Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls is owned by Amy Sherman-Palladino, Warner Bros., and all those other rich, smart people.

A/N: Sorry for the gap between the last update and this final one. My stupid real life got in the way, and I really didn't have the time or energy to finish this up. But now I am.

So, this is the final chapter. It's been fun, and I've had a good time writing it, and I hope you guys enjoyed it. It's totally gonna be AU really soon, since the fifth season of GG started again, so events are gonna be handled differently from how I made them in the story.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys have been wicked awesome, and I just can't explain how much I appreciate the positive feedback.

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"Tell me a story," Lorelai whined from her position on the hospital bed.

Luke sighed and finally stopped pacing to take a seat in the chair beside her bed. Getting to the hospital had been pretty simple, and nothing major had happened yet except for a few contractions. Lorelai still needed to get to ten centimeters, and she was barely at eight. Luke was now focusing on not freaking out over the fact that he was in a hospital.

Now wanting to deny his wife anything at this moment, and knowing that telling some sort of story would be better than pacing nervously and fearing his child would somehow come out deformed, Luke blew out a breath and looked at her. "Like what?"

"Like...something! I don't know, you should be prepared! Y'know, always have a story ready if your wife is in labor!" Lorelai said this as if it were obvious.

"Right," Luke agreed slowly. "A story, alright...uh, fiction or non-fiction?"

"Surprise me."

"Okay," Luke said, trying to think of a story that wouldn't require much creativity. "So, once upon a time, there was a girl."

Lorelai blinked. "That's it? That story sucks."

Luke gave her a look. "I was thinking."

"Oh," she said, shifting uncomfortably in the bed. "Well, continue."

"For someone who's in labor, you sure don't give the attitude a rest." Lorelai mock-glared at her husband and stuck her tongue out at him.

"So there was this girl," he began again, trying to think. Luke glanced in Lorelai's direction, and smiled slightly. "She was beautiful. She had breath-taking looks, but what was most amazing about her appearance were her eyes. People couldn't help but gaze into her incredible blue eyes."

Luke noticed Lorelai smirk, and he knew that she knew exactly who he was getting inspiration from. "So the girl grew up, but she wasn't happy. Sure, everyone loved her, but no one really saw her for her personality; they all only saw the outer beauty. Then one day, the girl met a boy."

He sounded sappy, like one of those story-tellers you'd see reading to small children in the library, and he knew it. The door opened beside them and Rory entered.

"Hey," she said quietly, noticing that she had entered in the middle of something. "Greg is just making some calls," she informed them. "Am I interrupting?"

"Luke was just telling me a story," Lorelai replied. "Come, sit here with mommy." She indicated a small portion of the bed, and Rory sat down. Both Gilmore's looked at Luke.

"Ah, geez," he said. "Do I really have to go on with all this mushy crap when Rory's here?"

"Yes," Lorelai said.

"I want to hear the story." Rory smiled at her step-father.

"Fine," Luke agreed, having never been able to deny these Gilmore girls anything. "So, right, the girl met a boy," he continued, back into his 'speaker' mode. "But things seemed to go too fast between them, and before the girl knew it, she was leaving her home with a baby to take care of."

"Ah, this story sounds so familiar, I think I've heard this one," Lorelai said mockingly, but Luke saw her eyes sparkle.

"Just let me get on with the damn story," Luke said, then cleared his throat as Rory chuckled. "So she and her baby traveled for miles and miles, until they came upon a town, and decided they'd live there. So the girl got a job at the local inn, and then decided to explore the town. She and her little daughter met all the crazy, uh, friendly, people who resided in the tiny town, including the restaurant owner, who was a guy not much older than the girl-"

"3 years," Lorelei 'coughed', but still smiled at him adoringly.

"-and the guy knew the moment he saw the girl that he wanted to get to know her. So the years went by, and the girl grew into a women, and the baby grew into a young adult, and the restaurant owner aged himself, and watched these events take place, and was there for a lot of it. And the man and the women formed a great friendship-"

"Hey, I'm sure the daughter had a friendship of her own in there," Rory pointed out accusingly.

