A/N: Thanks for reviewing the last chapter. I am having a lot of fun writing this fic. Sorry that I haven't updated in awhile, my b-day was the 24th of February and I celebrated over the weekend. This is a short chapter, I apologize. Read, review, and love you!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this; cause if I did you would see my name in the actual show.

Ch. 11: Pickles and Chunky Monkey

Six Months:

Lorelai opened her eyes with sudden hunger. She turned around to look at the clock; 3 am. She was awoken by her dream of dancing pickles and ice cream cartons. She bit her lip, she was conflicted. Should she wake up Luke? Lorelai turned on her side and looked at her husband. He was sound asleep, with that stupid grin on his face. Wake up. Then I won't have to do it. She squinted her eyes as if she was trying to send him the message. Wake up! Luke's eyes didn't open, but his mouth did. "Stop staring at me!"

Lorelai almost jumped. Wow, I have more power than I thought. She smiled at her husband, even though his eyes remained closed. "Why, Luke, whatever do you mean?"

His face remained calm, as if he were still asleep. "You are looking at me. I can feel it. Stop. Go to sleep."

She scooted closer, and kissed him. "Open your eyes."

He groaned. "I don't want to, cause then I am going to have to fall back asleep."

She kissed him again, this time parting his lips with her tongue. He moaned, or whined. It could have been both. When she pulled back, his eyes were open. She smiled at him, as if she hadn't just woken him up. "Well, hello there. How are you?"

He glared at her for a little. "What do you want?"

She patted her largening stomach, "Your child is hungry for some weird stuff. I was having my usual dream of food. Nothing out of the ordinary, just what I am going to have for breakfast and what not. Then all of the sudden, there is this pickle and he is dancing with a carton of Ben and Jerries! I don't know what flavor, because it was so odd to see that I forget exactly. I think it was Chunky Monkey, but I am not sure."

Luke cocked an eyebrow at her. "You want me to get you Chunky Monkey ice cream and a pickle? That isn't outrageous, I just saw Lucy have a similar craving on the I Love Lucy Show."

She frowned. "You watch to much TV." She paused in thought. "That is probably where I got the idea. Stupid syndication!"

He threw the cover off and put his feet down on the floor. "Okay, Chunky Monkey?"

She smiled at him. "You are going to get it for me? Wow, I thought you would put up a bigger fight."

"Well," he put on his clothes as he spoke. "I would have if you weren't pregnant, cause that would have been ridiculous. But I figure it is normal for you to have cravings." He turned around to look at her and pointed at her. "But don't get used to it, cause you aren't going to be pregnant forever."

She smiled, and made a face as if she was outraged at the thought. "Me? Wake you up? Really, when has that ever happened?"

"When you smelt snow, couldn't sleep, had a craving.."

"Okay, I was being sarcastic. I didn't want a list. You can go now."

He nodded and headed for the bedroom door, but was stopped by the calling of his name. "Luke."

"Yah?"

"Mint chocolate chip."

"What happened to Chunky Monkey?"

"I don't know, it left. I think it got a roll in the Broadway rendition of The Wizard of Oz."

"Okay, mint chocolate chip, and a pickle."

"And teriyaki beef jerky."

He rolled his eyes. "Beef jerky? Where did that come from?"

She took a deep breath. "Well, I was thinking about mint chocolate chip and that made me think of the grocery store, which reminded me that we needed some meat, which made me think of beef jerky. Now I want some. It is a very deep process."

"I see that. Okay, mint chocolate chip, a pickle, and teriyaki beef jerky. That is it right?"

"Right."

"I'm not going to get a phone call on the way home saying I have to go back and get peanut butter or anything like that."

She made a delighted face. "Mmmm, peanut butter."

"Alright, leaving now. Before I give you any more ideas."

"Okay, love you lots! You are the best, you're beautiful. Gorgeous. And you make the best burgers. Oh, fries get fries!"

He was half way down the stairs. "Couldn't here you." He shouted.