"You can go home," she tells him.
"Are you sure?"
"Babe, I've been sleeping by myself since I was five. Go talk to your dad."
He sighs and says, "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," he says, and leans down to kiss her, but she turns and gives him her cheek. "What-?"
"The baby doesn't like the smell of your cologne. But I'll see you tomorrow," she says, blowing him a kiss.
"Tomorrow," he says, and walks out the door.
Luke was wishing that the drive to his house would never end. Mostly because now, his dad can yell at him and say all the things he really wanted to say, but wouldn't in front of Lorelai. He arrives home and the porch light is left on, and the living room is dimly lit. When he walks in, his father is surrounded by old photo albums and boxes of his mothers belongings. A slight smile appears on William's face, which is a result of the paper he is looking at. A letter?
"Um, dad," Luke says, making his presence known.
William looks up and says, "Son, come over here." Luke does so, still standing, "Well, sit boy, I don't bite."
"Dad, look-"
"No, you listen to me. I may not be thrilled about this baby right now, but give me time. I wasn't exactly thrilled about Lizzy's baby either, if you remember," William begins.
"Well, duh, she's seventeen and the father is a jerk who needs to be in jail," Luke says.
"Yes, she is, yes he does, and you are two and a half years older than she is. I expected you to have sense enough to use protection. But, what's done is done. You are a good man, and both Lorelai and her child adore you."
"And I adore them, but-"
"Stop interrupting me boy, let me finish," William scolds, Luke nods. "You are probably wondering why I am surrounded by all these boxes and albums of us when your mother was still alive. Well, she told me once, when she was near the end of her illness, that when her son falls in love and has children of his own, to sit down and talk with him and let you know that she will always be proud of you, and that she wants you to look back on your childhood and give your kids the best childhood that they could ever have. She also told me to give you this," William hands him a diamond ring, then continues, "she said that she would be honored if the woman you love wears this ring for the rest of your lives."
"Dad, I'm not going to propose to Lorelai anytime soon," Luke says, taking the ring.
"That's fine, but when you do, give her this ring. It's what your mother wanted, and its what I want," he pauses, "Lucas, I want to be involved in your child's life. Don't ever doubt that."
"I won't," Luke says, then says, "I'm going to bed. Night dad," Luke tells his father, then gets up.
"Night son," William returns, then warns, "Get as much sleep as you can, cause when the baby comes, you're gonna miss the back of your eyelids."
"I'll remember that."
Rory is walking around the apartment, doing what babies do, finding things to hide from mommy. Lorelai walks out of the bathroom and mumbles, "I do not miss that."
Rory looks at her mom and says, "Mama," then 'runs' to Lorelai.
Lorelai picks up her daughter and says, "What angel?"
"Hungey mama," Rory says, trying to say hungry.
"You're hungry, baby?" Lorelai asks, Rory nods. "Lets see what we have around here."
After searching for something to feed her two year old, Lorelai gives up. Mostly because there seems to be nothing in the house, and because someone is knocking on the door.
She opens the door, "Luke, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I told you I'd see you tomorrow, and its tomorrow," he says, and leans down to kiss her, she pulls away slightly and he says, "No cologne today, or for the next nine months, per my child's request."
"Well, in that case," Lorelai says, and pulls him for a kiss, which makes up for the missed good-night kiss.
"Eew," they hear Rory say, and turn to see her covering her eyes.
"That has got to be the cutest thing I have ever seen," Lorelai says.
"Done?" Rory asks, still with her eyes closed.
"Yes, now, back to looking for food," Lorelai says, walking away from Luke.
"No need. I come baring food," he says, then gets out ingredients for crapes.
"My hero," Lorelai says then asks, "So, how was it last night?"
"It was fine."
"Luke, tell me."
"Well…" he tells her all the things his father told him last night, minus the part about the ring, "…that's it. See, it all worked out."
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