Chapter 4: Merry Christmas Luke
It's been four weeks since Luke has told me about April, and since he and I have decided to try for our own child.
I'm driving back to Stars Hollow from Hartford. I pull up in front of our house, and come out about five minutes later with a really dope-y grin on my face; get in my car and drive to the diner.
When I get inside, I tell Lane to cover for Luke for a while, and she agrees and I grab Luke's hand and drag him up to his old apartment.
"What are you do-" I cut him off with my lips on his in a fierce yet passionate kiss. And pull away with that same dope-y grin.
I reach for one of his arms and he says, "Lorelai, what are you doing."
I ignore him and put his hand and put it on my lower stomach, look up at him with happy tears in my eyes and say, "Merry Christmas daddy."
"What!" he asks, I pull out the pregnancy test that I took at home and show him that its positive. He picks me up in a hug and says, "This is the best Christmas present ever!"
"I know," I say, but it comes out as a whisper.
"Have you told anyone else yet?"
"No, you're the first to know about baby Danes here." I smile, and then say, "I think I know how we can tell Rory."
"How?"
"We could buy her a t-shirt that says, 'I'm the BIG Sister,' and give it to her Christmas morning, but, as her very last present, from us at least." I explain.
He nods, "Okay, I like that idea," and he kisses me again, then gets on his knees, pulls my shirt up and kisses my stomach where our unborn child is. I look down and watch him. He stands and hugs me and tells me, "I love you."
"I love you too," I tell him, and hugging him tighter I say to him, "Thanks for making me a mommy." Again.
To this he says, "Thanks for making me a daddy"
I smile and tell him, "Any time."