A/N: I'm sorry guys. I really want to apologize for the quality of my chapters. I suddenly lost sight of why Lorelai won't be with Luke...I still am kinda lost. I'm pretty sure it's because she's certain he hates her and only wants to be with her for the baby. I don't know if that was clear. It wasn't to me. I really want to rewrite some of my previous chapters, but right now I'm writing on paper (When I wrote this whole thing) and all of my story is on my sister's computer. It's also 11:00pm right now (I should go to bed. Or do my homework. School tomorrow. Leck! : ( ) and I'm not allowed to do anything involving technology (excluding tv) after nine. So, again, I apologize.

The first draft of this chapter was written during 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th period today (the 15th). It sucked. Lorelai was being a bitch for no reason. It was horrible, so I'm rewriting it.

A/N 2: I don't know what people do when they go to the doctors for a pregnancy test, so I made it up.

A/N 3: I don't know if you guys understood this, but Lorelai wanted custody of the baby because it would be one of the only things she would have left from Luke. She decided to be selfish for once. She can't be with Luke because she'd be living a lie. She would be so distracted by Luke and his 'hate' for her that she wouldn't be a good mother. Just hoped to clear things up.

A/N 4: Sorry for all the author's notes and how long they always are!

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Chapter Five: The Baby Boom

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Luke stood uneasily on the front porch of Lorelai's house. He hadn't rung the bell yet, mostly because he had to gather his nerves. He hadn't seen Lorelai in two weeks, when she had told him about her pregnancy. Since then he had somehow wrapped his mind around it. He thought that maybe she would open up and talk to him. He no longer wished she would apologize. He only wished she would speak to him. He hoped that maybe if he came over that she would finally admit that she loved him, like Rory said she did.

He was almost certain how he felt about the baby. He would love it with all of his heart. He couldn't wait to see the child that would no doubt inherit their mother's looks and personality. He couldn't wait to hold them, cuddle them, tell them bedtime stories. He wished desperately that he and Lorelai could love the child together, but the outlook seemed grim.

Luke sighed, reaching forward and pressing the doorbell. He heard scurrying inside.

"Hold on!" she called.

She was scared to see him. She wanted to see him. She wanted to hug him, kiss him. But he obviously didn't want to be with her because he loved her. Only for their child. Which was wonderful. But she wouldn't be with him just for their kid. She had known it wouldn't have worked with Christopher and she knew it wouldn't work with Luke.

Lorelai pulled on her shoes as she trotted to the door and then opened it slowly.

"Ready to leave?" Luke asked quietly. Lorelai nodded, grabbing her purse.

The drive to Hartford was long and full of traffic and the air inside the truck was tense and uncomfortable. They reached the hospital just in time for the appointment and were called in just a moment after they checked in.

The young doctor was beautiful with curly red hair. She led them to a small room where she gave Lorelai a pregnancy test.

"You can take this and then we'll take an ultra sound. I'm going to check up on another patient, but I'll be back."

She left the room, Lorelai following her down the hall to the bathroom. When Lorelai re-entered the room, Luke was sitting on the edge of the bed. She sat next to him, about a foot of space between them. She placed the test on the cushion and Luke picked it up.

"There's a blue line. That means..."

"I'm pregnant."

Luke stared at the test for a minute before putting it back down between them. He should have expected the blue line, but he still felt his stomach churn at the test.

Lorelai felt tears well up in her eyes. It felt awkward to have him sitting next to her. She would never get over him.

The doctor came back in during their silence, smiling gaily.

"So, the test?"

"Pregnant as ever," Lorelai commented dryly, giving the test to the doctor.

"Wonderful. If you could take your pants off, get into the bed, and lift up your shirt, that would be great."

Luke felt embarrassed and turned away, thinking Lorelai would not want him to watch her.

Lorelai, on the other hand, felt her throat tighten when he turned away. He hates me so much he can't even look at me.

After Lorelai was settled in the bed, with Luke again next to her, and her slightly and barely noticeable swelling stomach was revealed, the young doctor smothered a yellow gel across her skin.

Lorelai frowned. "Cause that's not gross."

"It looks like Vaseline," Luke mentioned.

"Yuck."

The redhead began sliding a small scanner across Lorelai's stomach. When the screen turned blue, and the insides of Lorelai's uterus were revealed, Luke grabbed Lorelai's hand in nervous anticipation. Before they saw their baby on the screen, Lorelai did not squeeze his hand back and instead left it limp. But once the doctor pointed to the tiny, hard to find, peanut shaped form amongst the blue and black, Lorelai grasped his hand and laid her other on top of their intertwined fingers. They leaned forward together, amazed.

"Seems like you're almost ten weeks along. If you want, we can tell you the date you got pregnant."

Both nodded, distracted.

Luke was dumbfounded. This tiny little thing was his kid. He suddenly loved Lorelai even more, if possible, and the child even more, if possible.

Lorelai felt pure happiness course through her. This child was hers and Luke's. Luke helped make this baby inside of her and she was eager to see what traits the child would get.

Luke hugged her suddenly and she hugged him back. And then he kissed her cheek and held her close.

"That's our baby..." she whispered.

Luke nodded. "That's our baby," he agreed.

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The truck ride home was immediately as tense and uncomfortable as the truck ride there. They had been told that Lorelai had gotten pregnant on the fifth of October and that she was due on the twenty eighth of June.

The fifth of October. The first time they had made love, right after the perfect first date and the most romantic thing in the universe. The horoscope.

Lorelai crushed the picture of their baby's ultra sound to her chest, remembering that night.

