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Ch.7: Party on the Porch!

"Okay, one more person to tell."

Lorelai looked at him, confused. "Who?"

"Your Mother."

She glared at him for a little. Not knowing if he was serious, or playing some cruel joke that sounded funny in his head. When he didn't give an indication of humor, she grabbed his hand. "Excuse us." She said to the town.

She dragged him outside, leaving the town meeting, and people. When they got outside she looked at him questioningly. "Okay, it was really loud in there, so I think I miss heard you. Did you just say we were telling my mother?"

Luke calmly squeezed her hand. "Yes."

"My mother?"

"Yah."

"Emily Gilmore?"

"Yah."

She let go of his hand. "The woman who, in an attempt to break us up, invited my ex to her wedding and started what I would like to call the "Dark Period" of our relationship? That Emily Gilmore?"

"The one and only."

She was a little angry now. "Why would we tell Satan herself that I am pregnant?"

He rolled his eyes. "Satan? Are you telling me I married the spawn of Satan?"

"Okay, maybe she isn't Satan. But you know what I mean."

"Lorelai, she is your mother."

"Luke, I haven't talked to her in almost three years. She didn't even come to our wedding, why would I tell her about this?"

Luke stepped forward and put his hands around her waist, pulling her against him. He looked down at her, "Because this is bigger than our wedding. This is our first child together. She may not like me, but believe it or not she loves you. And Rory. And your genes are the ones that made Rory, so this kid is going to be wonderful too. My parents aren't around, and I don't want my children to have no grandparents. Could you do this for me? Please?"

She smiled. "You are really getting good at arguing your point. Forget the diner business, you should be a lawyer."

"I'm not up to arguing for a living. It took a lot out of me just proving that point."

Lorelai pushed up a little closer to him. "Your right. You wouldn't last a day. I love you anyway though."

She kissed him. Putting her arms around his neck. He chuckled in between the kiss. When she felt his arms tighten around her, she deepened the kiss. She moaned as his hands went into her hair. They were like that for a good five minutes before they heard someone clear their throat. When Lorelai pulled away and turned around, she saw the members of her town staring at them. Taylor rolled his eyes. "No wonder you're pregnant. You guys should know it is rude to do that in public. If you must, do it in the privacy of your own home."

Patty slapped his arm. "Oh, leave them alone. I think it's cute," she turned to Lorelai. "You get yours, honey!"

"Ohh geeze." Luke said and turned and started home. Lorelai waved, them followed.

"Wow, you embarrass easily!" She shouted after him.

Friday Night Dinner:

They sat in the driveway. Rory was in the back, Luke had driven and Lorelai was in the passenger seat. Rory stuck her head in between her parent's blank faces. "Hey, I have a crazy idea. How about we knock on the door?"

Luke smiled. "I think we need to give you mother a little more time."

Lorelai snickered. "I don't need more time because I am not doing it. This is ridiculous, I don't want to."

"You're acting like a three year old." Rory replied.

"I am not going in there and you can't make me." She pouted.

Luke opened the door. Went around, and opened Lorelai's. "Okay, come on. I'll hold your hand."

He grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the car. Rory followed. When they got to the door Lorelai turned around to go back, but Rory grabbed her and turned her back around. Lorelai shook her head. "Can't do it."

Rory reached over and rang the doorbell. "I'll do it for you."

Emily opened the door, which rarely ever happened. And she gasped, which rarely ever happened. "Lorelai?"

She grunted. Luke smiled uneasily, and Rory gave him a reassuring pat on his back. They stood there in silence for a while until Lorelai finally spoke. "Can we come in? Or are we going to have a party on the porch?"

Emily shook her head in disbelief. Then stepped away from the door, clearing the entrance. Luke, still holding Lorelai's hand, led her in. Followed by Rory. Emily shut the door and studied Luke and Lorelai. She shook her head again then cleared her throat. "Richard! Rory's here. And she brought some guests."

Lorelai rolled her eyes, and squeezed Luke's hand. She felt nauseas, but she didn't know if it was because she was at her parents place or because she was pregnant. She heard her father coming down the stairs. "Emily, do you know where…"

Richard stopped, astonished to see his daughter, and her husband. He had actually seen Lorelai more than her mother had. He had been invited to her wedding, even walked her down the aisle. He wasn't shocked to see her; he was shocked to see her here. "Hello Lorelai."

"Dad." She replied. She felt a little better, because he wasn't as bad. He had come to terms with her relationship with Luke. He had even tried apologizing for her mother. Which was sweet, but not necessary. "So… can we stay for dinner?"

Emily opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything Richard replied, "Of course."

Emily rolled her eyes. The man is far too generous. She looked at her daughter. Her pride and joy, married to a diner owner. She knew her daughter could do better. Disserved better. That was the weakness and strength of Emily Gilmore, her stubbornness. That is where Lorelai got it. She felt awkward, standing in silence. She turned to her granddaughter. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Soda would be nice."

She turned to Lorelai. "And you? Vodka? Bourbon? Coffee?

"Tea please."

"Tea?" She cocked her head. "Nothing artificially flavored and full of sugar?"

Lorelai bit her tongue. She needed to behave. "No thanks."

"Why?"

"I just feel like having tea mother."

"Never have you felt like having tea."

Richard cleared his throat. "Emily…"

"People change, mother."

"You have never changed. What is the matter, our drinks don't fit your qualifications anymore?"

She was losing her temper, and so was Lorelai. "Can we not start, we haven't even eaten yet."

"Then have a drink."

"Mom, I don't want a drink. I want tea."

"Why?"

"Because I am pregnant!"