Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. Sorry this vignette is kinda short, but I think it serves it's purpose. I don't own Gilmore Girls. They are the property of ASP and the WB. Watch the Frog.

Babette's POV

It's the little things that make a relationship work. I know from experience. Morrie has stuck it out with me through the good times and the bad and it's always the little things that make me smile. Luke has always felt that way about Lorelai. What other man would drop everything to fix a broken window or clogged gutter? They weren't even together at the time, but everyone knew how he felt.

Love isn't never having to say you're sorry. Love is dragging your butt outta bed at 3 in the morning to fix someone's heat in the dead of winter. Love is dragging a mattress from here to Hartford and back even when you don't want to. That's the kind of love Luke's always had for Lorelai.

I can remember one day, early in their relationship, when I was outside with Apricot. I was sittin' on the porch in the shade and I saw Luke leave Lorelai's house. I was gonna say hi, but for some reason I thought better of it so I sat and watched instead. I was hidden by the tree and besides, they were so wrapped up in each other I don't think they would've noticed me anyway.

Lorelai dashed after him and placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him. He turned and his face...pure joy. I never remember Luke being so happy. I thought it was great. It wasn't that he had been unhappy his whole life because that wasn't the case. He had been happy with Rachel and somewhere along the line he must have been happy with that lawyer lady, but this was different. This was happy and content. This was the cherry on top of the sundae.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but if I had to put money on it I'd say it was something pretty dirty. I think it must've been because even though I was far away I could see both of them blush through their smiles. And then Luke leaned in and kissed her. It was a sight to see. Luke Danes kissing, not just anyone, but Lorelai, outside in full view. That's when I knew he was gone.

Let me just add that this kiss was not a peck on the lips. This kiss was...well let's just say that after witnessing their goodbye I wandered off to find Morrie and I gave him the best morning he's had in years. Was that an over share? Sorry dumplins'.

Anyway it wasn't the kiss that showed the little things count. After they came up for air Lorelai was looking a little disheveled. But who could blame her? Luke is one fine specimen of man. So I kept watching them and Luke ran his finger over her ear and tucked her hair behind it in one sweet movement. Then, as she was straightening touched the collar of her shirt, which was askew and he flipped it down gently, straightening her necklace as he pulled hand away. He gave her one last peck on the forehead before he climbed into his truck and drove home.

Now to the casual observer this wouldn't have amounted to much, but Patty and I are anything but casual observers. I wouldn't have been a good friend if I didn't use my prime real estate position to study Luke and Lorelai's new relationship. Patty and the rest of the town were grateful. Like I told Luke once before, location, location, location.

A few days later Luke was leaving for work again and Lorelai followed him outside. They murmured their good-byes and kissed each other goodbye and once again Luke made sure that Lorelai's hair was tucked behind her ear and that her shirt and necklace were straightened. This same ritual occurred every time I happened to catch them saying their good-byes each morning.

The way I see it, it's not the grand gestures—the flowers and candy, the rose petals on the bed—it's the little things like making sure that the people you love are taken care of. That makes a relationship and Luke proved that he had that in spades.