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A/N: Thank you so much for all the supportive reviews, I was kinda not happy when I posted that last part, so sorry for my bad mood. Here's the next part, hope you enjoy it, I know it's a little short, but yeah, I'm doing it instead of doin homework, so gimme a little leeway.

When Lorelai finally made it home, she was surprised to find that her house was different. It wasn't the same house she had left5 months ago. It took her one glance around her bedroom to figure out what was wrong. It seemed that Luke had packed up all his stuff that he had ever left in her house, even before they began dating, and had completely de-luked every room, including the garage. Not one piece of flannel or one spatula was left. As soon as Loreali realized this, she lost all self control she had finally gained and collapsed onto her perfectly made bed, something else he had done before leaving. As her vision blurred, she noticed a box in the corner of the room and, thinking it was a box Luke it had forgotten, ran to open it. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't a box of Luke's stuff, but a box of hers.

There was the coffee mug she always left in his apartment, there was the blue flannel she always slept in, and there were a few random pieces of jewelry that she had apparently left there. Every piece of her that had been at Luke's was packed into one cardboard box and stuffed in a corner of her room, forgotten. That was when it really hit her. Luke had moved on. He was over her. She had run away, thinking that Luke would always be there when she got back, but he wasn't.

When Lorelai woke up the next morning, she knew she had to go talk to Luke. She had to know what he was thinking, how he was reacting to having a child, and if it was really and truly over between them.

As she walked to the diner, she went over in her head how she would start the conversation. She figured "hey" wouldn't be good enough, seeing as she left him with a note for5 months and he now had a girlfriend and son. Then again, what would be good enough? She figured, "hey, I was the stupidest person alive, please leave your four-year-old son and girlfriend to be with me" wouldn't be any better. When she got near the diner, she could feel her heartbeat grow faster. Whether he hated her or not, it was still Luke, and they were still engaged, at least in her mind.

As she walked in front of the windows surrounding the diner, she glanced inside and stopped in her tracks. There was Luke, standing behind the counter helping a little boy build a fort with some old Legos. Although seeing Luke was exactly how she had imagined it, it was the little boy that took her breath away. He was Luke. Or a younger Luke. He was the boy she had imagined whenever she pictured her and Luke having a baby. He had the same blue eyes as Luke, clear as day and always sparkling. His hair was the same as Luke's as well, except for the crazy curls that seemed to go every which way at once. He was even wearing a Star War's t-shirt as far as Lorelai could tell.

And Luke's face. The only way she could describe it was utter contentedness. He watched the little boy with fascination, hanging on his every word. He was happy. Happier than she had ever seen him. Maybe happier than he had ever been with her. All she knew was that, seeing him there with that little boy, the ache in her chest became unbearable and she wanted to run away. But she had done enough running. It was time to face her fears.

When the bell above the door rang, Luke paid it little attention. Hunter was explaining how to build a house using only the blue Legos and Luke was enchanted. Not so much with the blue Lego house, but with the little boy. He was so smart and adorable; he was a whole little person with his own ideas and personality. It wasn't until he realized the diner had gotten quiet that he looked up into the eyes of the one person he never expected to see in here again. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold and her eyes sparkled, but her frown gave her true feelings away.

"Lore…"

"Lu…"

They both smiled slightly before Luke remembered the last 9 months and all the pain she had put him through.

"Hey"

"Hi"

Luke didn't want to talk to her, not now, not in front of Hunter.

"Hey buddy, why don't you go upstairs and help mommy make lunch?"

"K daddy. Can I bring my Legos?"

"Sure bud. Here, lemme help you put them in a box."

Lorelai watched as Luke helped the little boy carefully put his half built house into a shoebox and point him to the stairs.

"I'll be up in a minute."

Once the boy was gone, Luke turned to Lorelai.

"Want to go outside?"

She nodded and he led her to the door, pulling on his jacket as he walked.

As they walked to the gazebo, Lorelai began to despise the silence and had to break it.

"So…he's adorable."

"Yeah…he is. I love him, which is strange, seeing as how I've only known him for a few months…who told you?"

