It's been over a month since Luke and Lorelai began dating. They both know how the other feels, with out saying the words. Rory is going to be turning two in a couple days, and Lorelai wants to throw her a little party.
"What two year old needs a birthday party?" Luke asks, still unsure why a toddler needs a birthday party when they won't remember it.
"Mine. Luke, she's going to be two. Which means that she is sixteen years away from leaving me. I want to savor every moment that I have with her," Lorelai says, getting a bit over emotional about the subject.
"Sixteen years is a long time, Lorelai. You know when she does eventually leave you, she'll always need you. That fact will never change. You are her mother, her rock, she'll always need you," Luke says, not realizing that Lorelai is getting emotional, for the third time that day and sixth time that week.
"Don't say that," she cries. When he turns around he sees her on her knees crying.
"A jeez, Lorelai," he says, walking over to her he picks her up and walks them over to the couch to sit, "Baby, I'm sorry."
She cries on his shoulder for a few minutes and she says, "I know. I just-she's growing up so fast."
"That's what happens, kids grow up," Luke says, still trying to comfort her, and failing miserably.
"Yeah, I know," she says, giving him a slight smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for calming me down."
"Anytime," he says, smiling. "Why have you been crying so much lately?"
"I don't know. Stress?" she says shrugging her shoulders.
"Maybe. But what would you be stressed about?"
"Hell if I know," she answers.
'Ok, I can't do anything in Stars Hollow, people would talk. Can't go to Hartford, don't want to run into my parents…though why they're in a pharmacy, is beyond me. I'll have to drive to Woodbridge. I wonder if Luke will let me use his truck…damn! I don't know how to drive a stick! Oh well, you learn something new everyday.'
Lorelai walks over to Luke when he's done with the customer.
"Hey," she says, hugging him from behind.
"Hey, we're working," he points out.
"Really? I thought we were bowling," she jokes. "Do you think that I can use your truck when I get off? I'm going to go to Woodbridge for more decorations for Rory's party," she lies.
"Lorelai, as much as I care for you and your feelings, you suck at driving a stick, in fact, I've never seen you drive a stick before," he says.
Lorelai smiles wickedly at him, "Well, then, what was that we did a few weeks ago?"
"Ah jeez! Must you bring that up in public?" he asks, blushing slightly.
"Absolutely. Pleeease, can I use your truck? I'll make it worth your while," she tempts him.
And it works, "Fine."
"I'm out!" Lorelai yells in the back, so William knows that she is done with her shift. She walks over to Luke and says, "Keys please."
"One thing first," Luke says. Lorelai leans up and kisses him. "No, not that, though it was a nice gesture. Tell me why you need the truck."
"I already told you. Decorations," she lies again.
"Ok, yeah. Now, tell me the truth," he says, seeing through her lie.
"Can we talk about this somewhere else? Like, upstairs?" she begs, grabbing his hand.
"Yeah," he answers, and lets her lead him into her apartment. "Now, what do you need my truck for?"
She sighs, and has a flash back to two years and six months ago.
"Hey Lor, what's up?"
"I think that I'm pregnant. No, I'm sure of it. Chris, I'm three months late. What are we going to do?"
"We're going to go and get a test and then if its positive, we will tell our parents, and if its not, then we have nothing to worry about."
"Lorelai, why do you need the truck?" he asks again.
"Luke, I think I'm…" she begins.
"What?"
"I think that I'm pregnant."