Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did, things would have been much fluffier, much sooner…oh, and Luke would have tighter jeans…teehee

A/N: Yeah, I seem to have created my own Gilmore Girls alternate dimension, so there will be no April (though if there were, Luke would have told Lorelai about it by now), no Jess returning, and Logan is not a drunk, arrogant ass. This is a sequel to my story A Siren's Tears, so you should probably read that first. Like that one, this is a Java Junkie and a Rogan.

This story takes place a little over a year after A Siren's Tears ended.

And without further ado, I give you…..Lavender Blue

This chapter is in Luke's point of view (POV), thoughts in italics

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Chapter 1- Twinkie of Death (aka: A Deal's a Deal)

"Luuu-uuuke, Cofeeeeeeeee!" Lorelai sing-songed as she breezed through the door of the diner to "her" stool at the counter.

And it begins…

Luke didn't even glance up from the breakfast receipts he was going over. "Not on your life," he said calmly.

Lorelai chuckled nervously as she pulled on the fingers of her gloves to remove them. "Um Luke, this is not the time for jokes. I woke up late, we seem to be out of coffee at home, which is weird because I could have sworn I just bought some, anyway the point is I haven't had any coffee yet and my caffineometer is on empty, and Rory will be here any minute to pick me up for a marathon graduation slash shoe slash whatever catches our eye shop-a-thon….SO, one large cup of joe ASAP!" She emphasized her demand by smacking her hand palm down on the counter.

She thinks if she talks fast enough I'll forget, and just give it to her…HA!

Luke set his receipts down on the counter, stuck his pen behind his right ear, crossed his arms on his chest, and adopted his patented wide stance. He looked Lorelai in the eyes and didn't say a word.

"Please?" Lorelai said meekly, ducking her head.

The corner of Luke's lips twitched, but he didn't budge.

She's good. Trying to make me think she's accepting defeat. She's got something else up her sleeve…I'd bet the diner on it.

"Look Buddy," Lorelai said forcefully, holding up her left hand, "I've got a ring right here that guarantees me free coffee for life. It's written in gold, which is just as good…no…better than being written in stone!"

And there it is!

Luke's expression didn't change. "Prove it," he challenged.

Lorelai's mouth dropped open in shock and horror, "Prove it? That would require me to take the ring off. My Wedding ring, Luke. This ring hasn't been off my finger since you put it on there."

Luke shrugged, and continued to look at Lorelai nonchalantly.

Lorelai considered for a minute, "If I take it off, will you put it back on?"

"Nope."

Cause we both know there's no way you're taking it off.

She pouted, and then rallied for another attack. "Hey wait a minute! You had the ring engraved, what do you have Alzheimer's or something?"

Reel her in slow, Danes….

Luke leaned in and rested his elbows on the counter in front of his wife. "I remember exactly what is engraved on that band, but you neglected to read the fine print."

"Fine print?"

Hook, line, and sinker….

"Void during pregnancy." Luke's eyes twinkled.

Pregnancy. Pregnant. We're gonna have a baby!

"It doesn't say that!" Lorelai was outraged.

Luke kissed her quickly on the nose, "Again I say, 'prove it'. We had a deal, Lorelai. I believe your catchy slogan was, 'If the strip turns pink, no coffee will I drink'."

Lorelai's eyes lit up. "Ahhh, wasn't there a second part to that there slogan Lucas?"

Uh Oh...

"Another part? I don't think so…I have stock to unload so…." Luke turned to walk away but froze as he heard Lorelai cheerfully singing the other half of the slogan that described their pregnancy deal.

"With a baby on the way, Luke eats whatever I say."

Oh Crap…

"Oh look what I just found here in my purse….a Twinkie," Lorelai waved the Twinkie back and forth in front of Luke's nose. "You look hungry Luke, I think you need a Twinkie," she unwrapped it and held it out to Luke.

And she says she loves me….

Luke took the Twinkie gingerly and paled. "Lorelai, please don't make me eat this. I've seen studies, these things are indestructible--"

"—I know isn't it great? I heard they have one with Thomas Jefferson's teeth marks in it at the Smithsonian. Now eat up," she grinned

Luke's stomach rolled.

Oh God. She should have a job with the government. Mental torture is legal right?

Lorelai whipped out a camera and readied herself to take a picture of the historic event about to happen.

Luke lowered the Twinkie to the counter, "Absolutely not! No pictures! I agreed to eat it, I did not agree to let you document it and mock me for all eternity."

Lorelai looked at him sympathetically, "Aw Honey, the mocking will come, whether or not I have visual aids. The pictures are for Rory and the baby. It wouldn't be fair for them to miss out on it."

Someday I hope to figure out how she makes the insane sound reasonable.

Luke turned his attention back to his nemesis and prepared to take a bite.

"You don't really have to eat it, you know," Lorelai offered, slyly.

Luke raised his eyebrows skeptically.

Now what is she up to?

