A/N: Here's a wonderful chapter eight... This might be the last chapter, but who knows! I justify why my characters act the way they do, but sometimes it's mixed in with other stuff and you guys might miss it. Like why Luke was being a butthead. He didn't believe what Lorelai was saying. He had already convinced himself that everything was dead and gone and not gonna work that it made him mean. He wanted to believe her, but it was hard. Anyway. I really want to write a fic about Luke and their kid. Just tell me what ya want and I'll oblige (if possible). Here's number eight!

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Chapter Eight: Make Up or Break Up?

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"Lorelai!"

What the hell is she doing here? I can't believe this! She stalked me!

Instead of replying to Luke's outburst, Lorelai's cheeks blushed furiously. It wasn't his bare chest that made her flush (he was hot, no doubt), but the fact that Luke had unconsciously let go of his towel and was now very much in view.

NAKED LUKE!!! Her mind screamed gaily. Her eyes traveled down his chest and to his hips... She looked away, suddenly embarrassed, and motioned with her hand to his predicament.

He looked down, blushed, and went back into the bathroom.

Lorelai sighed. This wasn't the way this was supposed to start.

Luke came back into the bedroom a minute or two later, fully dressed. He strode over to her and stood staring down at her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She lifted her head and gazed up at him innocently, her old spirit flaring.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked sweetly.

"Lorelai," Luke warned. He took her wrist and pulled her up. "What are you doing?"

She sighed. They were standing very close. She breathed in the familiar scent of him, completely aware of his hand still clutching her wrist.

"Let me do one thing before I tell you?"

He nodded, slightly suspicious.

She lifted her free hand to his face and pulled his chin down to her. She kissed his cheek and moved to back away, but his lips captured hers in an intense kiss.

"Let me speak," she said, breathless. She turned him around and pushed him into a sitting position on the bed. "I have come to state my case," she said matter-of-factly, using the same phrase he had used in the diner. "And my case is that I am deeply in love with the diner owner of Stars Hollow." She turned away from his strong gaze and started to pace. "I've loved this man for many years. I wasn't always in love with him, but I definitely loved him. My mother asked me a few years ago if I had feelings for this man and I said that maybe I did. I had more than friendly feelings for this man. But I never did anything about them or took them into consideration because he was a very stable part of my life and I was aware of my commitment skills not being so high. I didn't want to ruin anything. However, once this man danced with me and kissed me, I couldn't imagine wanting anything else. I was lost to him. I always wanted to be held in his arms, kissed by his lips, feel his hand in mine. I fell in love with this man. I wanted to say to him that I loved him, before my ex-boyfriend came back, but I had never said those words to a man before. Not even my fiancée. I was nervous and unsure. During some time that I had to myself, I finally realized that I need this man. I need his coffee, his fix-it skills, his cooking, his arms holding me at night, his arms holding when I wake up in the morning, his knowledge that everything will work out no matter what, his hugs, his kisses, his smiles saved just for me, his love..." Lorelai turned back to him, her eyes wet. "I know that if we don't stay together, I'll be a little old cat lady who cries herself to sleep every night and dies alone." She went and stood in front of him, placing of her hands on either side of his face and staring into his eyes. "I love you, Luke. I need you. I can't imagine my life without you. God!" she said in exasperation. "I'm being such a sap! Bearing my heart and soul..." She tried to pull her hands away, but Luke took them in his own.

"Why did you come after me?" he asked softly.

"It was the only way to make you believe me," she whispered.

Luke jumped up and kissed her. A mouth open, tongues dancing, the most passionate kiss of both of their lives kind of kiss. Lorelai wasted no time in responding. Her hands were in his hair, pushing off his baseball cap and moving down his back. Luke's fingers were twisted in her curls and his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close as possible.

"I love you, Lorelai," Luke said when they broke apart.

"I could tell," Lorelai chuckled. They kissed again, with the same passion. Again they broke apart, needing to breathe. Lorelai hugged him as they caught their breath. "I love you so much, Luke. You'll never know how much."

"If it's as much as I love you, then I definitely know how much." Luke stepped out of the embrace and looked down at her.

"Will you make love to me, Luke?" Lorelai asked coyly, gazing up at him.

"Nothing will happen to the baby?" Luke asked in concern.

"I think it's good for the baby," Lorelai made up, smiling widely.

"Then you bet I will."

They kissed again, but with more groping. Lorelai's shirt was off in seconds, as well as Luke's flannel and t-shirt, and their mouths devoured each other. Luke lowered her to the bed and they commenced with the lovemaking.

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"That was the best make up sex ever," Lorelai commented after their first time that night. "But for some reason it didn't seem like enough..." She grinned devilishly at her boyfriend, and he laughed.

"You're on."

"Dirty!" she giggled, but the little noises of laughter disappeared beneath Luke's demanding mouth.

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"That was a lot of love making if you ask me," Lorelai commented, her breathing still slowing after her and Luke's fourth time that night.

"I must agree."

"Well, if I wasn't pregnant before, I definitely would be now."

Luke lay on the bed, on his back, with Lorelai lying half on top of him. The chests were pressed against each other and Lorelai's head was resting between his neck and shoulder.

They were silent for a while.

"Why was I so stupid?" Lorelai asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Why didn't I tell you about Chris? You're right... I should've kicked him out... He always comes on to me, but I ignored that fact anyway. I wanted to help him... To give myself some sort of real closure. I guess I did, in the end. I was too stupid to realize the situation until it was too late. And I broke your heart..." She laid her hand on his chest, frowning to herself.

"I jumped to conclusions, Lorelai. I'm sorry, I really am."

"I know you are. I don't want to talk about it. It's resolved." Lorelai lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. "I love you, Luke Danes."

"I love you, Lorelai Gilmore."

"Our names sound perfect together. Haven't you noticed?"

"Luke and Lorelai."

"Lorelai and Luke."

"Sounds wonderful."

"Exactly."

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The End

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A/N: I wanted to write more, but that was just the perfect ending. Do you guys want me to write a sequel? Cause I really want to. Sorry if this chapter was a little sappy! But that's just how it goes. Please review and talk to me about the mentioned sequel.

PS I so hate Lauren Graham cause she gets to make out with Scott Patterson. Apparently they both like it. Damn that woman! Hehe, jk.