A Dream Come True               Chapter Twelve                       Walk Like an Egyptian

Disclaimer:  I don't own anything…  (Just a minute, Milo!!!)…Oh yeah, I own Milo…  I don't own the Bangle's "Walk like an Egyptian" either.

Pairings: R/J, L/L, D/S…  Lane/Dave and Paris/Jamie will be appearing in I think 2 chapters…  I already have it written, I just have to post it.  Hopefully it will be up today.

"We're here!"  Luke turned off the ignition and climbed out of the Jeep.  "Let's eat.  It'll be nice to eat something other than diner food and expired pop-tarts."  He slammed his door and walked around the car to help Lorelei.

            Lorelei bounced out of her seat, and stood, hopping on the spot, waiting for Jess and Rory to get out of the car.  (sounding much like a two-year-old, or a Lorelei)  "Come on!  I wanna go inside!  I'm hungry!  I'm thirsty!" 

            "Hold your horses, little miss horsey-holder."  *I know I said that before and it was also on the show, but I totally loved it!*  Rory took Jess' hand and climbed out of the car, then linked arms with her mother.  "Let's go inside.  I'm starving."

            "I agree.  Let's eat."  Jess opened the restaurant door and held it open for the girls and his uncle.

            The four walked into the restaurant and was greeted by the waiter who led them to their seats.  They ordered and ate slowly, savouring what would probably be their last night out alone in a very long time.  When they finished, it was almost midnight.  They climbed into the car and headed home.

Lorelei turned on the radio.  The Bangles' "Walk Like An Egyptian" blasted through the speakers.  Lorelei clapped her hands eagerly.  "The Bangles!  We really are lucky tonight!"  She began to bop around in her seat, singing along to the song "When the buzzer rings, they're walking like an Egyptian.  All the kids in the marketplace say Walk like an Egyptian.  Walk like an Egyptian."

            Luke winced and covered her mouth.  "Please stop.  I love you, but I can't stand your singing!"

            Lorelei started pulling on Luke's hand, trying to move it so she could release the witty comeback that was trapped in her mind, trying to escape through her mouth, finally biting his finger in desperation.

            "Ow!"  Luke pulled over to the side of the road to inspect his injury.  "Devil's child!  You're going to be the death of me if you don't die first of caffeine overdose."

            "Geez!  You made me forget me comeback!"  Lorelei said, exasperated.

She turned around, wondering why she wasn't getting any response from the couple behind her.  The two were fast asleep, Rory's head on Jess' shoulder, Jess' head on Rory's head.  Their hands were clasped together, sitting between their legs.  "Aww… That's so cute…  Look Luke."

            Luke turned around and looked at the couple behind them.  "I think is the first time I've ever seen Jess quiet, other than when he had his face plastered to Rory's.  They look so peaceful."

            "They're good kids," Lorelei whispered, brushing a lock of hair off Rory's face.

            "Yeah.  Their kid is going to be very lucky.  It's going to have two fantastic parents."

"Yeah.  Rory will be a fantastic mother if she's anything like her mother."  Luke stroked Lorelei's hair and kissed the top of her head.  "Ready to finish going home yet?"

Lorelei shrugged.  "No.  Let's watch them for a few more minutes.  They look so peaceful."  She moved in to Luke for a soft kiss.  The kiss intensified, but was interrupted by Jess and Rory waking up.

"Aww jeez.  Get a room."  The look on Jess' face was that of pure horror.

Rory woke up when she felt Jess move beside her.  She too got a glimpse of her mother and Luke playing 'tonsil hockey' and was totally grossed out as well.  "Oh well.  Two can play this game." She pulled Jess toward her and they copied what they had seen their parents doing only seconds earlier.

            "Now I get the comments,"  Lorelei made a face.  "It does look really gross."  She stretched and sat in her seat properly, facing forwards.  "I'm tired.  Let's go home."