AN: I think I forgot to mention this last time, but the WB owns anything
you recognize. Don't sue me. Ya dig?
2. This one's your son. (About 1-½ years later)
Luke laughed when he walked into their bedroom. Lorelai couldn't sleep on her stomach anymore, and she'd been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable.
When he walked in, their blanket was on the floor, half of the sheet was bunched up and twisted around her right leg, and she had one arm resting across her eyes. Her other hand rested protectively across her stomach, and her right knee was bent outward with her foot resting by her left knee so she kind of looked like a ballerina.
She woke up as he crawled into bed. He locked his hand with hers over he stomach, and propped himself up on his elbow. "How'd it go today?" he asked.
"Fine," she said rather coldly.
"I'm really sorry I wasn't there. It's just that Caesar is sick and..."
"And Lane's on tour, I know. It's all Rory talks about. Besides, I think Rory had fun. She got to hear the heartbeats and see them on the screen and..."
"And everything I would've done had I been there. Are you sure you're not mad? I offered to close down the diner for a few hours..."
"I know. It's just that..."
"Just that what?"
"I shouldn't have to tell you to shut down the diner. You should do it even if I tell you not to. Women never really mean what they say. Didn't you ever watch Friends?"
"No. I'm not a mind reader, Lorelai."
"I guess you aren't, are you. Darn it." Lorelai's pregnancy-induced mood swing was over. "Give me your hand," she demanded. She placed it over her lower left abdomen. "Right here," she pushed his hand down a little, "Is your son. And over here," she moved his hand up and to the right, "here is your daughter."
Luke leaned over and kissed the first spot, saying, "Goodnight, Nathan. Goodnight, Natalie."
Lorelai laughed. "So that's what they're called today?"
"Well it's either that or Frank and Frances."
"If you even think about naming my children anything that starts with an 'F' I'll hurt you."
"Franco and Francesca."
"Don't listen to him, guys. Daddy doesn't mean it."
"Ferdinand and Freesia."
Lorelai slapped him. "Go to sleep," she ordered.
"Fine. Goodnight, kids. Goodnight, Lorelai."
"Goodnight, Luke."
Luke tried to fall asleep, but Lorelai kept turning over and over. Finally, she sat up and declared in frustration, "I'd forgotten how impossible it is to sleep during the third trimester."
Laughing, Luke pulled her into his arms to make her comfortable. He fell asleep smiling, and made a mental not to rent the first season of Friends on DVD.
2. This one's your son. (About 1-½ years later)
Luke laughed when he walked into their bedroom. Lorelai couldn't sleep on her stomach anymore, and she'd been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable.
When he walked in, their blanket was on the floor, half of the sheet was bunched up and twisted around her right leg, and she had one arm resting across her eyes. Her other hand rested protectively across her stomach, and her right knee was bent outward with her foot resting by her left knee so she kind of looked like a ballerina.
She woke up as he crawled into bed. He locked his hand with hers over he stomach, and propped himself up on his elbow. "How'd it go today?" he asked.
"Fine," she said rather coldly.
"I'm really sorry I wasn't there. It's just that Caesar is sick and..."
"And Lane's on tour, I know. It's all Rory talks about. Besides, I think Rory had fun. She got to hear the heartbeats and see them on the screen and..."
"And everything I would've done had I been there. Are you sure you're not mad? I offered to close down the diner for a few hours..."
"I know. It's just that..."
"Just that what?"
"I shouldn't have to tell you to shut down the diner. You should do it even if I tell you not to. Women never really mean what they say. Didn't you ever watch Friends?"
"No. I'm not a mind reader, Lorelai."
"I guess you aren't, are you. Darn it." Lorelai's pregnancy-induced mood swing was over. "Give me your hand," she demanded. She placed it over her lower left abdomen. "Right here," she pushed his hand down a little, "Is your son. And over here," she moved his hand up and to the right, "here is your daughter."
Luke leaned over and kissed the first spot, saying, "Goodnight, Nathan. Goodnight, Natalie."
Lorelai laughed. "So that's what they're called today?"
"Well it's either that or Frank and Frances."
"If you even think about naming my children anything that starts with an 'F' I'll hurt you."
"Franco and Francesca."
"Don't listen to him, guys. Daddy doesn't mean it."
"Ferdinand and Freesia."
Lorelai slapped him. "Go to sleep," she ordered.
"Fine. Goodnight, kids. Goodnight, Lorelai."
"Goodnight, Luke."
Luke tried to fall asleep, but Lorelai kept turning over and over. Finally, she sat up and declared in frustration, "I'd forgotten how impossible it is to sleep during the third trimester."
Laughing, Luke pulled her into his arms to make her comfortable. He fell asleep smiling, and made a mental not to rent the first season of Friends on DVD.