A/N: Hey all! This chapter is longer. Aren't you proud of me?

Hours later, she left the diner and headed to the inn. She wanted so badly to speak to her daughter, but she knew that Rory needed time. Maybe, just maybe, she would sort this out herself. The last time Lorelai had rushed someone into making a decision, it hadn't turned out so well.

Not wanting to discuss her troubles, she skillfully avoided all of Sookie's calls to the inn. As she was still on maternity leave, Sookie was still worried about the kitchen. And she was wary of Manny's abilities. On most days, Lorelai would've loved to talk to her best friend. But today, she didn't feel much like talking.

Which left a lot of time for thinking.

Luke spotted Taylor through the stupid connecting window and called over his shoulder, "Caesar, I'm going out. Cover for me." He heard Caesar's faint reply as he rushed next door to the Soda Shoppe.

The door shut noisily behind him as he walked up to Taylor.

"I want the house back. I need the house back."

"It's still yours."

"It is? But I thought I told you…"

"Well, first, your termination of the agreement would have to have been submitted in writing. An oral termination is useless. Second, you had three days. And those three days aren't up yet, so you're good."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, okay." And with that, he returned to the diner, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face.

She sat in her office, sorting through paperwork, thinking about the past days' events. She was trying to think of a way to handle 'the Rory situation', as she'd begun to call it.

But her mind wandered a little further back. A look of realization passed over her face and she grabbed her cell phone. She stood and paced the small room in anticipation as she dialed a familiar number.

"Luke's,"

"You were talking about our kids." She said, still pacing.

"What?"

"Our kids, Luke. Our kids."

"I'm hearing the words, Lorelai. I need a full sentence." He replied, utterly confused.

"When you said 'What about the kids?' you were talking about our kids."

Luke paused and sighed. He'd thought (hoped) she'd forgotten about his Freudian slip. "Yes."

"You want kids?" Lorelai sounded extremely surprised.

"Of course I want kids! Why wouldn't I want kids?"

Lorelai was shocked. "Because they're noisy and sticky and you hate jam hands!"

"They're a lot of work, yes, but with… the right person… I think I wouldn't mind kids."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Wow."

"What?"

"Well, when I thought I was pregnant, Rory and I thought you never seemed much like a 'family guy'." When she realized what she'd said, her hand flew to her mouth.

"When you thought you were what?"

Lorelai sighed as Luke exclaimed, "When did you think you were pregnant?"

"When Sookie had her baby…The day after the magazine party."

"Oh." He said, realizing.

"Yeah."

"So you're sure?"

"Sure?"

"That you're not…"

"Oh. Yes, I'm sure."

"Well…okay then." She thought he almost sounded…disappointed.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"No, it's…it's fine."

"Well, I have to get back to work…"

"Oh, yeah. I'll see you this afternoon?"

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye."

Lorelai shut her phone and tossed it onto her desk. She collapsed into her chair and sighed. This was going to be a long day. She went back to thinking.

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