Disclaimer: I still don't own the Gilmore Girls. Although, I wish I owned Luke and Jess.

Chapter 22

Luke was wiping down the counter when he heard the bells chime. He raised his eyes to see who had just walked in. It was Sookie and she was pushing a double stroller with her sons in it. "If Lorelai sent you on another coffee run, tell her she isn't getting any," Luke stated.

"That's not why I'm here, but I'll let her know," Sookie joked.

Luke looked up at Sookie. "Well, if you're not on a coffee run, how can I help you?"

"I'm glad you asked."

"Why do I get the feeling I'm about to get sucked into something?"

"I need a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"You see, Jackson has to work today and there's a really important party at the inn..."

"And?"

"Can you watch the boys for me? Just for a few hours. Please Luke, I'm desperate."

"Sookie, I'd love to watch the boys for you, but..."

"Thank you! Thank you so much Luke! I owe you one."

"Oh. No, no, no. You misunderstood. I didn't...there was a but. There was a but at the end." Sookie didn't seem to be listening to Luke. She was babbling on about how to take care of the boys while he protested.

"Ok. I'll see you later boys. Mommy loves you." She kissed her sons and headed out.

Luke chased after her. "Sookie, no. You misunderstood. I can't watch them. This is a diner. Sookie...Sookie! You forgot your kids! Sookie!" It was hopeless. She was already driving away. He sighed and walked back into the diner, bringing the stroller behind the counter with him.

Luke walked out of the back just as Lorelai sat the counter. He noticed she was wearing his high school letterman jacket. "Where'd you get that?" he asked.

"I found it in you old closet," she replied. She looked down at the words sewn into the jacket. It seemed he played a sport every season for the four years he was at Stars Holllow High. "It seems you were quite the jock Butch."

"Don't call me that. No one's called me Butch in years."

"Why did people call you Butch?"

"Because Spike and Rex were taken."

"Hey, maybe later we can make out under the bleachers."

"You just missed the football season."

"I can't believe my ever so sexy fiancé won't make out with me under the bleachers."

"Tell you what, you give up coffee for one day and I'll make out with you under the bleachers."

"Three cups the rest of the day."

"One."

"Two and we share a chocolate milkshake next door, at the counter, in front of Taylor."

"Two cups, vanilla milkshake at the counter, no Taylor."

"Deal." They shook on their deal and Luke went to get Lorelai some coffee. That's when she noticed the stroller behind the counter. "That isn't what I think it is, is it?"

"If you think it's Davey and Josh, then it's exactly what you think it is."

"Oh my God." Lorelai walked around the counter to check on Davey and Josh. "They shouldn't be here. What are they doing here?"

"Sookie left them here. What was she thinking? Somehow, Davey got sticky. I didn't give him anything sticky. I gave him an apple slice and he's sticky! And the other one...the other one cries. He cries until he falls asleep and when he wakes up, he cries again!" Josh began to stir in his sleep and started to cry. "See! There he goes again!"

"Ok, honey. Just calm down. Did you try to feed him?"

"Yes I tried to feed him. He's not hungry. And he's not wet either. I checked. I tried everything. He just keeps crying."

"I think he just wants to be held. Did you try picking him up?" Lorelai took Josh out of the stroller, but it only made him cry harder. "Ok, this isn't working. Here, you try."

"What? Me? No. I don't hold babies. I don't know how. When Jess was a baby, I dropped him."

"That explains a lot," she teased. "Just support his neck and it'll be fine." Lorelai handed Luke the baby. He just held baby Josh out in arm's length. "Luke, it's a baby. Not a bomb."

"I'm afraid I'll do it wrong."

"Well, you're doing it wrong now. You need to cradle him in your arms."

Luke nodded and did as Lorelai instructed. Baby Josh slowly stopped crying. "Hey. He's not crying anymore."

"You're a natural."

"You think so?"

"I know so. By the way, Tom called for you this morning."

"What'd he want?"

"He didn't say. He just said to tell you he called and to say it's urgent."

"I'll call him right now." Luke picked up the phone and called Tom. He cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear. "Tom, it's Luke. Lorelai said…ok. Ok. Calm down. What do you mean there's an extra crew?"

Logan got out of his car and headed to the house. He was half way up the path when Tom approached him. "Hey Tom," Logan greeted. "How's it going?"

"Not so good," Tom replied. "We need to talk."

"Alright. What's wrong?"

"When me and my guys showed up this morning, there was a construction crew on the job already. They had finished one of the rooms and half of the other. They're almost done."

"That's great!" Tom shook his head. "That's not great. Why isn't it great?"

"Because those guys did the job. Not mine."

"Tom, I didn't hire those guys. Besides, what's it matter? Just as long as the job gets done."

"The matter is my guys don't get paid for what those guys get done. Luke's paying us to do this job and if we don't work, we don't get paid. My guys need the money to survive Huntzberger."

"Maybe he hired a new crew to give us a day off."

"I spoke to Luke. He swears he didn't hire them. Besides, he would never do that to us."

"I didn't hire them Tom. I swear."

"I don't care who hired them, I just want them outta here." With that, Tom went back to work.

Logan went around the house in search of the new crew's leader. "Excuse me sir, are you the team leader for the new crew?" he asked one of the men.

"Yes am I," the man replied.

"Ok, uh. I think there's been a misunderstanding. You see, there's a crew on this project already. I don't know why you're here or who sent you, but I assure you, you're at the wrong place."

"I don't think so. This is thirty-seven Maple Street isn't it?"

"It is, but you see..."