"I'm all in."

Lorelai pursed her lips in attempt not to cry. He wasn't all in any more.

Lorelai had completely snapped out of her happy mood. How could she have been happy? She would go home alone, fall asleep alone, wake up alone, maybe stay up all night unable to sleep alone, and throw up on her own. The baby was all he cared about.

Luke walked her to he door, but for the most part she ignored him. She unlocked her door and went in.

"Lorelai," Luke said quietly, but she closed the door in his face. He pulled out the cell phone that he had bought to call her and her only. He dialed her home phone number, which he knew by heart, and waited somewhat impatiently for her to answer.

"Hello?" came her tired greeting.

"What the hell was that, Lorelai? I wanted to talk to you."

"Well, I didn't want to talk to you. I want you to leave me alone. The next appointment isn't for another month or so. Maybe I'll call you then, if I remember." She hung up on him, her voice sounding choked up.

Lorelai let a single tear slide down her cheek before furiously wiping her eyes. She went to the kitchen and pulled out celery and ranch dressing and went to the couch to wallow.

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Lorelai woke up later that day to the doorbell ringing repeatedly.

"Hold on!" she called out in irritation. She stood, spilling the remaining celery and cursing under her breath. She trudged to the door and pulled it open, prepared to death glare the person to their doom. But it was sweet, little Babette, who was born to visit often.

"Babette."

The little woman looked pained and almost frantic. Her tiny, golden curls bobbed around her head as she looked curiously around and behind her.

"Babette?" Lorelai repeated.

"I gotta come in, Sweetie," Babette said distractedly, pushing past Lorelai.

"You okay, Babette? Nothing happened to Morey or Apricot?"

"Oh, no. Those kids are fine. Close the door, Hun. We gotta talk."

"What's the mater Babette?" Lorelai asked after closing the door.

"Luke's leaving!" Babette suddenly burst out. "He closed up the diner and started packing his stuff!"

"What?!" Lorelai asked in amazement. She leaned against the wall, but Babette pulled her to the couch, where she sat again. Lorelai stared up at the little woman. "He's leaving!"

"Yeah! No one can believe it!" Babette sat next to Lorelai then, abruptly calm. She laid her hand on Lorelai's leg. "Now, doll, tell me what happened between the two of you."

Lorelai usually wouldn't have given the little gossiper information from her own mouth, but something made her talk.

"I don't know. Christopher got kicked out of Sherri's place and came here. He...needed a lot of attention, so I had to cancel a lot of mine and Luke's dates. Then Chris made a move on me and---"

"Rory's father mad a move on you? Didn't he know you were with Luke?"

"I...I never told him."

"Ah, Lorelai..."

"I went to tell Luke a couple of potentially good things and he flipped out. He thought I was cheating on him with Chris and we got into this huge fight and broke up. I love him, Babette." Tears sprang to Lorelai's eyes and she covered her mouth as if that would stop the tears.

"Oh, babe!" Babette exclaimed sadly, wrapping her pudgy arms around Lorelai. "He's moving, leaving, just like he promised he would! Remember?"

Lorelai nodded and spat out between her hiccups, "The Town Meeting."

"He promised he'd leave if you love birds ever broke up. He's staying true to his word. Ah, that man!" They were silent a moment until Babette asked softly, "What were you going to tell him?"

"That...that I love him and...and I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant?!" Babette's little eyes widened, bugging out. "You better go tell him!"

"He knows! I had a doctor's appointment today. He came with me." Lorelai picked the small picture of the ultra sound up off of the ground and handed it to her friend.

"Oh, I can see the tiny thing, right there." Babette pointed, smiling happily. "She'll be beautiful."

"She?"

"It has to be a girl. Luke needs more women's touches in his life." Babette placed the picture on the coffee table and looked back at Lorelai. "You gotta tell him how much you love him."

"I...I don't think he'll listen... He hates me."

"Lorelai, honey, Luke could never hate you. He can get mad at you, but never hate you. He loves you more than anything."

"How do you know?"

"He always has. I can see it in the way he looks at you, talks about you, talks to you. He has a smile saved just for you that I've only seen him flash when you're around. The way he smiles after you leave the room, forgetting for a moment that everyone's watching him. I may be old, darlin', but I'm watchful. It's magical, really. I've noticed for the past few weeks that he seemed much older than he really is. He's seemed hopeless. He had two perfect opportunities to fight with Taylor and he just let it slide. It was amazing. He burnt half the food he tried to make and every time someone mentioned you, he kicked that person out. You don't realize, Lorelai, that that man has loved you since the day you two met." Lorelai sat staring at the little woman, amazed at how honest and uplifting she had spoken. Usually all that came from her mouth was gossip. Babette wrinkled her nose in thought. "I got a plan, Lorelai. You go doll yourself up and I'll stop Luke from leaving long enough for you to tell him."

Lorelai smiled, her tears dried.

"Thank you Babette."

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Yay! I liked this chapter. It was hard to type (I keep missing keys and misspelling stuff. Argh) and I got bored. Gilmore Girls is on in 32 minutes and I'm super excited. My mom always seems to get dinner right when GG starts so during commercials I'm sprinting down the stairs (my VCR is in my room) and stuffing my face, and then running back up the stairs. Sigh. I really love Babette. She is so cute and lovable. I like her better with those lil' curls than straight hair so I gave her curls. Wee. Please, review. I may ask for fifty or fifty-five reviews before posting next chapter. I liked the quality of this chapter. Enjoy!

PS, ha! I love when Babette says 'father', so I had to put it in there. Anyway.