Author's Note: Here is the chapter I was looking most forward to writing and the chapter I know a lot of you have been waiting for and yet this one seemed to be the hardest to get right. So hopefully I got it right and you enjoy it. I still do not own Gilmore Girls.

Lorelai's POV

Aside from Rory, Luke has been the constant in my life for the last ten years. Whether I needed something fixed, a problem solved, or a shoulder to cry on Luke was the person I went to. It didn't matter if he was married or I had a boyfriend. It didn't matter if he thought I was being unreasonable, he always listened and offered a sympathetic ear.

I've never been able to pinpoint the one moment when Luke was happiest. It's not like he always walks around with a smile on his face, in fact those moments are usually few and far between. Luke usually shows happiness by giving out free coffee or letting Taylor talk for ten minutes before kicking him out of the diner.

When Luke and I first started dating he was very content. His eyes would do this thing where they shined and he'd smile and look down, almost embarrassed by the fact that he was beaming. He smiled a lot then, but the biggest smile I've ever seen Luke give came the night of May 1. I remember it well because I was actually the recipient of this mega-watt smile. Truthfully it was a small grin that turned into a smile that lead up to a small fist pump and a joyous swing around the yard. It was a sight to behold.

"So will you?" he asked me hopefully.

"Luke," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "Of course I'll marry you."

Luke gently slid the ring onto my finger and stood up slowly. His eyes had that hint of boyishness, but still burned with a passionate fire. A small grin spread across his face, which gave way to a full-fledged smile. I'm talking teeth and everything. He punched the air lightly once to convey his excitement before he swept me up in his arms and spun a circle under the chuppah. I giggled as he spun us around. I'd never seen him show so much emotion before.

"I love you," he said seriously as he set me back down. He was looking deeply in my eyes and I knew that this was right. This is what I waited my whole life to find.

"I love you too," I said. Aside from telling Rory those words rarely leave my lips, but that night I couldn't tell him enough how much I loved him and couldn't wait for our life to start. He didn't fix anything and he didn't offer a sympathetic shoulder to cry one, but that night he made me the happiest woman in Connecticut. Although he'd later argue that I made him the happiest man in Connecticut, I think it was a little bit of both.

The second moment that I think best defines Luke's happiness was when I told him I was pregnant. Don't get me wrong, he was definitely happy at our wedding, but Luke is more of a private emotions kind of guy and the wedding was just long and very public after my mother got through planning it. Although she finally got what she'd always wanted, a white Romanov wedding, albeit on a much smaller scale than she initially envisioned. At first I was against it, but there was something about getting married in the snow that appealed to me. It must have been the snow because not two months later and I found out I was pregnant. My only worry was how to tell Luke.

Luke and I hadn't talked about having kids. It was something that we both thought wouldn't happen for a while. I don't know why, but every time the topic of kids came up we'd put it off. Before we were even a couple Luke always said he didn't want kids. He hated jam hands and the noise. But, he also said that if found the right person there would be a discussion about kids. As for me, I wasn't sure. I love babies, but I wasn't sure I was ready for childhood all over again. I had to face the fact that Rory was a fluke.

So when I found out that Luke had successfully managed to knock me up without trying I was a little surprised. I was happy, but I was nervous. I was scared, but joyful. Since I was running the gamut of emotions I wasn't sure what Luke would think. I walked to the diner and tried to figure out how to tell him. Unfortunately I decided to tell him during the lunch rush.

"Hey," he smiled as I walked up the counter.

His smiling face calmed me a little as threw my purse on the counter.

"Hey yourself," I said returning his grin. He immediately grabbed a coffee cup and set it in front of me. He readied himself to pour a cup of my delicious life's blood when I put a hand over the cup.

"I'm okay," I said preventing him from pouring.

"What?" he asked. His face wore genuine concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. He still looked concerned and I could tell he didn't believe me.

"Let me get this straight," he replied. "You're here in the middle of the day. I'm about to pour you a cup of coffee without a fight and you're saying no?"

"Correct," I said with an affirming head nod.

"Luke, my eggs are a weird color," Kirk yelled from across the diner.

"Eat 'em anyway Kirk. They're fine," he called back. "Why don't you want coffee?" he asked turning his attention back to me.

"Salmonella poisoning is a very real thing Luke," Kirk called back. "I wouldn't take any chances. Where did you get these eggs anyway?"

"Ah," Luke grunted in frustration. "Hold on Kirk. We," he said looking back at me, "are not finished with this conversation."

He walked over to Kirk's table and dealt with the Salmonella eggs and the Taylor came in to harass him about a crack in the sidewalk. By the time he came back to the counter he seemed to have forgotten that we weren't finished with the coffee conversation.

"Okay, sorry," he said. "What do you want for lunch?"

"Um, can I get a club sandwich, extra ham, extra cheese, curly fries, a side of cole slaw, mozzarella sticks and a strawberry milkshake?" I asked hopefully. I suddenly realized how hungry I was.

"What's with your order today? The sandwich already comes with cole slaw," Luke said absently, yet not skipping a beat. "Since when do you like strawberry over chocolate and what do you need mozzarella sticks for?"

