Author's Note:

Hey guys! Wow, I'm floored that this is actually getting reviewed! I did some "Friends" fics a while back and they never got reviewed, I guess I've maybe figured out how to do this whole thing? Lol. A lot of you asked why Luke and Lorelai broke up, and pretty much Lorelai freaked out like she tends to do in relationships and ended it...I might touch more on it later but I'm not sure. The focus of this story is really the baby...that's about it.

It should have many more chapters cause I've got a story line in mind that will take a while to write. I'm not a big fan of skipping time either...so we'll see what happens.

Thanks again guys! -Kris

Baby Makes Three

Luke and Lorelai stood in the kitchen that afternoon for an hour, just holding each other and occasionally lightly kissing. It was nearing on five that evening when Luke had to leave to go back to the diner to tell Caesar he wouldn't be coming back. He had tried to call several times but no one would answer at the diner.

They were sitting on the couch, just cuddling when he had to go.

"I have to go. I'm going to tell Caesar to close for me and that I wont be in tomorrow. We've too much to do." He said, kissing her cheek.

"Okay. You'll be back soon?" she asked, sounding slightly like a small child at daycare asking for reassurance that their parent would be back.

"I promise. Are you going to call Rory?" he asked.

"Not yet. I want everything to be perfect before I tell her. Plus it's considered bad luck to tell anyone before the second trimester." She said, sitting up so he could get up.

"So you're not even going to tell Rory?" he asked in slight disbelief.

"Nope. Not even Rory. This is our little secret." She said, smiling at him as he stared at her stomach. "You know there's nothing different looking on the outside yet…right?"

"I know. It's just amazing to think about" he said, pushing her shirt up so he could slide his hand across her bare stomach. He noticed her shiver as he did so and stopped his hand right over where a small bump would form soon.

She smiled as he stared at her stomach and shivered slightly when he ran his hand across it. She reached down and put her hand on top of his, and laced her fingers with his.

"Go, you've got to make sure Caesar and Lane know you aren't dead or anything." She said, squeezing his hand. He sat up and kissed her lightly. She trapped his lips with hers and kissed him deeply as he stood up.

"I'll be back in a half hour or so." Luke said

"With coffee?" she asked, her eyes big and pleading like. She pouted for extra effect.

"Nope. Not anymore. Only if it's decaf…and only then two cups a day." He said.

"Aggh!" she whined flopping back against the couch. "Okay. Bye."

"I'll hurry back. I promise." He said with his hand on the doorknob. "I love you."

"I love you too." She said from where she was sitting on the couch.

After Luke left Lorelai sat on the couch for a few minutes, dazed a little from the events of the past several hours. She hadn't imagined that it would go as well as it did…and with any other man it wouldn't have gone as well. But this was Luke, her Luke. Now he was hers again, all hers. She'd been miserable the entire time they were apart, and now in the span of four and a half hours they'd not only made up and gotten back together but they were now planning for their future offspring. Ew, she didn't like that word, sounded too much like the band, hell it was the band's name. Spawn? Fruit of her loins? Child? Kid. Kid was good. She'd always called Rory her kid, never her child…only really old and really snooty people called their kid their child or their kids their children. God, this baby would make her have children…kids. And one of which would be half Luke's.

She needed to shower. Even though she'd taken a shower that morning, she still felt gross.

Ten minutes later she stood in the bathroom, clad only in a purple sparkly bra and Hello Kitty underwear, examining herself in the mirror. She scrutinized her midriff, looking for anything that might alert the public that she was pregnant. Nothing yet. Not that she didn't want there to be any signs that she was…with child…with kid…she just wanted to keep this their little secret for a little while.

She showered, and made herself look a little bit more presentable for when Luke came back. She slid into a pair of jeans and a light weight long sleeved green t-shirt. She shook her hair out and let it dry into it's natural lose waves and put on a touch of makeup before going back downstairs and making herself a glass of iced tea.

