Father of Mine
Part 5
Lukie
"Hello, ma'am, may I take your order?"
"Ahh!!! I'm being served by a sixteen year old in the one place I've always known there won't be a sixteen year old waitress! I repeat, ahh!!!! I want my Lukie!!!"
"I'm your daughter, I'm sure I am capable to serve you."
"That doesn't matter! I want Lukie!!!"
"You're making a scene, Mom."
By this time, Lorelai was already marching back to the kitchen.
"Lukie! Lukie! Where's my Lukie?"
"Mom!! Sit down! People are staring- I'll get Luke for you."
Lorelai scrunched her face up and pouted. "Lukie…"
Rory walked back to the kitchen, and over to Luke at the grill.
"Hey Luke, Mom insists she be served by you."
"What'd you do?"
"Unbelievably, nothing. She started to throw a fit when she saw you weren't serving her."
"Are you lying to me?"
"No, and you'd better get out there before people have long enough to talk."
"And what exactly will you do? I am not letting you touch the grill, let alone cook on it."
"I'll take care of everyone else, and you can serve my mom and cook."
"Your mom takes more time than that. I can't be expected to cook and serve her."
"Well, everyone else is served for now, and she can always come back here if you need to." She smirked as some new ideas entered her mind.
"Right…"
"We'll worry about what to do if it becomes a problem- now get out there! She's starting to whimper!"
"Fine."
Luke
Okay, just breathe in and out. It's not like this is the first time you've ever served Lorelai Gilmore.
But you recently came to the conclusion that you love her, making this quite different than any other time that you've served her.
But she's still the same old Lorelai.
But you're not the same old Luke.
"Hey"
Suddenly her pouty face turned bright.
"There's my Lukie!"
"Hello, Lorelai. Why are you doing this?"
"I don't trust that new waitress of yours."
"She's your daughter."
"That's not the point. This is the place that doesn't have waitresses."
"Right. Well, no one else seems to mind."
"Have I ever cared what other people think?"
She has a point.
"Fine. But you'll have to move up to the counter in case I have to cook for anyone else."
"Okeedokey."
"Coffee?"
"Are you actually going to give it to me?"
"Well, your daughter has made my day rather easy, so yes, I will give you coffee."
"You mean our daughter?" she said a little too loudly, giggling.
Luke glared at Miss Patty and Taylor, who had both suddenly looked up, and just as quickly looked back to their lunches.
By this time, Lorelai was staring at Rory, who was getting Kirk some more Diet Coke, and sympathizing with him about the new town gossip.
"She's pretty good, huh? So whose idea was this?"
"Hers, and yes, she's really great. I can't believe I never hired a waitress before."
"Oh well. I still want you to serve me."
"Fine, Lorelai."
"Yay! Lukie's all mine!"
"The usual?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Okay, well, Lukie's going to go to the kitchen."
"Bye-bye, Lukie!"
"Luke, dear, what was that little scene with Lorelai earlier?" Miss Patty asked, sidling up to the counter Luke was wiping down.
"I'm not completely sure what you're talking about, Patty."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Luke. And what was that business with Rory about you being her father? And why is she working…"
"Okay, I think that's enough questions for now, Patty."
"But not nearly enough answers. Now fess up."
"Why should I tell you anything, Patty?"
"Because I care, darling."
"And because if I don't, you'll spread whatever you believe to be the truth, which of course will be pretty much the opposite of what really happened, all over Stars Hollow in record time."
"Well of course not! Whatever would make you think that?"
"The fact that you did it to that guy across the street two days ago."
"Which one?"
"John something or other. Or was it Jim…that's not important. You do know he's moving now, right?"
"Oh, poor dear. But I heard he…"
"See???"
"But those were verified facts, dear."
"By whom?"
"Well, by his neighbors, and by two of the Gilmores, and…"
"And you believe anything the two of them say?"
"Well, Mr. Gilmore, why don't you tell me why I shouldn't?"
"Ahh!!! Don't call me that!"
Miss Patty eyed him skeptically.
"Fine! You want the whole story or the abridged version?"
"Oh, deary, the whole thing!" she looked around for Rory. "But if there would be a better time…" she whispered.
"Patty, there's nothing I'm gonna say that Rory can't or hasn't heard." He looked behind him, where Rory was peeping out of the kitchen.
"She's writing a paper for school, she needed a father figure, and she asked me. It's as simple as that."
"And what about Lorelai this evening? What was that about?"
"I believe I'll field that one." Rory said, stepping out of the kitchen with a rag in her hand. "Mom doesn't like change, such as a waitress in her favorite non-waitress diner."
"But, dear, you're her daughter! And what about that Lukie stuff? I still say there's more to this than either of you are letting on. Is there something going on here I should know about?"
"No, Miss Patty, there's nothing going on. Mom's just a little girl at heart, that's all."
"But she said…"
"Patty, she said there's nothing going on."
"Well, fine then. I'll just leave you all to close up now. Oh, and Rory?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for that little tidbit about Kirk. It was marvelous, dear. And about those pictures…"
"I'll have to find them, and when I do, you'll be the first to know."
"Oh, thank you so much dear!" And with that, she walked out the door.
"There are no pictures, are there?" Luke asked pseudo-sternly.
"Nope." She answered with a smirk.
