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Spoilers: eep? I don't think...
Summary: A nursery window. Future lit-fluff.
Scene from a nursery window
Luke crossed his arms uncomfortably as he watched his girlfriend. "Don't get any ideas."
Lorelai smirked as she pressed her hands and nose up to the glass window that separated them from the hospital nursery. "She's perfect, isn't she?"
"She's a baby," Luke shrugged. "She looks exactly the same as every other baby in there."
Lorelai whirled around, giving him a shocked look. "How can you say that? She's so much prettier than any other baby in there!"
Luke rolled his eyes.
"You'll feel differently once you hold her."
"I'm not holding any babies."
"Oh, yes you are," Lorelai ordered. "If you don't hold that baby, Rory will think you hate her, and start freaking out."
"I don't hate her," Luke protested. "I just don't like babies."
"Luke..."
"I'll probably drop her or something."
"No you won't," Lorelai argued. "You sit when you hold her. You can't drop a baby when you're sitting."
"You'd be surprised."
"You are holding that baby," Lorelai told him. "She needs to know her uncle."
Luke sighed and stared inside the nursery.
Lorelai smiled. "Come on... how can you not fall in love with that sweet, little face?"
"Because that 'sweet little face' will probably give me heart problems in the near future."
"She's a little Angel."
"She's Jess's."
Lorelai considered this. "That's not the point..."
Luke nodded. "Leather jacket; bad attitude; cigarettes; book sticking out of her back pocket."
"She's Rory's too," Lorelai reminded him.
"Two books, then."
Lorelai couldn't help but snicker.
"It's not funny," Luke snapped. "She could wind up flunking out of high school and running away."
"Or going to Yale."
"Haven't you people ever heard of Tabula Rasa?"
They turned and watched Jess saunter up.
"What's that?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jess walked over and looked into the nursery. "It's Latin. It means clean slate."
Lorelai smiled and looked in, standing next to Jess. "How does fatherhood feel so far, Dad?"
Jess nodded. "Good. Scary, but good."
"How's Rory?" Luke asked, standing on Jess's other side.
"Sleeping," the younger man replied.
They stood in silence, just looking in.
"She's beautiful," Lorelai said. "She looks like Rory did when she was born."
Luke rolled his eyes. "All babies look the same when they're first born."
Jess smirked. "Are you saying my kid looks the same as that weird one in the corner?"
Luke glanced in, and wrinkled his nose a little. "Okay. There are subtle differences."
"Please," Jess scoffed. "My kid's the best-looking one in there."
Lorelai smiled. "She is, isn't she?"
"You're both insane," Luke marveled.
Again, they lapsed into silence.
To Luke and Lorelai's surprise, it was Jess who broke it.
"I don't wanna screw this up," he admitted quietly.
"You're still here," Lorelai said. "You're off to a good start."
"And if you run off, I'll kill you," Luke reassured.
"I don't think I could run, even if I wanted to."
Lorelai snickered. "Somebody's in love."
It was Jess's turn to roll his eyes.
"You hear that, Baby?" Lorelai said to the baby through the glass. "Your daddy loves you so much."
"She's talking to a glass window," Jess pointed out.
"Well, it's a good thing there's a psychiatric ward upstairs," Luke replied.
Lorelai pouted a little. "Mean." She smiled when she thought of something else. "Have you guys named her yet?"
Jess simply nodded.
They waited.
"Well?" Luke asked.
Jess smirked.
Lorelai glared. "Evil boy. Tell us."
"Gertrude Stein Mariano," Jess replied, as serious as a heart attack.
The couple fell into silence.
"You wouldn't," Lorelai said.
Jess merely turned back to the nursery window.
"Jess!"
"Alice," he said quickly. "Alice Lorelai Mariano."
Luke smirked.
Lorelai smiled and looked back at the baby. "Hi, Alice. I'm grandma Lorelai."
"There she goes again," Luke muttered.
Jess nodded. "I'll get the straight jacket ready."
"Oh, like you won't talk to her," Lorelai accused.
"Not through a glass window," Jess replied.
"I wanna hold her," Lorelai told them, changing the subject yet again.
"Go ahead," Jess nodded.
"Have you held her yet?" Lorelai asked.
Jess gave another nod.
"And? How did it feel?"
"Like I was holding a baby."
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go hold my granddaughter."
Both men watched her walk into the nursery.
"You'd better watch out," Jess said. "She might start getting ideas."
Luke groaned. "Don't remind me. And for god's sake, don't remind her. The last thing I need is a little ankle-biter running around."
Jess smirked. "You better be nice to my kid."
"I'll be nice," Luke replied. "I don't wanna hold her."
"Rory will kill you if you don't."
Luke sighed.
"It's not that bad," Jess told him. "It's..." he trailed off, not sure what to say.
Luke smirked. "You're going soft."
Jess glared at his uncle.
"You're turning cuddly."
"Shut up."
