Later that night Lorelai lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. Things were going right. She was happy. Lorelai was going to have twins.

So there she was digging in her attic for the maternity clothes she hadn't worn in twenty something years. Shaking out the dust bunnies she decided that the 80's style wasn't going to be back in anytime soon, which meant she was going to have to go shopping. Now she had an excuse to go baby clothes shopping. She trudged back down the stairs to the living room and collapsed on the couch. She dug around for the phone and called Rory at school.

"Hey kid. What's up?" she asked.

"French final in the morning. Then nothing afterward. Why?" Rory asked, walking through the halls of Yale.

"Want to go shopping with me tomorrow to pick out stuff for your brother and sister?"

"Sure. Can Marty come too?"

"Marty? Since when are you and Marty an item?" Lorelai asked.

"Since last week at the Big Game," Rory giggled.

"Do you really think that Naked Guy would want to come shopping with his new girlfriend and her mother to pick out baby stuff?"

"Mother, will you stop calling him Naked Guy? It was one mistake he made as a freshman and he would really like to forget it happened. And yes you're right. Maybe another time."

"So Luke has gone totally baby-safe crazy. Take Jackson's flip out and multiply it by a thousand. He's selling his truck to get a mini van."

"No not the truck! Dad without his truck is like you with no coffee."

"Dad?"

"It sounds right, doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does. So anyway I think he's even switched my coffee. Not that it's a big deal, but he's even made everyone in town give me decaf if I ask for coffee."

"I guess it's better than completely denying you of it, like he had threatened."

"Yeah so I'll meet you in New Haven tomorrow afternoon, say around noon?" Lorelai suggested.

"Ok. See you then Mom. Tell Dad to calm down."

"Bye sweets."

Lorelai hung up the phone and tossed it back onto the couch. She got up and headed out the door. Summer was over and soon fall would come and she and Luke's anniversary would be here soon. It was almost hard to believe that they had been married for a year. A year. With the come of fall also came the Dance Marathon. She had a partner this year. One that wouldn't chase after a McDonald's Apple Pie and one whose idiot boyfriend wouldn't breakup with her. This year she was going to kick Kirk's ass. It was going to happen.

Walking through her town she took in the sights of the normal fall activities. The summer garlands were coming down off the stores and the fall leaves were going up. Tiny pumpkin people raced from Miss Patty's. Upon entering the diner the age old argument was happening yet again.

"You pull those stupid pumpkins out of your pocket one more time Taylor, I'm going to shove them up your nose," Luke said, in his typical grumpy guy style.

"Just one year Luke. I'm only asking for one year."

"And then you'll be begging for next year and the next year until I have been beaten down that I agree to have Autumn Festival decorations up every year."

"A little town spirit wouldn't kill you, Luke," Taylor snipped.

"And too much turns people into you," Luke snipped back.

"Hey, does Abbot and Costello know about you two?" Lorelai teased from the door. "Cause you two could totally knock out 'Who's on First.'"

"Lorelai please talk your husband into one paper turkey and a few pumpkins outside the diner."

"Sorry Taylor. I singed an 'I-Will-Not-Under-Penalty-Of-Death-Help-Taylor-Make-Luke-Decorate-His-Diner' contract when I married Luke. Sorry I can't help you."

"You two are impossible! Impossible!"

Taylor storms out of the diner and Lorelai takes her normal seat at the counter. She held out a coffee cup and did her pout.

"So guess who is an item?" she said as he poured her coffee.

"Brad and Sophia?" Luke said, pulling two names out of the air.

"No. Your daughter and Naked Guy."

"Rory and Marty? Since when?" Luke asked, happily.

"She claims last week at the Harvard/Yale game. But I think it was a lot sooner than that."

"Well I'm happy for her. It's about time she found someone who treats her right."

That was Lorelai's thoughts exactly. Dean was a great first boyfriend but he was a little too possessive. Jess brought only heartbreak and Logan…She won't go there. But Marty seemed to be a good guy. At least that's what Lorelai hoped.

Now was time to talk Luke into dancing with her at the marathon. What did she have to offer as a bribe? She came up with her deal. She would stop drinking coffee until the twins were born. Also she wouldn't make him go with her to the Bid-A-Basket Festival in the spring. They would only go to Friday night dinner once a month. That seemed to be enough.

"Luke I am willing to stop drinking coffee, even decaf until the twins are born, we won't go to the Bid-A-Basket Festival, and we'll only go to Friday night dinners once a month if you'll dance with me at the marathon."

Luke stared at her taking in her deal. He crossed his arms over his chest and pondered.

"I have a counter offer," he said finally.

"This can't be good."

"One, under no circumstances will I wear a fruity outfit. Two, I accept the coffee trade. Three, I like going to your parents' on Fridays because it means I don't have to cook. So that's not a viable deal."

Lorelai was trying very hard to keep a straight face because he was being so serious that it was just funny. She knew all she had to do was her hair flip and her smile and he would cave.

"This could be your one chance to completely destroy Kirk. Besides you would never leave me for a McDonald's apple pie or break up with me when there is only four couple left on the floor. You know you want to see Kirk lying on the gym floor crying."

Lorelai began to twirl her fingers around her hair and smiled. She locked eyes with him and refused to blink. She could see him caving. She twirled her hair a little more and continued to stare him down.

He was losing the battle. He knew it was a lost cause even before she began to beg.

"You love me. You'd do anything for me," she sang.

"I don't dance."

"You can waltz. We can waltz all over these silly people. Please Luke. Please, please, please?"

He hung his head. Luke had been beaten. Nothing he could say now would change her mind. "Fine. I'm not wearing anything stupid."

"I'll make you a suit. This is going to be so much fun you'll see."