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**I don't update regularly

I woke up with Rory wrapped in my arms. My insides danced in jubilation. I squeezed her a tiny bit harder, as if to consume her into my soul. She blinked, looked up at me, and smiled. I bent my head to capture her lips in mine. It was slow and soft and then she yelped. She tossed off the covers, running for the bathroom. I scrambled after her, worried that something was severely wrong.

"Ror, you okay," I shouted as I got to the door. She was on her knees, her face in the bowl. Morning sickness. I knelt behind her and pulled her hair back. She threw me a small smile before retching again. When she sat up, I knew she was through. I stood up and got water from the sink in a small paper cup. I handed it to her.

"Do you need a cold washcloth?" I asked. She shook her head, slowly sipping the water.

"No, its over, for now," she said, "I need to get some food in me, that's all."

"Good thing we are staying over a diner," I chuckled. I reached for her hand to help her up. She did so slowly. We went out to the bedroom where she started looking for clothes to wear. I rifled through my duffle bag for clean clothes. Once we were both dressed, I grabbed her hand and we walked down the stairs together. As I pulled back the curtain, a small number of gasps sounded in the dining area. I threw them a couple glares, while Rory smiled at them. She wrapped her arm around my waist and reached up to kiss me. The gasps became outright cries. Miss Patty and Babette looked at each other and pulled out their cell phones. Word of our relationship would-be all-over Stars Hollow within minutes. Rory led me to the table nearest the kitchen, just as Luke stuck his head out to see what the commotion was. He saw us sitting at the table together and rolled his eyes. He made his way out to take our orders.

"Blueberry pancakes with ham. And pickles!" Rory put in. We both looked at her like she was nuts. She just stared back at us.

"The baby wants what it wants," she said with a shrug. Luke half smiled and turned to me.

"Fruit bowl and some oatmeal please," I said. Rory snickered. She loved teasing me about being a health nut now.

"Coming right up," Luke said handing the ticket to Caesar. He headed over to the counter, picked up the coffee and then looked at Rory. He picked up the decaf instead. She pouted at him until he picked up the regular coffee.

"You really shouldn't drink this," he whispered, bending down so others wouldn't hear.

"I know, this is my only cup of the day, to wake up," she said. He looked at her, sceptic, and she crossed her heart. Satisfied, he walked back to put the pot down.

"Luke!" Kirk cried as he burst through the door. Rory sloshed her coffee a bit, surprised from his outburst. I glared at him as I grabbed some napkins to wipe up the table. Not that he noticed. Without looking up from what he was doing, Luke addressed him.

"What is it Kirk?" he asked as he flipped through the tickets.

"Lulu wants a baby! I'm not ready for a baby," Kirk cried as he paced back and forth along the counter. Luke sighed, throwing down his pencil.

"You already have Petal, that's pretty much like having a baby Kirk," he said, trying to calm Kirk.

"How is that like having a baby Luke! Petal is a pig, not a human!" Kirk was pulling his hair now, in full blown panic mode. I'll admit, it was amusing to watch.

"Do you make bottles for Petal?" Luke asked. Kirk nodded the affirmative. "Do you clean up after her when she goes to the bathroom?" Again, Kirk nodded. "Do you give her baths?"

"Yes Luke! How is that like a baby!" Now he was near tears.

"You have to do that for a baby Kirk!" Luke's voice was going higher, a sure sign he was annoyed. Kirk stopped pacing and looked at him.

"Really?" he asked. Luke jerked his head in a nod, his lips pursed together.

"That doesn't sound too hard," Kirk was rubbing his goatee in contemplation now.

"Go knock her up, sugah!" Babette piped up from the other side of the diner. Everyone clapped or wolf whistled as Kirk hurried back out the door. The incident even make Luke break out in a smile and he headed to the kitchen to grab our food.

"Kirk is going to make a baby," Rory raised her eyebrows at me with a smirk. I had to laugh. I liked Lulu; she was very nice woman. Kirk didn't deserve her. But it took all kinds, I guess.

Luke set our plates down as Lorelai walked in. Dressed for work. I raised a questioning eyebrow at Luke. It was the day after their wedding, and they were both working?

"She is wrapping things up at the inn so she can go on the honeymoon. She has to sign the papers for the annex, and she is taking the evening shift, so Michel gets a bit of a break," he responded, knowing my question. I nodded in understanding. She had walked over to our table, trepidation on her face.

"How is everyone?" she asked nervously. Rory stood up to hug her.

"We are fine mom. And we are together now. And he knows everything," she said as she invited her mom to sit with us. Lorelai sat down on Rory's side of the table, looking between us.

"Really Lorelai, we're good," I reassured her. I could see her shoulders relax. She smiled at us both. We ate breakfast together, talking about the addition to the Dragonfly, and the impending honeymoon. They were going on a European tour for two weeks. Not something usual for Luke but he told me he had wanted to see it through Lorelai's eyes. Emily had paid for it. First class accommodations at every stop. Luke joined us during a lull and he and I went over what needed to be done at the diner while he was away.

After breakfast, Rory wanted to get some fresh air, so we walked around town and eventually found ourselves at the bridge over the lake. We sat down, enjoying the white covered trees, and the stillness in the air. She leaned against me, smiling at her own thoughts. I had so much that I wanted to discuss, but her look of peace was one I didn't want to disturb. So, I wrapped my arm around her and joined her in quiet contemplation.