A/N: Okay, I was going to write more of this chapter, but I decided to get this out there as soon as possible (because my brother keeps bothering me about using the computer and he won't stop so I have to get off. Aren't siblings annoying? I swear.). I have this humongous plan for a fic. It's all about the latest chapter, plus spoilers, plus my crazy dreams of what I want to happen.

I know, I know. Everybody's been writing post But I'm a Gilmore eppie fics because they thought Lorelai was going to say ILY. Well, I'm another but I hope that the story hasn't been beaten too badly. Mine's different and longer. I think some of my story is a lot like another author who wrote a fic based on the same thing mine is, and I apologize if that author is offended. I read theirs after I wrote mine, but it was so good I kept it.

I hope someone reviews. I wrote a different story (Hard To Get) but I got like five reviews and thus I thought better of continuing. Hopefully, this will be different.

And lastly, I dedicate this story to all of the Java Junkies out there who are waiting patiently (well, some of us at least) for Luke and Lorelai's ILYs and for them to finally get married. Just get it over with! I swear! Anyway. Please read and review!

PS Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. It's as simple as that.

One: Luke, Lorelai, and Love

"Okay, call me tomorrow."

"I will."

And with that, Rory hung up. Lorelai pressed the off button, leaned the phone against her shoulder for a second, and then put it down on the table.

I can't believe this, she thought despairingly. I don't want her to get hurt.

Lorelai sighed and then stood. When she re-entered the living room, Luke was in the exact same position she had left him in. She smiled and walked slowly to the couch. She sat next to her boyfriend and watched him for a moment.

He is such a beautiful man.

His hair was falling in his face, so she leaned forward and brushed the strands away. Luke's hand caught hers and she jumped.

"Luke," she said breathlessly. His ice blue eyes were watching her. "You scared the crap out of me."

He smirked. "I'm sorry," he said sleepily.

"Did I wake you up?"

"No, I was only half asleep."

"So I half woke you up."

Luke groaned softly.

This woman is impossible.

"I guess, Lorelai."

"I'm sorry."

He smiled. She looked away after trying weakly to return it. He eyed her. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing," she murmured, shaking her head and still not looking at him.

I know something's wrong. Come on, Lorelai.

"Was that Rory on the phone? Is she okay?"

He knows me so well.

"She's fine. It's just..." She paused warily.

"Lorelai?" Luke urged quietly.

She looked back into his eyes, trying again to smile. "I'm worried about her. I mean, she was dating that kid, Logan, casually and that's just not Rory. I told you that before, remember?" Luke nodded, but stayed silent. "And he hurt her. I mean, not purposely, but... when he didn't want to get serious with her, it really affected her. Rory's used to being loved. And suddenly, he wants to be her boyfriend and he takes her to dinner with his family." She sighed, leaning against the back of the couch. "They didn't like her, Luke. They kept saying all of this crap and she's upset and Logan didn't react very well to his family's disapproval... So he left her at her dorm and took a walk. And then while we were on the phone he showed up and apologized." She took his hand in both of her own, running her fingers along the lines of his fingers and palm. She looked up to make sure he was awake. He was and watching her intensely, taking in everything she was saying. "I'm just afraid that she'll forgive him too easily or be too vulnerable..." She almost added 'like the way I always used to forgive Christopher', but thought better of it.

Luke brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them both. "Everything's going to be fine, Lorelai." He reached forward and cupped her face. "Rory needs to get out there on her own. She needs to experience life. You can't spend all of yours worrying about her. She's going to be fine."

She scooted towards him, closing her eyes as she curled up against him. He was still holding her cheeks in his palms. "How do you know?" she whispered.

"Because I know," Luke said softly.

"But how?"

"I just...do."

She opened her eyes and looked into his.

I love this man. I am in love with this man.

She wanted to say it right then and there, but she felt overwhelmed by her feelings. Her worry, her fear, her nervousness, her love, her happiness, all at the same time.

"Luke, let's go to bed."

It was a slow process for them to stand up and stumble up the stairs and undress, but they managed to make it. Luke didn't even get under the covers. He just fell onto his back and fell asleep.

When Lorelai turned from facing the closet, she found Luke knocked out.

And on the wrong side of the bed.

But all she did was sigh and climb into the other side. When there, she inhaled.

It sure smells like Luke.

She rolled onto her side and found herself watching him.

Why haven't I said it yet? He deserves it more than anything. All he's done for me, how he's taken care of me...

She reached out and ran a finger down his chest and stomach, and then rested her hand over his belly button.

I can't believe I realized I love him a month ago and I still haven't told him. And since then, so much has happened, like at the inn the past two days... Ditching the diner for me, dealing with Sookie for me, staying only for me. He won't give up on me.

God I love him.

She wiggled closer to him, pressing herself to his side.

I love you and I want to tell you.

"You can't be asleep at a time like this, Luke. Not when I'm ready to say what I have to say."

She sighed.

You love me, too, don't you? You can't have put up with me for so long if you didn't.

She glanced down and her eye caught the tattoo on his arm.

Man, that's sexy.

She had always loved that tattoo. It was one of the many things she loved about him.

She removed her hand and traced the lines of the design. He shuddered in his sleep. Then she propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at his scruffy face.

I wonder if I've ever told him how much I love his stubble. It always feels like soft sandpaper on my face...on my neck...on my chest...on my stomach...on my thighs...

Lorelai sighed again, only this time it was pleased. Just thinking of where she had scruff burns made her giddy.

And what we were doing when I got them was VERY dirty.

And enjoyable.

"How can one man be so wonderful? So perfect?" she asked herself.

I have to tell him. He has to know that I love him.

Lorelai sat up and bent down to his face, where she kissed his mouth.

"I adore you, Luke Danes, and I can't wait until I can tell you how much."

You'll know soon, Luke, how much I love you. Tomorrow. It has to be tomorrow.

And with that, she repositioned herself in a ball against his side, burying her face I his arm.

A/N2: Okay, I shall post the next chapter as soon as I type it. Please review or I shall cry! (:does the infamous Lorelai pout:)