Luke rolled his eyes. "So they all had friendships between themselves, and after years and years of different obstacles, the man and the women got their acts together and began dating, and the daughter was off at college beginning her future, and found herself a nice gentleman."

Lorelai looked at him "Is that it? There's no 'happily ever after'?"

"Fine," Luke grumbled. "The man and woman got married and had a baby, the daughter got engaged, and they all lived happily ever after in their own unique way."

Rory nodded. "I liked that story. I think Luke's been stealing from somewhere else, though." She winked at him.

"Great, so there's your story," Luke said to his wife.

"Thank you," she replied. "Ow!" she yelped out, and Luke jumped out of his chair at the same time Rory jumped up from her spot beside her mother.

"Ah, holy hell this hurts like a bitch!" Lorelai yelled out as Luke took her hand and rubbed her shoulder.

Doctor Grace entered, and approached Lorelai as Rory backed up to the door. "Painful?"she asked. Lorelai nodded. "Well, let's have a look," she said.

"I'm gonna go check on Greg," Rory said quietly. "Good luck," she mouthed to Luke as Dr. Grace examined Lorelai.

"Alright," the doctor said as she checked her chart and removed her gloves. "Let's get you to delivery."

"R-r-really?" Luke stuttered, not caring that he sounded like a 12-year-old boy.

"Yup," she confirmed, smiling at the couple.

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Luke silently cursed whoever had thought up the Lamaze breathing technique. It definitely wasn't helping right now.

"Okay, just uh, keep breathing," Luke said as Lorelai squeezed the life out of his hand.

"Yeah, I've been told it helps keep you alive," she panted, then let out a yell and crushed Luke's hand further.

"Alright, I'm seeing a head, just keep pushing," Dr. Grace said positively.

Luke thought he could faint at those words. "Just, kill my hand if you have to," he told his wife.

"I just might do that," Lorelai said in between pushes. "I think it hurts more now than it did when I was sixteen! Some sort of evil concept 'They' thought of in the past twenty-two years to put women through even more pain!"

Wanting to laugh, but not daring to, Luke just nodded and kept supporting her. "It'll all be over soon," he soothed, hoping that was the correct thing to say.

Honestly, since he had never really done this before, except for when Jess was born and he was in the delivery room up until the very end, he had no idea what to do. This was his child coming into the world. Well, his and Lorelai's. It didn't even matter anymore that he couldn't feel his hand.

"One more push!" the nurse helping Dr. Grace announced, and Luke dared to take a glance and was almost disgusted at the sight, and yet he also felt indescribably overjoyed.

"Easy for her to say," Lorelai mumbled through tears and sweat, and pushed one more time.

My hand is definitely never getting the feeling back, was Luke's first thought when Lorelai released her tight grip on his hand. But that was quickly thrown out of his mind when he heard the cries of a newborn baby, who was currently in the doctor's arms.

"It's a boy," she said to them, grinning, and Luke felt the tears that had been forming in his eyes fall down his cheeks. He hadn't cried since his and Lorelai's wedding.

"A boy," Lorelai whispered, falling back against the pillows. Luke kissed her forehead, and watched as they cleaned up his son.

His son, he repeated in his head. "We did that," he said quietly.

"Yeah," Lorelai agreed, smiling.

"Here's your son," the nurse said as she handed the newborn to Lorelai. Luke hovered over the two, taking in the baby's appearance.

He was small, of course, babies usually are. His skin was pink, and his features were tiny, and when he opened his eyes, Luke knew that this boy would have his and Lorelai's blue eyes. Sure, almost all babies are born with blue eyes, but Luke was positive that not many newborns had the intense colored blue eyes that his son did.

"Little William Richard Danes," Lorelai whispered to the tiny person in her arms. She glanced up at Luke.

"I love you," Luke said, and kissed her.

Lorelai absolutely beamed. "I love you, too." They both looked back at William. "And I think I can speak for both of us, when I say we love you too," she said to baby. "Do you want to hold him?"

