I know you guys must hate me right now, but I promise that the long wait for this update (hey I rhymed) was not my fault. Apparently the kid growing inside me decided that I should be sick all day everyday. So for the past 3 months I've not been feeling very javajunkeish. Forgive me. And thank you to Ronata, who checked up on me to make sure I wasn't dead. I owe you a One Shot Pleasure. (don't say dirty, too easy.)

Ok. And now chapter 5 of You'll Get It.

------------------------------------Rory's POV----------------------------------------

Finally we get to Luke's and sit at our table. Maybe now she'll start eating and stop whining. I feel so bad for her. But I'm glad it's not me. She sneezes for like the hundredth time this hour.

Bless you. Poor mommy, I know how much she hates having a cold.

Thank you. Ugh, I hate having a cold. Because she reminds me every time she gets one.

I know you do.

Ugh, it's bad enough being sick, but anybody can have a cold. Here comes the 'I want a special sickness' rant.

I know they can. It's best to play along. I wonder what she will come up with this time. Last year she had a wandering spleen.

I mean, I'd like to have a good illness, something different, impressive. Just once I'd like to be able to say, "Yeah, I'm not feeling so good, my leg is haunted." Oh boy.

See, there's a reason why you only take one packet of Theraflu at a time. Not that it would have made a difference.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh good Luke's bringing our food.

All right, pancakes, one fried egg, side of bacon. Chicken noodle soup, side of mashed potatoes.

Thanks, Luke.

Thanks.

How's the cold coming? Luke cares so much about mom. I am glad they finally made up.

It's fine.

Any better?

It's fine.

It's the third day in a row you've ordered soup for breakfast. Wow, he's counting the days?

Oh, thanks for the tally. Is it just me, or is my mother totally oblivious about how much this man cares about her?

You know what helps get rid of a cold? A caring diner owner to take care of her?

Killing the person who gave it to me? My second guess. Wait someone...

Someone gave it to you?

What? By the way she said that I can tell she's hiding something.

Who gave it to you? She never told me she was seeing anyone. Is she seeing someone?

What?

You're not seeing anyone. At least no one you told me about.

What? Oh my god, she's seeing someone.

Who are you seeing?

What? And she doesn't want me to know.

Mom! I can't believe she's hiding this from me.

What? This must be big.

Who gave you the cold? I am so going to make you tell me.

Yeah Lorelai, who gave you the cold? Luke jumps in to help me get it out of her and mom gives him an 'I'm gonna kill you' look. Then she turns back to me.

Well... you see honey... I was out one night, and um I went out and I um... it was raining and there was this... frog in the rain… I should stop her before this frog story gets out of control ...outside and it was cute and out side with the rain. So I felt sorry for it and so I brought it inside from the rain.

We get the part about the rain being outside. I can see that Luke is getting annoyed. Mom ignores his comment.

And well, it was cute, the frog, you know... so I kissed the frog and then wham…um it turned into Bono.

Bono?

Price William is way too young. Of course. So anyway we start making out like…

Never mind. I know she is doing this to buy herself time. Maybe she doesn't want to tell me while Luke is around. Yeah, that must be it. But she's had this cold for days now and the only reason I now know it was because she was seeing someone, is because she let it slip.

No, wait, it's a really good story.

That I would really not like to hear. Especially if it involves you and the phrase 'making out'.

That makes two of us. That was hasher than usual. He seems mad. Maybe he's jealous mom's seeing yet another guy that's not him. I wish mom would just open her eye and see him as more than just coffee and pie.

Is he ok?

Sure, why shouldn't he be?

He just seems mad. Come on mom, how blind are you.

I'll be right back. She gets up and goes into the storage room where Luke retreated to.

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I quickly get up and follow Luke into the store room, hoping he is not mad at me. I push open the door and see him unpacking big cans of ...I don't know something. His back is turned to me.

Hey I greet him cautiously, as I slowly walk closer to him. But not before locking the door behind me.

Hey. He doesn't sound angry, but he still doesn't look at me.

I'm sorry. I really am. I don't want to hurt him or for him to think I don't care, because I do.

