Chapter 5
I lay in bed for what seemed like an eternity before I finally fell asleep. Pregnancy sure does some pretty strange things to your body as well as your head. I swear, there were never so many thoughts running through my head all at once than at that very moment. I couldn't sort anything out. All I knew was my life was officially over.
Chris would be mad at me, Luke would be mad at me, and the whole town would think I'm some sort of whore.
What worried me the most was Luke. We had such a good thing going, and now it would all be ruined. There was no way he would want to be with me anymore, after this. I couldn't bear the thought of the man I was beginning to love walking out of my life.
Staring at the ceiling started to get on my nerves, so I turned on my side. It was then that I saw the small purple flower I was drying that Luke gave me on out first official date. I got up, smelled the flower, and made a decision. I had to tell Luke right then. It was then or never.
I put a pair of shoes on a ran down the stairs and out the door and sprinted towards the diner, not even thinking of what Rory would think if she woke up and found me gone. About half way there, it started to rain, but I didn't care.
I finally got to the diner, soaking wet, and reached for the spare key above the door. It was 3:30 in the morning, but I didn't care. I tore through the diner, and up the stairs, and started ramming the door with my fist.
"What the hell? Who's there?" I heard Luke's groggy voice call.
"It's me," I said, now slightly embarrassed at the hour. I watched his figure through the window in the door as he made his way over to let me in. I started feeling horrible that I had gotten him up so early.
"What's going on? What are you doing here at… 3:30 in the morning?" he asked, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"I need to talk to you. It's really an emergency."
"Oh, ok, come on in." He led me to the couch, now with a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I need to ask you something first."
"Sure, anything."
"And I want a straight answer."
"All right, what is it?"
I took a deep breath. Now or never. "I know this is really sudden, but….. Do you love me?"
"Yes." He said, without even thinking. I wasn't expecting his answer that quickly.
"That was fast. You don't even need to think about it?"
"Not at all, Lorelai, not at all."
"How long have you known?"
"Well, since I'm being honest, years."
"Years? How can you have known for years? We've only been dating for 3 weeks."
"I knew I felt something for you the day you came tearing in the diner about 4 years ago. But it was just a few months ago when I knew it was something more than just a feeling. I didn't think it was love yet, but the day in the diner when we almost kissed, I knew. I knew I had to do something to let you know, and now you do."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I didn't want to scare you off. I mean, it's not every day someone says something like that?"
"Something like what?" I asked, wanting to hear him say it himself.
"Something like… I love you," he said, with the most sincere look in his eyes, and I knew I believed him, and what's more, I loved him, too.
I launched myself towards him and kissed him harder than I'd ever kissed anyone in my entire life. I was a little less nervous to tell him about… my condition, now that I knew how he felt.
"Lorelai," he said, breaking the kiss when we both needed air, "what else did you come here for?"
Oh god, I had to tell him. I was shaking so hard, I thought I might pass out. "I have something I need to tell you," I said, looking into my lap, shyly.
"Okay, go ahead."
I didn't say anything.
He must've noticed ho nervous I was, because he encouraged me by saying, "It's okay, Lor, you can tell me anything."
"Please, please, please, never ever call me Lor."
"Okay, I'm sorry. Lorelai, you can tell me anything."
"Ok… Here it goes… Remember that night when I came into the diner to help you paint?"
"How could I forget it?"
"Well, remember how I said Christopher happened?"
"Yeah…?"
"Well, what I meant was… Chris and I slept together."
"Oh."
"And, we were drunk, so we forget… a few of the necessities."
"What? Uh, oh."
"Yeah." He wasn't getting my point. "Luke, I'm pregnant."
"You're… what? But, we just kissed! That's it!" I almost started laughing at him. He obviously wasn't putting the pieces of the puzzle together. He started hyperventilating. He got up from off the couch, and began pacing the room.
"Luke, no… It's not yours."
"Oh, right. It's…"
"Chris's," I said, sighing. "If you want out of this, I mean, if you'd rather not be with me anymore, I'd understand. I mean, I know it probably wasn't fair of me to ask you if you loved me first, then told you, but I had to know."
He stopped in his tracks, and looked at me like I was crazy. I had no idea what was going on in his head. He was starting to scare me.
"What?"
"Lorelai, I wouldn't leave you. I just told you I loved you, and I meant it." He came back and sat with me on the couch, and pulled me into a tight hug.
"But, this-"
"No. This is nothing. To someone else, this could be huge, but to me, it's nothing." He pulled me back, and looked me straight in the eye. "Lorelai Gilmore, I love you, and that's under all conditions."
"I love you too."
And chapter 5 is a wrap! I swear, this is the fastest I've ever updated any of my stories. The reviews sure do help in the updating process (hint, hint). I know no one wanted Lorelai to be pregnant, but that was my plan in the beginning. It's the "shocking news" I was referring to in my summary. Just bear with me. It'll all turn out in the Java Junkie favor.
Random Question: If the No. 2 pencil is so popular, why is it still No. 2?