Spoilers: eep? I don't think...
Summary: A nursery window. Future lit-fluff.
Scene from a nursery window
Luke crossed his arms uncomfortably as he watched his girlfriend. "Don't get any ideas."
Lorelai smirked as she pressed her hands and nose up to the glass window that separated them from the hospital nursery. "She's perfect, isn't she?"
"She's a baby," Luke shrugged. "She looks exactly the same as every other baby in there."
Lorelai whirled around, giving him a shocked look. "How can you say that? She's so much prettier than any other baby in there!"
Luke rolled his eyes.
"You'll feel differently once you hold her."
"I'm not holding any babies."
"Oh, yes you are," Lorelai ordered. "If you don't hold that baby, Rory will think you hate her, and start freaking out."
"I don't hate her," Luke protested. "I just don't like babies."
"Luke..."
"I'll probably drop her or something."
"No you won't," Lorelai argued. "You sit when you hold her. You can't drop a baby when you're sitting."
"You'd be surprised."
"You are holding that baby," Lorelai told him. "She needs to know her uncle."
Luke sighed and stared inside the nursery.
Lorelai smiled. "Come on... how can you not fall in love with that sweet, little face?"
"Because that 'sweet little face' will probably give me heart problems in the near future."
"She's a little Angel."
"She's Jess's."
Lorelai considered this. "That's not the point..."
Luke nodded. "Leather jacket; bad attitude; cigarettes; book sticking out of her back pocket."
"She's Rory's too," Lorelai reminded him.
"Two books, then."
Lorelai couldn't help but snicker.
"It's not funny," Luke snapped. "She could wind up flunking out of high school and running away."
"Or going to Yale."
"Haven't you people ever heard of Tabula Rasa?"
They turned and watched Jess saunter up.
"What's that?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jess walked over and looked into the nursery. "It's Latin. It means clean slate."
Lorelai smiled and looked in, standing next to Jess. "How does fatherhood feel so far, Dad?"
Jess nodded. "Good. Scary, but good."
"How's Rory?" Luke asked, standing on Jess's other side.
"Sleeping," the younger man replied.
They stood in silence, just looking in.
"She's beautiful," Lorelai said. "She looks like Rory did when she was born."
Luke rolled his eyes. "All babies look the same when they're first born."
Jess smirked. "Are you saying my kid looks the same as that weird one in the corner?"
Luke glanced in, and wrinkled his nose a little. "Okay. There are subtle differences."
"Please," Jess scoffed. "My kid's the best-looking one in there."
Lorelai smiled. "She is, isn't she?"
"You're both insane," Luke marveled.
Again, they lapsed into silence.
To Luke and Lorelai's surprise, it was Jess who broke it.
"I don't wanna screw this up," he admitted quietly.
"You're still here," Lorelai said. "You're off to a good start."
"And if you run off, I'll kill you," Luke reassured.
"I don't think I could run, even if I wanted to."
Lorelai snickered. "Somebody's in love."
It was Jess's turn to roll his eyes.
"You hear that, Baby?" Lorelai said to the baby through the glass. "Your daddy loves you so much."
"She's talking to a glass window," Jess pointed out.
"Well, it's a good thing there's a psychiatric ward upstairs," Luke replied.
Lorelai pouted a little. "Mean." She smiled when she thought of something else. "Have you guys named her yet?"
Jess simply nodded.
They waited.
"Well?" Luke asked.
Jess smirked.
Lorelai glared. "Evil boy. Tell us."
"Gertrude Stein Mariano," Jess replied, as serious as a heart attack.
The couple fell into silence.
"You wouldn't," Lorelai said.
Jess merely turned back to the nursery window.
"Jess!"
"Alice," he said quickly. "Alice Lorelai Mariano."
Luke smirked.
Lorelai smiled and looked back at the baby. "Hi, Alice. I'm grandma Lorelai."
"There she goes again," Luke muttered.
Jess nodded. "I'll get the straight jacket ready."
"Oh, like you won't talk to her," Lorelai accused.
"Not through a glass window," Jess replied.
"I wanna hold her," Lorelai told them, changing the subject yet again.
"Go ahead," Jess nodded.
"Have you held her yet?" Lorelai asked.
Jess gave another nod.
"And? How did it feel?"
"Like I was holding a baby."
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go hold my granddaughter."
Both men watched her walk into the nursery.
"You'd better watch out," Jess said. "She might start getting ideas."
Luke groaned. "Don't remind me. And for god's sake, don't remind her. The last thing I need is a little ankle-biter running around."
Jess smirked. "You better be nice to my kid."
"I'll be nice," Luke replied. "I don't wanna hold her."
"Rory will kill you if you don't."
Luke sighed.
"It's not that bad," Jess told him. "It's..." he trailed off, not sure what to say.
Luke smirked. "You're going soft."
Jess glared at his uncle.
"You're turning cuddly."
"Shut up."