A/N: The long awaited chapter…I hope you all like it!

I'm in my eighth month of pregnancy. In four weeks, Baby William and Baby Bella will be in my arms. Which is a good thing on a couple of levels: Luke and I can see who we created, my back and feet won't hurt, I'll get my figure back, and I can get back to work.

Today, Luke and I get to see the nursery that Tom built for our babies. I'm sitting on the bed in Sookie's guest room when Luke walks in and sees me wince in pain; he rushes to my side.

"Lorelai, are you ok?" He asks.

"Just peachy. Your son or daughter, not sure which one, has decided that mommy's kidney is a basket ball," I tell him.

He lets out a chuckle, "Do you mean soccer ball?"

"Is that the one you kick?" I suck at sports. He nods, "Then, yes that is what I meant."

He binds down to my stomach and says to our kids, "Be nice to mommy. I know its getting crowded, but hold on a few more weeks."

"Can you believe it? In a few weeks we'll have our babies with us. It seems like an eternity ago when I found out I was pregnant," I say in complete awe.

"I know," Luke says, and then kisses me.

"So, are you ready to see their room?" I ask anxiously.

"Yes, come on. Tom is waiting," he answers, then stands and helps me off the bed.

When we get to our house, Tom is standing at the door, looking very annoyed.

"You're late," Tom says.

I smile at him and say, "Why hello Tom, how are you today?"

"Annoyed," he says flatly. "Shall we?"

"We shall," I say, grabbing Luke's hand.

We all walk up the stairs, our bedroom door is closed-just as we left it-we arrive at a new door which has been painted a pale yellow color.

Tom opens the door and a rush of emotion floods over me. Apparently he had heard through the grape-vine that I am carrying twins. On one side of the room there is a baby blue crib with the name 'William' painted on it, and on the other side of the room there is a crib painted in a lilac color, with out a name.

The bedding for William is a sports theme, and for Bella the theme is butterflies. The walls of their room are the same color as their door. There is a strip of wall paper running horizontally across their wall with baby rattles and building blocks.

There is a changing table between the cribs and two dressers-matching the color of each crib-at the end of their beds.

As I take in the sight before me, my grip on Luke's hand loosens.

I wander over to the cribs, run my hand over them and look at Tom and say, "This is the most amazing room I have ever seen," then I turn to Luke, with happy tears in my eyes and say, "What do you think hon?"

"I think this room is perfect," he turns to Tom and says, "How much do I owe you?"

"No charge, it's already been taken care of," Tom says, catching us off guard.

"What do you mean, 'already taken care of'? Who paid for all of this?" I ask with puzzlement in my voice.

Tom looks down at his clip-board and says, "Your father."

I get a look of total shock on my face, and then repeat what Tom said, "M-my father?"

"Your fathers name is Richard Gilmore, right?" Tom asks.

"Yes, but why would he pay for this?" I ask.

"My guess," Tom says, "he wanted to do something for his daughter and grandkids."

Ring, ring, ring.

"Gilmore residence," the maid answers.

I clear my throat and say, "Richard Gilmore, please?"

"Just one moment," the maid says, and then puts me on hold.

'Lalalalala…this room is really great, I can't believe that…'

"This is Richard Gilmore," dad answers.

"Hi daddy," I say.

Richard set his pen down, rested his hand on his desk and said, "Lorelai, how are you?"

"I'm good dad."

"Well that's good to hear. How are my grandchildren?"

"Rory is good and the little angels have one mean kick." I answer his question, and then say, "Luke and I saw their room today."

Richard smiles and says, "Oh, really? Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

I smile and say, "It's everything and more," I pause then say, "Thank you dad."

He replies, trying to be clueless, "Thank you for what?"

"Dad, you know for what. Tom already spilled the nails, so to speak."

He sighs then says, "Your mother and I wanted to do something for you, Luke and the twins."

"It was something nice dad. But, you didn't have to go to all that trouble," I reassure him.

I can hear the happiness in his voice when he says, "It was no trouble at all."

"So, how's mom?"

"She's telling everyone she sees that she is going to be a grandmother again. She is very excited about William and Isabella," dad answers, almost making me cry.

I rest my hand on my stomach as it bounces up and down and tell dad, "I'm excited too. I think that everyone is. Luke especially."

My life just keeps getting better and better. Or so I'm lead to believe, little did I know that my little girl has been having some insecurities.