Luke didn't know why she even bothered asking. "Of course," he replied, and gently took William in his arms, cradling his son and crying openly. He didn't care if he wasn't acting like the Luke Danes everyone knew: gruff, short-tempered with no patience, who definitely didn't cry in front of people. He loved this child more than anything he'd loved before, except Lorelai.

"So, does he have a name yet?" the nurse who had been there the whole time asked with a smile.

"It's William Richard Danes," Lorelai responded, still not taking her eyes off her son. Luke had to admit, he couldn't either.

"Alright, William Richard Danes, born on August 2nd, 2007, at 8:31 P.M.," the nurse said out loud as she wrote the information down on a piece of paper.

"I'm gonna go tell everyone," Luke said, and kissed his wife on the head once more, then kissed William's head also.

"Luke!" Rory yelled as he entered the hallway to find his step-daughter, future son-in-law, and mother-in-law all outside waiting.

"Well?" Emily asked eagerly.

Luke cracked a grin. "It's a boy," he said.

Rory let out a shriek and hugged Luke, then Emily, and then finally Greg. Emily wiped away the stray tears from her cheeks, and hugged Luke also. Greg shook the older man's hand.

"Congratulations," the young man said as Rory bounced on her feet.

"Can we see?" she asked quickly, her eyes bright.

"Sure," Luke replied, and led them into the room, where Lorelai was still lying with William. She looked up when the others entered and smiled at them. Rory approached slowly as Luke trailed behind her, and Emily and Greg inched in also.

"Meet your baby brother," Lorelai said to Rory.

"He's so..." Rory looked lost for words, and just stared in awe at her sibling. "He's perfect," she decided, now also letting the tears out, and accepting him when Lorelai asked if she wanted to hold him.

Emily came up to her two grandchildren. "He's beautiful," she choked out, and hugged her daughter.

Greg stood beside his fiancée and made faces at William. "Don't get any ideas," Luke said roughly to the young couple, only half-kidding. He had always been wary of how natural his little Rory looked with children. The two chuckled.

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"That was quite the welcoming for the newest member of Stars Hollow," Lorelai said as she and Luke entered the quiet house, a sleeping William in her arms and Luke laden with gifts. The baby was only a week old, and had only been home for six of those seven days, and yet the town had decided to throw a little 'welcoming' party for him at the diner.

"I thought Patty and Babette were gonna try and steal him," Luke commented as he set down the gifts they- better yet, William- had received.

Lorelai bounced him. "He's had a tough day, and actually, I'd like to follow his lead and catch a nap."

"Sure, I'll put him to sleep," Luke volunteered. He had found that he loved doing this.

"Alright, thanks sweetie," Lorelai said as she yawned and passed William to Luke, then kissed her husband's cheek, then her son's forehead, and headed upstairs.

As Luke carried William into his room, changed him, and put his pajama's on him, he reflected on how great the past week had been. He couldn't even believe how much he loved this baby; he never knew he could care so much. And the fact that Will was the product of his and Lorelai's love just made the whole experience even better. He was already dreading sending his son off to school, and his first girlfriend, and his first car. Luke also worried that his son would turn out to be like Jess: The Teen Years, but decided not to dwell on that. He wanted it to stay like this forever. Of course, he wanted to watch his son grow up, too.

Luke laid William down on his stomach, covered him with a blanket, and just stood there, watching him sleep. It was only six in the evening, but he and Lorelai had both been on a crazy schedule since bringing their son home, so they were both tired all the time. Luke found he didn't mind much, though. After everything that had happened to him in the past nine months- hell, the past three years- nothing could compare to how he felt now.

"Goodnight, Will," Luke said softly as he stroked his son's head, which only had a few stray brown hairs on it.

With one last glance, Luke clicked off the light in the room, headed through the short hallway and up the stairs to join his wife in this suddenly hard-to-find peaceful time.

But this new chaos wasn't too bad, either.

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The End

-Kate