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Luke scowled in his bed as his thoughts floated towards the girl occupying Liz's bed that night. She was pretty, but not that pretty.
Like it mattered, anyway.
So she looks like Elizabeth Taylor in a way.
Natalie Wood was so much hotter.
Right.
And I look like Sally Jesse.
With a growl, he heaved himself off the bed and trudged out towards the kitchen. He took out a glass and opened the fridge to get some milk.
"Growing young boy? Aren't you past puberty yet?" a voice suddenly said, scaring the bejesus out of him.
"AUGH!" Luke yelped, clutching his heart.
Oh, God. I think my heart stopped working.
"What… uh, what are you doing still up?" he asked as his heart returned to normal.
"I couldn't sleep," she replied. Then she pointed to her stomach, "this guy wouldn't give me any."
Luke's eyes traveled down to the direction of her index finger.
Right.
"Do you want anything?" he said softly, not knowing what to say.
"I'd kill for some coffee."
"I don't think that's a good idea, with you being…" he gestured to his own stomach in a spherical way.
Lorelai looked down and frowned, "You're right," she said. "Wait 'till this sucker comes out; I'll be drinking coffee by the gallon every day."
Luke made a face at that retort.
"What?" she asked when she saw him prune up.
"Coffee in that huge amount is just like eating red meat by the truckload. Ugh."
"Mmm, burgers."
Oh, gross. I can feel my arteries clog just hearing about all this.
"Hey, Luke, would you happen to have any ice cream?"
"Yes."
"Bananas?"
"Yes."
"Ketchup?"
"Yes." Luke thought for a moment. "Ew."
"I'm pregnant, shut up."
I will never understand girls. Ever.
Luke furrowed his brows and gathered the stuff around the kitchen. He accidentally brushed against Lorelai which made her tip over with her weight.
When he turned to catch her, her leg inadvertently kicked up, making them look like a pair of ballroom dancers doing a dip.
With his face so close to Lorelai, Luke suddenly felt nervous. Then he heard a small snort come from her. Luke couldn't help but grin.
"Do you want to watch some TV?" he asked as he pulled her back up to a standing position.
Lorelai gave him a sly smirk and nodded. She took the bananas, three heaping scoops of ice cream, and the bottle of Heinz's ketchup, then ventured out towards the living room, leaving Luke with an amused grin and a dripping spoon of ice cream.
***
Luke woke up the next day, on the couch with his arm protectively around Lorelai and his foot propped up comfortably on the coffee table.
This was nice.
Then he saw his father's laughing gaze focus on him as he came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee.
"Morning, Luke."
Damn. I can just SEE him laughing his head off at this.
"Dad…"
His old eyes twinkled, "Oh, no need to explain, my boy. Just remember, she's sixteen, and you have—"
He was cut off as Lorelai slowly groaned awake, pushing herself deeper into Luke's embrace.
Oh, man.
"You have to go to school, Luke. And I have to get to work." his dad said. Then they both glanced at Lorelai, who was twirling circles on Luke's chest as she slept.
"What do we do with her?"
***
"What? Of course, it's all right to leave her with us!" Mrs. St. James exclaimed happily as she led the three of them into the house.
"Sookie will be home in a while, so it's no problem."
"Thanks so much for doing this, Lucy," Mr. Danes said gently.
"Yeah, Mrs. St. James, we'll owe you a lot for this," Luke said with a brusque nod.
"Sure, just ship me off like I'm in some barter trade. I'm totally fine with being a piece of fish. No problem at all," Lorelai said in a slightly hurt tone.
"Now, Lorelai, don't look at it like that. We need to work," Mr. Danes gave Luke a slight nod, "and study. We're just doing this for you. Sookie's a… ah…" he trailed off, not really knowing how to describe Sookie St. James.
"She's a cheerful girl, Lorelai. You'll get along so well," Mrs. St. James clasped her hands and smiled.
***
"Dad, I'm kind of worried about her…" Luke suddenly said while he drove his dad to the store.
"Why?"
"Well, Sookie's the number one patient in the local ER. They have pictures of her on their bulletin board from the last time she fell off her tree house. She's in their fire hazard brochure."
"Lorelai will be fine."
"And she's pregnant, too."
"Lorelai can handle it."
"Dad…"
"Luke, she's going to be fine."
They reached William's Hardware after a while. William Danes raised his eyebrows at his son and smiled.
"I'll see you after school, Luke."
Okay, I just left a pregnant girl in the clutches of a walking biohazard, I'm late for school, and my dad's giving me the "I know something you don't know" look like he was seven.
This is creepy, to say the least.
"I'll be here at three. Don't touch the paint buckets. I'll move them for you later, okay?"
The old man nodded and got out of the car. But before he closed the door, he said, "Say hi to Rachael for me," and shut the door on Luke's surprised face.
Oh, my good Lord. Rachael. The love of my life. Rachael.
Luke waited for his dad to enter the store before letting out a long string of curses at himself for forgetting all about his girlfriend.