"Just give me one little cup of coffee and the Twinkie will disappear," she grinned.

Probably into her own mouth...no way…

"No deal. I would rather I suffer than the baby."

Lorelai laughed, "Luke, the baby is smaller than a peanut and floating in a warm fluid-filled sac…I don't think there would be any suffering from coffee."

Luke shrugged and bit off half the Twinkie, just as the diner bells jingled and Lorelai's camera flash went off.

So much for saved by the bell….

"Luke, are you eating a…Twinkie?" A very confused Rory asked.

Mouth full of disgusting sponge cake, all Luke could do was nod.

"Why on Earth would you do that?"

Lorelai grinned and looked at Luke. He grinned back and gave a short nod as he continued chewing.

No time like the present…

Lorelai's eyes lit up as she excitedly grabbed Rory's arm. "Rory, honey, the rabbit died!"

Rory turned accusing eyes at Luke.

Whoa…where's the happy face?

"Luke! You let her get a rabbit! It specifically says in the Lorelai Danes manual that she is not allowed any living pets! What were you thinking?"

Luke swallowed and tried to explain, "Rory, I--"

But Rory was too far into her tirade to listen, or notice his shell-shocked expression. "That bunny's demise is on your conscience, buddy, I hope you can sleep at night--"

She was cut off by Lorelai's shrill whistle. Rory and Luke looked over and saw she was waving her arms over her head like a football referee.

"Penalty--number three for total misinterpretation of pop culture reference and unnecessary roughness to the step-father type unit," Lorelai was making meaningless hand gestures while speaking.

Months of Monday night football and this is all she can do…well that and say "dirty" every time they talk about the tight ends…

Rory plopped down onto the stool next to her mother and buried her hands on her arms.

"Sorry Luke," she muffled through her coat sleeves.

"What's goin' on with you kiddo? It's not like you to miss a Laverne and Shirley reference," Lorelai said, rubbing Rory's back.

Rory raised her head and took a sip of the coffee Luke placed in front of her.

"Everything is just so crazy right now. My professors seem determined to make sure that I learn…oh I don't know…everything in the universe…in the few months left till graduation; Logan's been traveling on business with his father for the past three weeks, and I miss him; I have tons of articles to edit for the YDN, on top of all the papers I have to write for said sadistic professors; and even though the wedding is a year away, Grandma keeps calling me trying to nail down wedding plans; and Oh MY GOD DID YOU JUST SAY LAVERNE AND SHIRLEY!"

What in the hell? Laverne and who? What does that have to do with anything?

By this time Lorelai and Rory were hopping up and down in the middle of the diner laughing and hugging and talking in what appeared to be their own language. Suddenly Rory let go of her mother and ran behind the counter to grab a very confused Luke in a bear hug.

"Congratulations…Daddy," she whispered in his ear, making his face split into a wide grin.

Apparently in some way, the news was delivered…

Suddenly, it was Rory's turn to look confused. She turned her head to face Luke, her arm still around his waist.

"I still don't understand why you were eating a Twinkie."

Luke sighed. "The deal," he said.

"Deal?"

Lorelai pouted. "Meanie-Man over there won't let me have any coffee, so he has to eat whatever I tell him to," her face perked up, "The deal does have a cool slogan though."

"That is maniacal, Mother…I'm in awe." Rory made a mock bow.

Lorelai nodded her head in a regal fashion, "Thank you. It has the added bonus that due to the shock to his system, he will possibly have the closest thing to morning sickness that a man can experience."

Geez, I hadn't thought of that… Luke's stomach rolled again.

The two women giggled together.

"Well, I think in honor of this auspicious occurrence, I will have to give up coffee too;" Rory said.

"Oh honey, with all your stress! You don't have to, really…" Lorelai said soothingly.

"No, I insist. Solidarity, Sister!"

Lorelai's voice became more insistent, "Rory, honey, you really, really don't need to do that." Rory looked confused.

Uh huh.

Luke once again crossed his arms over his chest, raised one eyebrow, and looked at his wife.

"I think it's a great idea, Rory, showing support for your mother. Besides it will keep her from sneaking drinks when you're not looking," he said pointedly.

Lorelai's face scrunched up and she glared at Luke as Rory laughed.

"Mom!" Rory said excitedly, "You know what this means? We now have a graduation slash shoe slash whatever catches our eye slash baby shopping trip."

Lorelai's mouth dropped open, "We'd better get started!" She leaned across the counter to kiss Luke goodbye.

"Hey, did you say the deal had a slogan?" Rory asked, as they walked out of the diner, bells jingling.

Luke watched them go and shook his head, smiling.

Please, God, let it be a boy…

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A/N: Thank you to all of you who reviewed and encouraged me to write a sequel. Sorry it had to wait till now, but last semester was very busy. I will continue to update this story for as long as I can until it's finished, next semester gets too busy, or the muse deserts me…whichever happens first. Reviewers Rule!