Chapter 3

Two weeks had gone by without a hitch. My relationship with Luke stayed secret, except to Rory and Sookie so as to keep that great, new feeling away from the prying eyes of Stars Hollow. Luke was a perfect gentleman, if you know what I mean, much to my dismay.

One night, about two and a half weeks after that fateful night, Luke had come over to cook Rory and me some dinner. He felt it was very important to include Rory some of the time, since she was my daughter, therefore, a very important part of me, therefore, a very important part of us.

"Here ya go. I don't know how you like it, so I just left the seasoning up to you," Luke said, as he placed a plate of spaghetti in front of me and Rory.

"Thanks. Pass the parmesan, babe?"

"Who are you talking to?" Rory asked, still giddy about the inevitable relationship.

"Well, my Lukey, of course."

"Gee, thanks, Mommie Dearest. Don't I feel neglected."

"Oh, now, don't worry. I'll still provide you with the necessities. You know, roof over your head, a pair of shoes here and there, bread, water…"

"Ugh…"

I took a bite of the heavenly Italian cuisine sitting before me, and suddenly, it began to taste not so heavenly. I got extremely nauseous, and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could.

"What's wrong with her?" Luke asked, obviously concerned.

"I don't know. She's been feeling a little sick lately. I'm starting to worry about her."

"I'm sure she'll be fine."

Luke walked into the bathroom to check on me. When he discovered that I was emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, he so chivalrously held my hair back.

"Thanks, Luke."

"No problem. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've probably just got a bug or something. I'm just gonna call it a night. Sorry I ruined dinner."

"No, no, it's all right. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks."

"Can I help you to your room?"

"Please."

Luke helped me stand up, and walked me into my bedroom. I sat down on my bed, ad hung my head low, still feeling a little sick.

"Do you have any pajamas I can get out for you?"

"Yeah, bottom drawer. Get the purple ones, please."

"Here."

"Thanks, again. Can you send Rory up to say goodnight?"

"Of course. I'll see you tomorrow?" Luke said, more of a question than a statement.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be at the diner sometime tomorrow."

"Ok. I'll go get Rory."

"Thanks. And Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Stay and eat with her. I'm sure she'd really enjoy it."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Luke sent Rory up, and she cautiously entered my room, almost afraid to make my sickness worse. She looked at me with a concerned face, and sat down next to me. She swung a protective arm around my shoulders and asked what was wrong.

"I'm not sure. I think I might know, but I'm not positive."

"What?"

"I can't tell you right now, not with Luke still here. Come up after dinner?"

"Sure. Do you want me to wake you if you're asleep?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, babe."

"Hey, I thought Luke was babe."

"Only when he's in the room," I said, smiling for the first time in the last 15 minutes.

Rory went downstairs and ate with Luke. I'm sure they had a great time, because I heard their laughter from all the way up in my room. Rory even convinced Luke to watch a little C-SPAN before he left around 9 o'clock. As soon as the front door shut, I heard Rory run up the stairs and burst into my room.

"Rory! You scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry. I've just been really worried about you all night."

"Well, calm down, or we're gonna have to get you some hypertension meds."

"Ok, I'm calm. Now, tell me what's going on."

I sat up, and motioned for Rory to sit next to me. I pulled my feet up to sit on top of them, and swung an arm around Rory's shoulders.

"Well, do you remember that night, around 2 weeks ago, when your dad was here?"

"Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, remember how we disappeared from the rest of the crowd at Friday night dinner for about 15 minutes?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, Barry Greenwich's baby isn't the only one who does the hanky panky."

"Oh my god! You slept with Dad?"

"Yeah, I did. We were both a little drunk, and we got caught up in the moment. Are you starting to put the pieces together here?"

"No. Wait… oh. Oh! Oh my god! Are you pregnant?" Rory exclaimed, standing up in shock.

I hung my head and covered my face with my hands. "I don't know. I could be. I probably am. I mean, yesterday, I ate an apple. The last time I ate an apple was when I was pregnant with you."

"Oh, wow. We have to find out. How do we find out?"

"Hon, I love that you are this innocent."

"What? Oh, right. We'd get a test. I'll go get one for you right now."

"No, that's all right. I'll just get one tomorrow. Besides, if anyone in this town found out that you bought a pregnancy test, Taylor would kick us out in 10 seconds flat, and it's too late to drive all the way out to Hartford."

"Ok. But get it first thing tomorrow. I really wanna know."

"Ok," I said, sullenly. Rory noticed this.

"Mom, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine… I'll be fine."

Tbc

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