"Sookie, but I kinda wished it was you"

"Yeah well, I kinda wished I had heard about where you went from you, but hey, whatever."

"Luke, I…"

"No Lorelai, you might have come to talk to me, but I want to get this out, and seeing as how it was you who left me, I think I should have that privilege."

Lorelai nodded mutely, starting to regret confronting him like this.

"You hurt me. You hurt me worse than any person has ever hurt me before. We were engaged and you just left. You can't have expected me to wait forever for you. I did that once and look how it turned out. I loved you Lorelai, but a relationship can't be built on one person's feelings. We dated for over a year, we were engaged, but you never once said I love you. Then after you left, I figured you never were in love. You just felt everything slipping away and decided you couldn't handle that. After a couple months, when I figured out you weren't coming back, I went to your house and packed up all my stuff and did the same with my apartment. That's when I was sure. I had to pack up ten boxes of my stuff from your house, clothes, bathroom things, personal items. But I only had one box of your things to pack up. One box. It was a box of nick-nacks and insignificant items that you only left there out of necessity or forgetfulness. I was more invested in this relationship than you were."

"Luke, no…"

"I'm not done. Then Rachel came into town with Hunter. And she offered everything you wouldn't or couldn't. She loves me and we have Hunter together. She isn't commitment-phobic and she doesn't run away when things get tough. You and me…we may have been good for a while. Great even, but we just don't belong together, not in the end."

No no no no

Lorelai was screaming in her head for him to take back the words, to take back everything he said, but she knew it was true, at least from what he knew, and before she could say anything, he was gone.

He had walked away, back to the diner and his loving girlfriend and adorable son.

When she got home, the first thing Lorelai did was to go get the box out of her room and try to stuff it into the top of the downstairs closet. It didn't work, however, because something was already at the top of the closet. On closer inspection, she realized it was another box filled with pictures. When she pulled it down, she saw it was pictures of her and Luke with a note stuck to the top.

Lorelai-

Wasn't sure what I should do with these, so I stuck them up here. Didn't want you to come home to a messy house and figured you didn't want any reminders- I took a few, but left most of them

-Luke

After looking through them, she noticed that some of her favorites were missing, pictures of her and Luke at the diner and some of the festivals she had drug him to; including the one Rachel had taken of them. Just thinking of Rachel made Lorelai frown. She knew it wasn't Rachel's fault her and Luke were over, but Lorelai couldn't help but wonder that maybe if Rachel hadn't come back with Hunter, her and Luke would have at least had a chance.

The picture of them when they had babysat for Jackson and Sookie was also gone…hmm…maybe he wanted to show Rachel he could handle kids…

Lorelai slammed the box closed and shoved it to the bottom of the closet so she could put the other box up top. It was time to move on, close the Luke box that had been open for years and open a new box. A better box.

The only problem is that there probably isn't a better box. Luke is it for me, I know it now and I should have known it when I left.

Lorelai decided to ignore the little voice in her head. There had to be a guy out there better than Luke. She didn't know what she would do if there wasn't.

When Luke got back to the diner after his talk, or more like vent, to Lorelai, he found Caesar was handling everything and went upstairs. There he found Rachel with Hunter eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She looked up when he walked in and gave him a sad smile.

"Hunter said a pretty brown-haired lady was downstairs. She's back isn't she? She heard about us and came running back. Hunter and I should go; we can stay at the motel now."

Rachel started to get up, but Luke put his hand on her arm to stop her.

"No Rach, Lorelai and I are over. I told her that when she came over. It's me and you now. We have Hunter…we're a family."

Luke looked at her with pleading eyes and Rachel nodded slowly. Luke had picked her. He had picked her over Lorelai.

As Rachel went to throw her napkin away, she wished she could feel some victory in this, but all she felt was sadness. She knew Luke was in love with Lorelai, she had known it 4 years ago when she left with their son unknowingly in tow. The fact that Luke had chosen to be with them instead of Lorelai only confirmed what she had known the first second she met him, that Luke was a good man, one of the few really good ones, and he wouldn't abandon them for anything in the world, even true love.

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