"I want extra cole slaw," I said. I took a small breath before I continued. "I've always liked strawberry and too much caffeine is bad for the baby since I'm eating for two and I'm in the mood for something gooey and the mozzarella sticks fit the bill."

"Luke, these new eggs have a funky smell," Kirk yelled again.

I added the baby part in the middle hoping it might soften the blow. However, I didn't realize how this could backfire. It was so busy and Luke was so absent-mindedly jotting down my order that he didn't even notice what I'd craftily added to my response.

"Fine," he said. "Club sandwich, extra ham and cheese, curly fries, mozzarella sticks, extra cole slaw and a strawberry shake," he said before he yelled, "Kirk just eat the damn eggs!"

I was shocked as I watched Luke walk away and tend to other customers. Either he hadn't heard what I said or he was ignoring it hoping it would go away. I watched him as he took plates to Babette's table, he continued to fight with Kirk over the eggs and he generally tidied up the diner while I sat watching him, wondering if he'd hear me at all.

Luke came out of the kitchen with my lunch. Three plates and a milkshakes glass all balanced steadily in his arms. He set them down in front of me.

"Sandwich, fries, mozzarella sticks, milk shake and extra cole slaw," he said as if he was sickened by the thought of the artery-clogging lunch I was about to inhale.

Luke smiled slightly and turned to walk away. I was just about to take a bit of my sandwich when Luke abruptly turned around and walked around the corner. He placed a hand on my arm and said,"Can you come here for a minute," he asked.

I followed him willingly around the counter and into the kitchen.

"Did you just say you were eating for two?" he asked. His face had lost most of its color.

"Hello, Mr. Delayed Reaction," I sighed, relieved that he had heard me after all. "Jeez, you could've acknowledged what I said about 10 minutes ago."

"You're eating for two because you're having a baby," he continued.

"Yes," I replied. "I found out this morning and I know we didn't talk about having kids and this must be a huge shock-"

"We're having a baby?" Luke cut me off.

"Yes, and I know it must be a shock because I was shocked when they told me. It's not like we were planning or even trying to-"

"We're," he said waving his finger in the air between us, "we're having a baby?"

"Yes," I said quietly. It was obvious he wasn't thrilled with the news. I remember thinking that this should have been one of the happiest moments of my life.

"You're going to have my baby," he said as if he couldn't wrap his mind around the concept.

"No, I'm having Steven Tyler's baby, but it kind of grosses Rory out so I was thinking maybe you could just raise it as your own," I said sarcastically.

He just gave me a look. "I'm sorry, but this is...I wasn't expecting...we're having a baby," he said in a tone that finally meant he wasn't asking the question, but rather acknowledging this news as fact.

"Yes," I said dumbly. "We're having a baby."

All of a sudden he walked quickly forward. I wasn't sure if he was about to hug me or run outside to play in traffic. When he breezed passed me I figured the traffic scenario was about to play out. I quickly followed him as he bolted through the kitchen into the diner. I followed him and watched as he walked behind the counter and picked up a stack of plates.

"Lane," he called. "Here, plates for everybody. Everybody gets pie today."

"Pie?" she asked.

"Free pie for everybody all day," Luke called as he frantically cut pieces of his awful peach pie and passed out plates.

"What's with the free pie sweetie?" Babette called out.

"Nothing, it's just a good day that's all," Luke said as he passed me and gave out pie.

Once again, almost as if it just dawned on him he gave Kirk his pie and walked back over in direction. He ushered back behind the curtain again and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" Luke said. Before I could answer he leaned in and placed his lips firmly and passionate on mine. He pulled back and smiled.

"Then this is good then?" I asked just making sure I was certain of his happiness.

"This is great," he smiled. "Unexpected and scary, but it's great," he said sincerely.

"So you're happy?" I said trying to fight back tears. 'Damn hormones,' I thought.

"Yes," Luke said enthusiastically. "Are you?"

Instead of answering like a sane person I began to cry. Luke pulled me close to him and buried my head in his strong shoulder. The shoulder that had been my rock when I needed help, my soft landing when I had come crashing to the ground.

"Lorelai?" he whispered tentatively. He very rarely said my name and when he did it sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm fine," I said pulling back and wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand. "I'm just so happy you're happy. I thought maybe you might not be. We never discussed this and it's gonna be a huge change," I explained. "You don't even like kids most of the time."

"I know," he said. "I can't really explain it, but when it dawned on me that you said you were pregnant I was scared, but part of me was really excited. It's gonna be a little you and a little me, hopefully with your looks and my eating habits," he tried to joke.

"So you're happy?" I asked.

"The happiest man in the world," he replied.

"Even happier than when the Yankees win the World Series?" I asked.

"Happier than when the Yankees win the World Series, happier than when Kirk doesn't send his food back and happier than when Taylor goes on his annual week vacation," he said.

"Wow, you are happy," I grinned. Luke nodded his head shyly.

"I'm happy too," I said pressing my forehead to his and looking him in the eye. That was when I saw it. That gleam in his eye that radiated from within with more happiness than I'd seen. After all he'd done for me I was glad I was able to give him this moment of unbridled joy.

TBC

Stay tuned to find out why everyone is thinking about Luke! :)