Disclaimer: Still not mine.
2007
It was a Sunday morning, and for once Luke didn't have to work. He seemed to be working the weekends most of the time these days, as Lane's band had really taken off and they needed the weekends for their band gigs. But today Caesar was opening and Luke was thankful for the day off.
However, sleeping in was apparently not an option. Lorelai was out of bed at 7:00, and Luke frowned, wondering what on Earth would cause her to get up on a Sunday before double digits hit. She made some noise moving about the room, and then she was gone. He allowed himself to drift off to sleep again, but he was woken up again by Lorelai around 8:30. She was rummaging through their closet and drawers, apparently getting dressed.
"What are you doing?" he mumbled.
"Getting dressed," she said in a whisper as if she hadn't realized she'd already woken up the person she was whispering to avoid waking. "Go back to sleep, sorry."
"Why are you up so early on a Sunday anyway?" he asked.
"I couldn't sleep," she said. "Sorry. Go back to sleep, please. I'll leave the room as soon as I get dressed, promise."
He mumbled something and rolled back over and buried his face into the pillows. A moment later he heard Lorelai tiptoe out of the room.
She came back a half hour later. This time, however, she seemed to have an actual intention to wake him up. She settled on the bed next to him and nudged his shoulder.
"Luuuke," she said in a whisper. "Wake up."
"Now what?" he mumbled, turning over to glance in her direction.
"Time to get up," she said. "Do you know what today is?"
"Sunday?"
"Yes. Do you know what Sunday it is?"
He thought for a moment. "June 21st?" he asked, not following her train of thought, apparently.
"Yes," she added, "do you know what Sunday, June 21st is, though?"
"Lorelai," he mumbled. "What are you getting at?"
"You should go out more often," she said. "Don't you see posters advertising this greeting card holiday?"
"What greeting card holiday?"
"The one on Sunday, June 21st!"
"Lorelai," he groaned.
"I'll give you a hint. It ends in 'day' the holiday is something 'day.'"
"Is this a crossword puzzle now?"
"Luke!" she whined. "You're ruining my plan. I know you know what today is if you'd just think!" He sighed and tried to figure out what she was talking about. "It's the opposite of a holiday we just had in May that also ended in something 'day' and I celebrated with Rory, and unfortunately, my mother."
"Father's Day?" he asked. "Is it? I don't know these things."
"Yes! Finally," she said with playful annoyance.
"That's it? You wanted me to guess it's Father's Day? God, Lorelai, if we went through all that just so you could tell me that you're going to call your dad or something then…"
"No, you big grump," she said with a smile, scooting closer to him, "that's not why."
"Then why?"
"Because I wanted to celebrate it."
"Father's Day?"
"Yes."
"You're not a father."
She gasped. "What? Now you tell me."
"Why are we celebrating it?"
"We're celebrating it for you."
"I'm not a father either."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really," he said.
"I think you are."
"I'm not really Rory's father," he reminded her.
"I know you're not."
"Thus proving my point that I'm not a father."
"Still, I beg to differ," she told him, her eyes looking into his. He froze, and she knew that suddenly he got it.
"Are you saying that—"
She grinned at him and nodded. "That yes, you're still a father? That's exactly what I'm saying."
"Words, Lorelai, the words."
She giggled at his impatience. "You're going to be a Daddy," she whispered. "I'm pregnant. We're having a baby. Those words work for you?"
He blinked, staring at her intently for a moment. She raised her eyebrows in amusement.
"Seriously?" he asked.
She nodded. "Seriously," she replied. "You can officially celebrate Father's Day from here on out."
He stared at her for a few more seconds before pulling her down to him and kissing her. She responded to the kiss by kissing him back deeply. When they broke apart, she giggled.
"I see you remember how exactly you became a father."
He couldn't help but grin, even though normally he would roll his eyes at the comment.
"This is amazing," he told her.
"I know," she said softly.
"This is… wow."
She laughed. "I know."
"How far along?"
"Just about six weeks," she said, shifting to lean against the headboard. "I found out last week, but I wanted to wait until today to tell you."
"You've known all week?" he asked in surprise.
"Yep. I hope you aren't mad I waited to tell you…"
"Of course not," he said. "I'm just surprised you could keep it in. Does Rory know?"
She shook her head. "Nope, I wanted to tell you first. And I totally thought you'd figure it out when I suddenly stopped drinking the coffee."
His mouth dropped open. "I didn't even notice," he realized.