It's ok. I knew he would say that. I know it's not ok. He's just giving me the time I asked for. This must be killing him inside. I don't think I could be as understanding as he is. I would be hurt and upset and ...mad.

Are you mad? Because you should be.

No. I'm now right behind him. I touch his shoulder, hoping he would turn around and look at me. He does.

You look mad. My hand is still on his shoulder.

I'm not. He says softer.

Rory thinks you're mad. As I tell him this I move both of my hands to his chest.

Rory's mistaken. He brings his hands up to hold me around my waist. A sign that he really isn't mad, but I continue to make sure.

I think you're mad too. I can't help running my hands up and down his chest as we talk. He responds by holding me tighter.

You're crazy. I look down at my hands, and then slowly run them over his shoulder to the back of his neck, getting even closer to him.

I look up at his beautiful, blue, caring eyes and say... It's written all over you face. It's not what I really wanted to say, but I chickened out.

I'll wash it off. Wow, a joke, that's a good sigh. I smile at him. And he smiles back. He's so amazing.

Are you sure?

Yep, soap and water should do the trick. This time I giggle little. And he smiles a bit more.

Ok, I think I can now tell him what I've been trying to say since that night at the Inn. Luke...

Lorelai I'm not mad. Really, I'm not. No! Why did he interrupt me? That wasn't what I was going to say. Let's try this again. I take a deep breathe, look him straight in the eye and say...

I will tell Rory. Come on Lorelai, just tell him. Why can't I say it? I am such a chicken.

I know. HEY!...oh..he meant the other thing. It's doesn't matter, I'm a chicken when it comes to both. I'm afraid to tell Rory about Luke and I'm even more afraid to tell Luke how I feel.

I will tell her tonight. There I'm committed.

Ok. He is so great. The perfect man.

Thank you for being so great. And perfect.

You're welcome. He leans in close and kisses me softly on the lips, and I melt. I love his lips, so soft and smooth and sweet. He pulls back and I open my eyes to look at him again. I get so lost in his eyes. I've got to get a grip. I begin to speak again.

So, if you're not mad, then I came in here for nothing.

Pretty much.

Do you know the effort it took to walk all the way in here with a hunted leg?

A what? Poor man has no idea what I'm talking about. This is fun.

And now I have to walk all the way back out there. My leg will not be happy about that.

What are you talking about? He looks so confuse. He's cute when he's like this. He's cute all the time.

Nothing. I kiss him this time. I kept it small and soft, afraid of where it might lead if it was anything but. When I pull away, I tell him...I gonna go now.

Ok he says, and lets me go slowly. I'm missing his hand already. I turn around and head to the door. As I'm about to open it he calls me. Hey Lorelai?

I turn around. Yes. He walks over to me, gently takes my face in his hands and kisses me. It starts out soft like the others, but then it got more passionate and heated. I grabbed onto the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, as I taste his tongue in my mouth. I am ready to rip his clothes off. But then he stops. I open my eyes and see him smirking at me. Teasing me is fun for him. It's fun for me too. And I will get him back for doing this to me. Later. Right now I have to get back out to Rory.

If you're not careful you'll get this cold back.

It would be worth it.

I know it was for me. After one final stare, we let each other go, and I make my way back to Rory.

IN THE DINER- Lorelai sit at the table with Rory.

So?

What?

Was he mad?

No.

Then what took you so long?

Um.. I was... trying to get him to put bacon and sausage bits into my soup instead of those orange things.

Oh, that sounds good. I want some.

He said no.

Did you smile sweetly at him?

Yep.

Did you bat your eye?

Yep.

Did you pout?

Yep.

Were you as annoying as you could possibly be?

Even more so than when I tried to get you to try the peanut butter, tuna and banana sandwich I made.

So no bacon and sausage soup?

No bacon and sausage soup.

Too bad, it really does sound good.

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I know I mentioned some chapter ago about naming my first born Reviews, but now that I actually am pregnant, I don't think my husband or my family would like it very much. Any suggestion. And just so you know my family has 5 pairs of twins, I may be next.

Oh and please review this chapter.