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Ch. 13: I'm Peachy

Month Nine:

Lorelai walked, or waddled, into the diner. Her face was twisted in a grimace and she was sweating. As she entered, the two people in there twisted and looked at her. You would think they have seen a pregnant lady before, she thought as she made her way to the nearest table. Her feet hurt too much to go all the way to the counter. She pulled out a chair and sank into it. A weighty sigh escaped her, and she leaned her head back. Her head came back up at the sound of impending feet. She smiled feebly at Luke as he pulled out the chair next to her. He smiled back, grabbed her feet and put them on his lap. He removed her shoes and started to rub her feet, causing her to moan. The two people had already left, and they were in the diner alone. It was all most time to close and Caesar had gone home. She closed her eyes. "You are a deity." She said. "Seriously, I'm thinking about building a statue of you in our back yard."

Luke chuckled, and continued rubbing her feet. After a little, she opened her exhausted eyes again, and he looked at her. "Why did you walk down here? I would have been home soon."

"I can't stay in that house any longer. I have been home for almost a month."

Luke cocked an eyebrow. "So, instead of being in a nice house you would rather wobble your way down here in time for me to close up?"

"Well," she began. Than fell silent for a little. "I really didn't think it through."

He put down her feet, got out of his chair, walked over to her, and grabbed her face. He pressed his mouth on hers, kneeling down beside her. She moaned, and deepened the kiss as she put her arms around his neck. They parted; breath labored, and sat in content. Luke was the first to speak, "Food?"

"Do you have to ask?" Lorelai replied.

He stood up, and head toward the counter. "What would like?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, a burger and fries. No, not fries. Onion rings. Oh, and a chocolate shake."

He stopped, and looked at her. "That it?"

"For now."

He vanished into the back and she heard a series of noises. Pots and pans, stuff like that. He appeared again, coming back to sit with her. "It'll be ten minutes. So, how was your day?" He asked, sitting down.

"The same. I slept, got up, ate, went to the bathroom, watched TV, went to the bathroom, talked to Rory, and went to the bathroom."

He cleared his throat. "That bad, huh?"

She gave him a sarcastic smile. "No, the baby is just using my bladder as a rattle. Thank God I am due in a couple of days."

He nodded. "Yah. That reminds me, sense we don't know what the baby is going to be, I didn't paint the nursery. So, I need to move the crib into our room."

She smiled. "We are making baby plans, can you believe it? It seemed like just yesterday we were getting married. Wow, time flies. I always thought that saying was ridiculous, but it really does. Every time I say that, I picture a clock with wings."

Luke stopped rubbing her feet again, and got up, again. She pouted. And he shrugged. "Sorry, I'm listening. I swear. I just need to check the food. Unless you feel like eating a really well done burger."

Lorelai sighed an okay and disappeared into the kitchen. She sat in silence. She had almost fallen asleep when Luke came out with her food. He caught her jump and put the food down. "I think we should go home."

"Food." She said, unenthusiastically.

"I can save it for you. Come on." He tucked her arm.

She reluctantly stood, her feet automatically producing a dull ache under her pregnant weight. They headed toward the door, Luke's hand on her back to guide her. They were half way through the door when she stopped. "You forgot the food."

He went back and grabbed the still warm burger off the counter. He came back, and as they walked to the door he shook his head. "Still on your toes, even when you're half asleep."

"It's a gift."
One Week Later:

Lorelai plowed through the doors of the diner, which was filled with the usual breakfast crowed. They looked up at her, not with joy or happiness but with fear. Almost terror. She glared at them. "Yep," She snarled. "I'm still pregnant. Three days overdue. Now go back to your food or suffer the wrath of Lorelai."

Everyone turned back to his or her food, not even eating, just looking. And although he wouldn't admit it, Kirk had almost peed his pants. She walked to the counter; everyone who had been sitting there had cleared. Luke came out from the back to see what the commotion was about. He was answered with a deserted dinner, and a very pregnant, uncomfortable wife. He walked slowly, not wanting to make any false movements, towards the counter. "Scare all the customers away and we might have to shut off the cable."

He regretted the words while they were coming out of his mouth. She glared at him in the unforgettable way she does, and didn't respond. It was to late to take it back, so he moved on instead. "Morning."

"Morning." She scoffed.

"Sweetie," he said. He never used pet names with her. He called her Lorelai, or crazy lady. Which, in their world, was the same as a pet name. Now, he didn't think crazy lady would be fitting. Considering, she might actually be crazy. "How are you?"

"Oh, I am peachy. I enjoy being the size of a house. I don't care that I can't see my feet any more. Or that they hurt."

He involuntarily stepped back. When Lorelai saw this her face softened, and she waved him forward. "I'm sorry Luke. Come here."

He stepped forward, and she gave him a kiss to show it was safe. He relaxed a little, and came closer. He wrapped her in a hug, his chin resting on her head. He rubbed her back for comfort, and kissed the top of her head. Lorelai closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. All of the sudden, a wave of emotion swept of her and she started to cry. Her body shook with her sobs. Luke continued rubbing her back. "What is the matter?"

She lifted her head from his chest. His hand routinely went to her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She sniffled. "I am so pregnant. This kid doesn't want to come out. It just sits in there, contented and warm. While I am out here, with an aching back. I would love to stay pregnant if it wasn't so painful. I enjoy the attention. But, I'm so emotional all the time. And the energy I'm building up from not working is going to explode. But worst of all, I haven't had a cup of coffee in nine months." She looked at him. "I want coffee, Luke."

She began to cry again. He put her head against his chest and rubbed her back. "Shhh."

"This is ridiculous. There is no reason that I should be crying." She said, muffled.

"It isn't ridiculous. Being pregnant is uncomfortable. I'm here though. And I'm sure you are going to have the baby any day." He let her go and lifted her head. "But until then, I am at your service. Whatever you want."

She smiled, and whipped her face. "You shouldn't have said that. A person like me takes advantage of sexy men willing to provide them whatever their little hearts desired."

He chuckled, relieved that her humorous wit had returned. "Okay, what may I do for you?"

"An omelet will do." She said, and then smirked. "For now."

"One omelet coming up."

He prepared it, and sat next to her as she ate. When she was done, he took her plate. "Feel better?"

"Yah, food is always a good way to cheer me up."

He put her plate aside. "Yep, you're very easy to please."

She gasped. "I am not! I pride myself on being difficult to please. If rumor gets around that I really am not, my rep…"

She stopped, her eyes widening as if she just saw something so astonishing that it was beyond words. Luke frowned. "Lorelai?" He said, a slight hint of worry on his voice. "Lorelai, what is the matter?"

"Umm," She said. "I, uh."

"You what?"

"My, uh."

"Lorelai is something wrong. Are you getting back at me for that crack about scaring the customers? If so, stop it."

She shook her head. "No," she said, now looking at him. "My water just broke."

This time it was his turn to stare, eyes widening as realization struck. "You're what?"

"My water broke."

He shook his head in disbelief; he had geared up for this. Even read those ludicrous books with stupid titles like Fathering A New Born or My Baby And Me. But, those books didn't prepare him for this. And he shot out of his chair. "You mean you're, you're…"

"I'm having the baby."