well."

"Sshh."

"Luke?"

"Hmm?"

"What kind of yellow were you thinking?" She brought up the paint swatches again.

"Not now." He continued to shower her neck with kisses.

"Luke?"

"What?"

"What happened to our divorce papers?"

-X-

-Luke's Apartment-

"Did you have a good time?" Rory asked as she kicked off her heels.

"Not what I would have loved to do, but I know you had a good time," he replied with a rare smile.

"And thank you for not surly replying to everyone. I know that took a lot of self-control."

"I still can't believe Paris has a boyfriend."

"Hey, be nice, she is a friend," she said while she walked towards him.

"She is just so intense," he pulled her close to him.

"I know, but then she wouldn't be Paris."

"And what was up with that kid singing show tunes?"

"Oh, that's Brad. He just got back from Broadway or something."

"That explains it. Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"

"Don't I look beautiful always?"

"You are beautiful, Rory. I don't know why you are here with me and not one of those rich guys from your school that you deserve."

"Please not this again. Jess, I deserve you. You are not giving yourself enough credit," she told him and then pressed a kiss to his lips. Jess tried to pull away but Rory didn't stop.

"Rory, are you sure you want to do this?" Jess pulled away and asked, "Because we don't have to do this."

"Thank you for being concerned, but I am ready for this. I want this. That is of course, unless you plan on leaving me after tonight."

"No. No. I don't plan on leaving you. I told you last time I-"

Rory silenced him with a kiss and then replied, "Relax, I was just teasing. Now, where were we?"

"Right about here, but why don't we relocate?"

-X-

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