William Cade or Isabella Marie?

I gave up looking for the house phone five minutes ago, and pulled out my cell to call my doctor to schedule an appointment. I've been on hold since then, and their hold music leaves you thinking that you were stuck at that ballet with the hippo girl.

"Thank you for calling Dr. Jones' office, how may I help you?" says a cheerful voice on the other end.

"Hi, I'm Lorelai Danes, and I would like to schedule an appointment."

"And when do you prefer to come in, morning or late afternoon?"

"Do you have an early afternoon? Like 1:00 maybe?"

"Let me check" she pauses, "As a matter of fact, we do. How it 1:30 for you?"

"1:30 is perfect. Wait, what day?" 'stupid woman, is she blonde?' I think before she says:

"Uh, June 18th at 1:30."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome" she says, and the line goes dead.

It then dawns on me, 'June 18 is Fathers Day. Luke and I are going to find out what I'm cooking on Fathers day.'

I grab my purse, lock up the house and head to the diner, but stop when I hear a very familiar voice.

"Lorelai, suga! Where are ya off to? You know you shouldn't be walking in your condition." Babette points out.

"I'm going to see my husband, and my doctor said to exercise." I tell her.

She reaches out and rubs my stomach. 'God, I hate that! Some mothers love it when outsiders rub their growing stomachs, but not this one!'

"You're just getting so big, you must be pregnant with twin. Wouldn't that be great, doll?"

"God please don't even joke about that, one is enough, for now." I say, laughing at the thought of having two babies in there.

"For now? You and Luke wanting more after this one?" she asks.

"I don't know. Maybe." Her face lights up, so I decide to make a run-or walk-for it. "Hey, Babette, I really need to see Luke."

"Oh, sorry suga, I'll see you later."

"Okay."

Being pregnant has made me walk a bit slower than before. I got to the diner after 45 minutes of walking, even though its a 15 minute walk.

"Luuuuuke! Where are you my dear?" I yell through the diner.

He comes rushing out of the kitchen, "What! What is it? Are you ok?"

"Whoa there terbo. I'm fine. I just came to see you."

"Ah jeez, don't do that!" he scolds.

"Sorry. Hey, get out your calender."

"Why?" he asks.

"Uh, because I'm standing really close to this coffee pot, thats why."

He takes the coffee pot, and gets out his calender. "Okay, now what?"

"Find June 18 and write Dr. Jones 1:30."

He does so. "Ok, now do you want anything. And NO coffee."

"Mean! Cheeseburger, fries, onion rings and a strawberry milkshake."

"Coming right up." and he disappears in to the kitchen.

We walk in to the doctors office, Luke is rubbing my back.

When we approach the desk a perky woman looks up from her computer and says, "Are you a patient of Dr. Jones?"

"Yes, I have a 1:30 appointment."

She hands me a clip board and says, "I need you to sign in here and then have a seat. The nurse should call you back shortly."

"Thank you." we go and sit. I turn to Luke and say, "So, babe, you ok?"

"Yeah. So, do we find out what 'it' is today?" he asks.

"Well, I want to, I thought you did too."

"I do, I just wasn't sure if we were going to find out today."

"Mrs. Danes?" we hear a woman call. We walk up to her and she says, "Follow me please."

She leads us to a room and instructs me to change in to a gown and the doctor would be in after while.

About five minutes later, a woman in a white lab coat walks in.

"Lorelai, its good to see you again. Hello Luke." Dr. Jones greets.

"Same here Dr. Jones." I reply.

"Good to see you too" Luke tells her.

"Ok, lets check on the baby." she reaches for a bottle of gel and says, "This gel may be a little bit cold."

She squirts it on my belly and I squirm, "Just like last time, Doc, its more than a little cold."

"Sorry. Before we get started, do you want to know the sex?"

Luke takes my hand-like he always does when we have an appointment with Dr. Jones-and says, "Yes, we do." then smiles at me, I smile back and give his hand a squeeze.

"Alright, here we go." she puts the wand on my stomach and moves it around until a loud: 'thump, thump, thump' fills the room. "Okay, that is your baby's heart beat, nice and strong which is what we like. This," she point out a circle shape, "is your baby's head." she moves the wand around for a few more moments and says, "Congratulations, its a...it looks like you are going to have a bouncing baby boy."

There are silent tears running down my face. "Luke, we have a William Cade Danes." I'm still looking at the picture of our son, when I feel something wet fall on my hand. I look up and Luke is also crying-though, he'll deny it later-I reach up and wipe them away, "Oh, babe."

"Lorelai, thank you." he says.

"For what?" I ask.

He looks me square in the eye and says, "For walking in to my diner nine years ago, for dating me, for marrying me, for giving me a son."

He has just made more tears roll down my face. I bring him down for a sweet kiss and say, "You're welcome. I would do it all again." he kisses my forehead. "Luke?"

"Yeah"

I look at our son, then at him, smile and reply, "Happy Fathers Day."

sorry it took a while to update...but, i've been busy with school (icky). i hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'm gonna throw in a shopping chapter next, or...maybe not. until i can figure out what else to write, this will just have to suffice.