Part 5
Lukie
"Hello, ma'am, may I take your order?"
"Ahh!!! I'm being served by a sixteen year old in the one place I've always known there won't be a sixteen year old waitress! I repeat, ahh!!!! I want my Lukie!!!"
"I'm your daughter, I'm sure I am capable to serve you."
"That doesn't matter! I want Lukie!!!"
"You're making a scene, Mom."
By this time, Lorelai was already marching back to the kitchen.
"Lukie! Lukie! Where's my Lukie?"
"Mom!! Sit down! People are staring- I'll get Luke for you."
Lorelai scrunched her face up and pouted. "Lukie…"
Rory walked back to the kitchen, and over to Luke at the grill.
"Hey Luke, Mom insists she be served by you."
"What'd you do?"
"Unbelievably, nothing. She started to throw a fit when she saw you weren't serving her."
"Are you lying to me?"
"No, and you'd better get out there before people have long enough to talk."
"And what exactly will you do? I am not letting you touch the grill, let alone cook on it."
"I'll take care of everyone else, and you can serve my mom and cook."
"Your mom takes more time than that. I can't be expected to cook and serve her."
"Well, everyone else is served for now, and she can always come back here if you need to." She smirked as some new ideas entered her mind.
"Right…"
"We'll worry about what to do if it becomes a problem- now get out there! She's starting to whimper!"
"Fine."
Luke
Okay, just breathe in and out. It's not like this is the first time you've ever served Lorelai Gilmore.
But you recently came to the conclusion that you love her, making this quite different than any other time that you've served her.
But she's still the same old Lorelai.
But you're not the same old Luke.
"Hey"
Suddenly her pouty face turned bright.
"There's my Lukie!"
"Hello, Lorelai. Why are you doing this?"
"I don't trust that new waitress of yours."
"She's your daughter."
"That's not the point. This is the place that doesn't have waitresses."
"Right. Well, no one else seems to mind."
"Have I ever cared what other people think?"
She has a point.
"Fine. But you'll have to move up to the counter in case I have to cook for anyone else."
"Okeedokey."
"Coffee?"
"Are you actually going to give it to me?"
"Well, your daughter has made my day rather easy, so yes, I will give you coffee."
"You mean our daughter?" she said a little too loudly, giggling.
Luke glared at Miss Patty and Taylor, who had both suddenly looked up, and just as quickly looked back to their lunches.
By this time, Lorelai was staring at Rory, who was getting Kirk some more Diet Coke, and sympathizing with him about the new town gossip.
"She's pretty good, huh? So whose idea was this?"
"Hers, and yes, she's really great. I can't believe I never hired a waitress before."
"Oh well. I still want you to serve me."
"Fine, Lorelai."
"Yay! Lukie's all mine!"
"The usual?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Okay, well, Lukie's going to go to the kitchen."
"Bye-bye, Lukie!"
"Luke, dear, what was that little scene with Lorelai earlier?" Miss Patty asked, sidling up to the counter Luke was wiping down.
"I'm not completely sure what you're talking about, Patty."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Luke. And what was that business with Rory about you being her father? And why is she working…"
"Okay, I think that's enough questions for now, Patty."
"But not nearly enough answers. Now fess up."
"Why should I tell you anything, Patty?"
"Because I care, darling."
"And because if I don't, you'll spread whatever you believe to be the truth, which of course will be pretty much the opposite of what really happened, all over Stars Hollow in record time."
"Well of course not! Whatever would make you think that?"
"The fact that you did it to that guy across the street two days ago."
"Which one?"
"John something or other. Or was it Jim…that's not important. You do know he's moving now, right?"
"Oh, poor dear. But I heard he…"
"See???"
"But those were verified facts, dear."
"By whom?"
"Well, by his neighbors, and by two of the Gilmores, and…"
"And you believe anything the two of them say?"
"Well, Mr. Gilmore, why don't you tell me why I shouldn't?"
"Ahh!!! Don't call me that!"
Miss Patty eyed him skeptically.
"Fine! You want the whole story or the abridged version?"
"Oh, deary, the whole thing!" she looked around for Rory. "But if there would be a better time…" she whispered.
"Patty, there's nothing I'm gonna say that Rory can't or hasn't heard." He looked behind him, where Rory was peeping out of the kitchen.
"She's writing a paper for school, she needed a father figure, and she asked me. It's as simple as that."
"And what about Lorelai this evening? What was that about?"
"I believe I'll field that one." Rory said, stepping out of the kitchen with a rag in her hand. "Mom doesn't like change, such as a waitress in her favorite non-waitress diner."
"But, dear, you're her daughter! And what about that Lukie stuff? I still say there's more to this than either of you are letting on. Is there something going on here I should know about?"
"No, Miss Patty, there's nothing going on. Mom's just a little girl at heart, that's all."
"But she said…"
"Patty, she said there's nothing going on."
"Well, fine then. I'll just leave you all to close up now. Oh, and Rory?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for that little tidbit about Kirk. It was marvelous, dear. And about those pictures…"
"I'll have to find them, and when I do, you'll be the first to know."
"Oh, thank you so much dear!" And with that, she walked out the door.
"There are no pictures, are there?" Luke asked pseudo-sternly.
"Nope." She answered with a smirk.
