Chapter 3: His Truth Comes Out

Our cloths are thrown all over our room. I'm wrapped in Luke's strong arms, and we're just staring at each other letting our heart rates return to their normal pace.

"Luke," I say, coming out in a whisper.

"Yeah," he answers.

"I think we need to talk." I tell him.

"About what?" he asks, I hope she's not changing her mind. And he lets me go.

Why did you go and do that, now I'm cold. I sit up and wrap the sheet around myself and say, "About you." his face goes blank. "Babe, face it, I know you too well. I can tell when something is going on. Now, you've been acting…well, not like Luke. Are you…" I can feel the tears burn the back of my eyes, despite my best efforts, they roll down my cheeks. "I mean, you, uh-you still want to get married right?"

He pulls me to him and I rest my head on his shoulder, and I hear him say, "Yes, I still want to get married, you are the only one I'd want to marry." I smile, and he kisses my head.

I pull away and say to this beautiful man, "Then, what's wrong Luke? You can tell me; its part of this 'no secrets' thing we've got going on."

He sighs one of his long heavy sighs, when he knows he's been caught. "Okay, but, just remember, I was and still am trying to find the best way to tell you something. I found out about this the day Rory came home, and you were so happy, I didn't want to be the one to spoil it for you, that's Michelle's job."

"Okay, I'm listening," I say with a smile.

"Okay, here goes nothing. As I was saying, I got some life changing news," my face falls and as if he knows what I'm thinking and he says, "No, I'm not sick. This twelve year old girl came into the diner and said she needed a hair sample from me, so she plucked a hair from my head-and it hurt. This was for the seventh grade science fair by the way. She was doing DNA tests on me and two other guys to see which one was-is-her father. Lucky me, I have a twelve year old daughter named April."

I'm sitting in our bed, staring at Luke. Luke has a long lost daughter, I'm not mad or upset, just shocked.

"Lorelai, say something, please." He pleads.

I gently kiss him and say, "Hon, there's no need to be scared that I'm going to leave, I could never leave you, I don't think that I'd be able to breathe. I'm not mad, just shocked."

"Lorelai, you don't have to suppress your feelings," he tells me, and he's right, I don't.

"Luke, I'm not suppressing anything. Please believe me." I tell him.

Apparently its not registering in that head of his, he has probably wore that baseball cap too tight, because he then tells me, "Look, if you want out, then I won't stop you."

"Lucas William Danes! I can't believe you just said that to me. Why would you say that to me? You think that I would leave you because you have a kid? Luke, I have a kid too, and you're still here!" I say angrily at him, because what he just told me.

"I know, but, you were so excited about getting married and starting a family and-"

I cut him off, "-And I still am! I'm a bit sad that I'm not the first, and only, one to make Luke Danes a daddy, but, I'm still excited about being your wife and the mother of our future children. Luke, listen to me. You do not have to go through this alone, I'm here. With you. For ever." After I'm done with my speech, I wrap him in my arms and I can feel the weight lift off his shoulders by the sigh of relief that he takes.

"I know. I'm sorry for thinking like that. I just don't want you to feel trapped in this relationship. I want you 'in' because you want to," he explains.

I kiss his neck as I pull away to look at him then I say, "Believe me, I'm in, all in."

"I've heard that somewhere before." he says.

I smile and go along with it, "Yeah, me too. I believe that the last time I heard it-from you-was at Sniffy's Tavern. Then after dinner we had dessert. Let me tell you, that dessert keeps getting better and better." I tell him playfully.

He kisses me passionately and says, "Yeah, it does," and he is kissing me again, with just as much passion.

"So, you're a daddy," I say when he pulls away.

"Yeah, why?" he asks, looking at me.

"Just wondering if you want to start trying for our own baby; I mean, I know that we're not married yet, but, its just an idea. Because, if you do, then these," I pull out my birth control pills and finish, "are gone."

He's staring at me for the longest time before he asks, "Have you already taken the one for today?"

I look at the package and say, "Nope."

He takes the package and throws it in our bathroom and says, "Good, get rid of them all. I'm ready to start our family."

I smile and say, "Me too."