We're not going to take this!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I am just obsessing about it per usual.
Summary: why won't Lorelai assert some control over her spinning out of control life? What if she does? How would Luke take it?
It had been seven days since Lorelai had stormed out of the cabin, and she sat in Rory's apartment alone and thought about life. This time last year, she never thought she would be here. She never thought that she would have the opportunity to be close to her daughter again.
The fates had always managed to keep her on her toes. Things had happened suddenly to her all her life. She had to grow up suddenly, she had to make it on her own suddenly, and she had suddenly been drawn into a life she had never planned.
Planning was never her forte, and she had made a career of it. All those years watching her mother plan DAR events, planning the greatest coupe de tat of the society, had helped her prepare for being an owner of the inn.
But nothing could have prepared her for the sudden news that her boyfriend, fiancée, her 'one' had a daughter, and he suddenly shifted things, and she wasn't even there in his life anymore. She was treated like she was a spectator to her own life. She had lost her patience, and now it looked like she had lost the greatest thing to happen to her.
She had told him she would be home in a few days, but how many days could she realistically stay away, and hope to make things better. She had been riding on the coat tails of adrenaline and the anger for the first two days. Cursing the very name of him, but then her anger subsided and she ached for him once more.
But now, after a whole week, was it too late? Rory was off at work, and she couldn't justify hiding out in New Haven, and she got hourly calls from her angry little Frenchman, bemoaning all of his duties without a pay increase. So she sighed, finished her cup of coffee and started to pack up her stuff.
Luke had tried to make the first move, and she knew that he had a point. That there was no right way to handle such a situation, and he had probably taken the worse way, but she had never voiced her hurt or feelings. She had let it happen, and now, she was pregnant. She didn't want to go through it alone again, and she didn't want to be the strong one anymore.
She wrote a quick message to Rory and was out the door before she could rethink it, and she felt the heaviness of her heart ease a little bit. She worried that some horrible accident might stall her plans, and she didn't want to be too cautious to stall her arrival in Stars hallow.
She hoped that Luke would be there, or would be willing to listen to her, and she hoped that she would get the chance to show him her news. Her pregnancy was progressing without incident, and ever since the cabin, she had managed to lose the horrible morning sickness, and only get mild nausea once in a while.
And now, she had the first physical evidence of her pregnancy. Something that had scared her to death with Rory, but now she could look forward to it, without fear or embarrassment. She pulled into her driveway and saw that the lights were on, and she hoped that Luke was there. And when she opened her front door, she smelt the stale smell of old beer and sweat. The house was musty, like it hadn't been aired out all the time she was gone, and that was impossible, because Babette called her to let her know that Luke was taking care of Paul Anka.
Lorelai and dropped her bag (the one she bought for Luke originally) and sighed. She was tired, craving coffee and all she wanted to do was to fall asleep in Luke's arms like she had done at the cabin, even though it was for such a short time.
'Hello?' Lorelei called out, and she heard nothing. Until she heard a thump. Lorelai looked around and found her trusty pink long umbrella by the door, which was her personal weapon of choice. She creeped towards the back of the house, where the noise was coming from.
She heard another noise, creepy and very non-descript. Lorelai had watched enough Cops to know that non descript noises always led to half naked beer bellied men handcuffed, and there faced being shoved into the dirt.
She saw a faint movement in Rory's room and she yelled and brandished her weapon and saw a startled and slightly bleeding Luke.
'Luke!' Lorelai yelled and then rushed toward him and Luke looked horrible. 'Lorelai" Luke stumbled towards her. 'God Luke, why do you insist on fixing things when you are drunk.' She muttered and pulled him onto the bed, and checked where he was bleeding.
'I'm sorry Luke for before.' Lorelai whispered as she pressed a towel to Luke's gash on his forearm. Luke smiled. 'I'm sorry too.' Luke leaned in and kissed Lorelai innocently on the cheek, and Lorelai wished he had lost his aim.
'Things aren't better you know.' Luke had said later, when they were both on the bed, with Luke much more sober and after she had shown her the slight rounding of her stomach.
' I know but after we sleep?' Lorelei asked? And Luke smiled and kissed her. 'After we sleep.'
Author's Note: ok… that sucked. So I may be doing a rewrite. But tell me what you think. I think I have figured out how I am going to end this. So I promise a much longer post. I promise.
And blame the sims for my lack of update. This has been almost done for days, I just got wrapped up in my Danes family. Where Lorelei and Luke are happy nad have six kids, and there is no april, no turmoil. Le sigh.