"Look, Mr. Huntzberger told us to come here and finish up the job. We're just following orders."

"Did you say Huntzberger?"

"Yeah. Mitchum Huntzberger hired us."

"I should have known," Logan sighed. "You guys really need to leave. The original crew needs this job more than you ever know. My name is Logan Huntzberger. Mitchum is my father. I'll deal with the heat from the old man. You guys just go. Ok?"

"Whatever you say boss. Ok boys, pack it up!"

The men of the new crew gathered their things and headed out. Rory arrived in time to see Logan apologize to the men as they left. "What's going on?" she asked as she approached Logan.

"My father hired a crew to finish construction," Logan sighed. "I don't get it. What is he up to?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's not as bad as you think it is."

"You're probably right." He smiled at her. "So, what are you doing here? I thought you, Paris, and Lane were going shopping."

"We're about to head out. I just needed to drop something off. Have you seen Jess?"

"Jess? Uh, no. I haven't been here very long."

"Rory," Jess called as he jogged over. "Hey, did you bring it?"

"Would I deprive you of a good book?" Rory joked. She took a book out of her bag and handed it to Jess. "I made a few side notes I thought you should look over."

"I'm on my break right now. You wanna point a few out?"

"Sure. I'll see you later Logan." Rory and Jess sat on the porch and went over the book she had just given him. Logan watched as they bonded and told himself they were just friends. Rory and Jess were just friends.

"I'd keep an eye on him," someone said to Logan.

Logan turned around to see Dean standing behind him. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Logan asked.

"Jess. You need to keep an eye on him or he'll snatch Rory from you."

"I don't know where you got this crazy idea, but you need to back off."

"I'm just trying to warn you. I know how Jess operates."

"They're just friends."

"That's what he wants you to think. He gets all, buddy-buddy with Rory. He sucks her in with the guilt card. Gets her to feel bad for him with his James Dean, rebel without a cause act and before you know it, she's kissing him in the middle of town for all the world to see."

"Ok man, you're way out of line."

"I know what I'm talking about Logan. Jess took Rory from me and he's gonna try to take her from you."

"You're really starting to tick me off Dean. Rory assured me she and Jess are just friends."

"Rory's a great girl, but she's naïve. She fell for it once and she'll fall for it again."

"If Rory says they're just friends, then I believe her."

"Whatever man. But don't say I didn't warn you." With that, Dean went back to work.

Logan turned to the porch. He watched as Rory and Jess talked and laughed together. "They're just friends," Logan said to himself. He intended to say it as a statement, but it came out like he was trying to convince himself.

Luke climbed into bed and let out a long sigh as he leaned back and closed his eyes. He and Lorelai decided to spend the night in his old apartment because he had an early delivery coming in and he didn't want to miss it. It had been a long day with running the diner, Tom's frantic calls, and having to watch the Melville boys. He surprisingly had a fun time watching the boys.

"Long day dear?" Lorelai joked as she walked out of the bathroom.

Luke opened his eyes and looked up at her. His eyes widened at the sight of her pink nightgown. "Where did you get that?" he asked.

"A present from Rory."

"God bless that child."

Lorelai laughed as she climbed into bed with Luke. "Did I ever tell you about the dream I had when Rory was in Washington D.C.?"

"You'll need to be a little more specific."

"The one with the Great Alarm Clock Massacre." He stared at her. "In my dream, I woke up to a room full of alarm clocks. Needless to say, I made them stop. Hence the massacre reference."

"No survivors?"

"Hey! That's exactly what you said!"

"I was in your dream?"

"Yes. You were in my dream. You were in my dream, in the kitchen cooking me breakfast."

"Why didn't I just make you breakfast at the diner?"

"Stay with me babe. Anyway, so you try to trick me by putting decaf in my regular coffee bag."

"Didn't work?"

"God no. I could smell it. Of course, you gave up your pathetic attempt at decaf coffee and a healthy breakfast and handed over the good stuff. Then you kissed me."

"I kissed you?"

"You kissed me!"

"We weren't together when Rory was in Washington D.C."

"I know."

"How scandalous of me."

"I know. And that isn't all. You kissed me and then, get this, you talked to my stomach."

"Why would I talk to your stomach?"

"Because, apparently, I was pregnant. With twins!"

"Twins?"

"Yes twins. Do you know what else?"

"There's more?"

"I was wearing this exact nightie."

Luke stared at Lorelai for a minute. "Are you trying to tell me something Lorelai?"

"Huh?"

"Are you..."

"Oh! No! No, I'm not. I'm sorry Luke. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me. The story was just pretty random and I assumed."

"You know what they say about people that assume things."

"Yeah, well you know what they say about dreams. A dream is a wish your heart makes."

"Thank you Walt Disney."

"Actually, it's not so bad."

"When a thirty-eight year old man quotes a Disney movie to his fiancée, it's a little sad."

"Not that. I mean kids. You and me having kids. I like the idea."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I'd love to have a little boy or girl running around the house, keeping me on my toes. Watching Davey and Josh made me realize I want one."

"You want one?"

"Or two. Point of the matter, I want kids. It doesn't have to happen today, but someday. But not too far in the future. I'm getting older and my biological clock is ticking. We should have kids in the near future."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

"I am too."

"So..."

"So..."

"Do you wanna get started now?"

"You read my mind." Luke quickly rolled on top of Lorelai and started to kiss her as she giggled.

A/N: I decided to name Sookie's baby after my little brother because he keeps bugging me whenever I try to write. Hahaha. Thanks for the suggestions.