"I know," she said with a laugh. "All those years of 'Stop with the coffee, coffee is so bad for you, coffee is going to kill you one of these days' and then I drop it cold turkey and you don't even notice. I'm very surprised in your—" she was cut off by his lips taking over her own again.
"I love you," he told her with a smile.
"I love you too," she replied with a matching grin. She noticed his eyes drop to her stomach. "Hard to believe, isn't it?" she asked.
"What?"
"That our child is in there, growing, right now."
He nodded. "Yeah," he said, letting his hand brush across her stomach. "It's hard to believe but it's also really…"
"I know it," she agreed before he even finished his thought. "It's funny. I mean, physically, to the outside world, there's nothing different. To me the morning sickness is a difference, but to everyone else they can't tell. They have no idea. Nothing's changed. There's no physical evidence of the baby yet, but that little life is in there and I already love him or her so much that it seems like something should have changed. But nothing has yet."
He nodded. "Oddly enough I followed that."
She laughed softly. "It's so different this time. When I found out about Rory I was horrified. I mean you know I love her, but at the time she was the last thing I wanted at sixteen. I was shocked and horrified and scared and nervous and confused about what to do. But this time it's just amazing. I was excited and happy and everything is just perfect."
He nodded again. "It is. Perfect," he agreed.
She smiled and let herself get lost in her thoughts for a few seconds. "So I don't think we want to tell anyone else right away?" she asked. "I mean, you know how news travels around here, and in case anything happens…"
"Right," he said. "But nothing is going to happen."
She smiled. "I know, but still. I think it's best to wait awhile before telling anyone."
He nodded. "You could tell Rory though," he offered. "I think she can be trusted with the secret. And I know it's probably killing you to not tell her."
She smiled. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, tell her."
"Maybe in a couple weeks," she said thoughtfully.
He frowned. "Why not now?"
She shrugged and smiled at him. "I kind of like no one else knowing but you and me. It's our little secret, and hey, we're the ones that made this kid so I think we're entitled to a little secret."
He laughed and took her hand, playing with it absentmindedly. "God, Lorelai, I just—I don't know what to do. I want to, I don't know, run around the block, jump up and down, do something."
She laughed at this, then looked at him. "Doesn't seem like you."
"I know, but my God, right now I'm just," he grinned, "I don't think I can keep the excitement in."
"Well if you really feel the need to do something to release some energy, I have an idea," she said, grinning at him.
He frowned. "What about the baby?"
"The baby's fine," she told him, leaning down to kiss him.
"But—"
"The baby's fine," she repeated. "If you think I'm going eight and a half more months without sex, you're crazy. The baby is fine."
"Are you sure?"
She sighed and moved to reach something from the floor beside the bed. Pulling a small gift bag up onto the bed, she handed it to him.
"Here."
"What's this?"
"Your Father's Day gift," she said. "Somehow I knew you'd have issues with this and so I got you something that would put your fears about this, and many other things, to rest."
He reached into the bag and pulled out a book. "'What To Expect When She's Expecting'" he read the title of the book.
"It's for Daddies to Be," she explained. "Everything you ever wanted to know about what's going to happen to me along with some things you probably didn't want to know."
He frowned as he flipped through the book. "And some illustrations of the things I probably didn't want to know, too."
She chuckled. "Anyway, if you check the bookmark," she said, and he noticed for the first time that there was a bookmark in the book, "you should find some information on what I'm trying to get you to do here," she added, kissing him again.
He opened the book to the bookmark. "Why did you bookmark this page?"
"Well, I knew what I was going to tell you and I knew what I would want to do to celebrate what I was going to tell you and I knew you'd worry about it. So it only made sense," she explained, running her hands through his hair as he looked at the book. He read it for a moment.
"Huh," he said.
"What?" she asked, kissing her way up his neck.
"Interesting effects of the hormones during the fourth month."
She laughed. "You just wait." He smiled and closed the book.
"Hey," he said, stopping her for a moment.
"What?" she asked softly.
"I'm really, really happy about this."
She smiled at him happily. "Me too. Happy Father's Day," she said with a grin. She was just about to kiss him again when the phone rang. "Don't get it," she told him.
"It might be important," he reasoned. "We both own businesses after all."
She sighed. "Fine, but this type of behavior is not going to cut it during the fourth month."
He smirked and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" he listened for a moment. "Oh, hey Rory." He listened again and Lorelai knew that she was calling to wish him a Happy Father's Day. He laughed at something Rory said, then smiled. "Yeah," he told her, "the day's off to a pretty good start."
FYI—I posted the first three parts all at once. There's one more (for now) and it's not done yet. So the story isn't complete, in case you're wondering. ;)