Twenty minutes and two magazines later there was still no Luke gracing her presence. She figured he was just running late and went into the living room and gracefully flopped onto the couch with a bag of chips and a new glass of iced tea. She turned on the TV and aimlessly flipped channels until an appeasing episode of Viva La Bam came on and she sat the remote on the coffee table. Her eyes kept drifting to the clock on the wall, wondering what was keeping Luke. For some reason the show containing somewhat amusing practical jokes and dumb-ass stunts couldn't keep her interest for the first time in, well, forever. She drummed her fingers on her stomach and tried valiantly not to look at the clock.

Two hours later and still no Luke.

She was starting to just slightly freak out. Just a little.

She got up and found the phone and came back and sat cross-legged on the couch and dialed the number to the diner.

"Lukes," a male voice that didn't belong to Luke answered.

"Hey Caesar. Is Luke there?" she asked, praying he'd just say he was upstairs or something.

"No he left about two hours ago, didn't say where he was going. Want me to tell him you called?" Caesar asked.

"No. I'll just try again later. Thanks Caesar." Lorelai said, pushing the off button. She stared down at the phone.

"Where the hell is he?" She wondered aloud…and then suddenly she was seized with a flash of terror.

He was running.

He said he wouldn't, but then he actually thought about what she'd said, and now she just knew he was running.

Just like Christopher.

No. He wasn't Christopher. Nothing about him was anything like Christopher. He was Luke. He was her kind, caring, and understanding Luke. He was the Luke that was going to be a great father, and wanted to be a father even if it had snuck up and bit him on the ass much in the same way it had Christopher.

She had to stop comparing Luke to Christopher. She had to. She was thinking crazy, and needed to stop.

She pulled her legs underneath her and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and curled up underneath it. She pulled the book Rory had left on the table next to the couch when she had been at the house over the weekend, and opened it, praying it would keep her attention. She got ten pages into it…and then it didn't anymore. Now she was just miserable and with a headache.

She bit her lower lip in a valiant attempt to keep the tears from exploding forth and flowing down her cheeks.

No such luck.

She sobbed softly into a pillow, letting the purple fake velvet soak up her tears and excess mascara. She found herself wondering why the hell she put makeup on just to sit here and cry.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but the last time she checked the clock had been 9:30. Four hours after he said he'd be there. She'd slept on the couch for two hours, and without opening her eyes or even moving she knew she was going to be in more pain than she could possibly imagine when she finally did move. She let herself drift off for just a few more minutes and then she'd get up and go to bed.

She opened her eyes some three hours later and found herself staring into someone else's eyes. She almost screamed, and then she saw the familiar green and gold flecks intermixed with the blue gray and realized who it was and sat up quickly.

"Hi." He said. She ignored him. He noticed the mascara streaks and faint tear tracks down her cheeks. Shit. He knew he was in trouble. He had to explain it to her.

"Listen Lorelai…" he started.

"What." She said, giving him a glare. "You were supposed to be here…6 hours ago," she said after checking the clock.

"I know. I'm sorry. Will you listen to me?" Luke said, almost pleading.

"Why? I get it. You changed your mind. You can go back to your hideout now. I just hope you plan on staying there for the next nine months." She said, throwing daggers at him with her eyes.

"Lorelai. Listen to me. I want to explain." Luke said.

"There's nothing to explain. I get it." She said getting up and walking towards the stairs.

"Lorelai would you stop and listen to me?" he asked following her up the stairs and into her room.

"You have 7 minutes. Go." She retorted.

"Why 7?"

"6 ½…"

"Okay okay. Look. I went back to the diner and told Caesar I was going to be gone for the rest of the day and probably the next day or two and then I got in the car to come here but I needed to think, so I drove around aimlessly and wound up in Hartford. At the mall, Lorelai. The mall. You know the place that I hate? Right. Anyway. I wound up at the mall and was standing in front of this store. So I went in and almost vomited from the cuteness of the whole place, made my purchase and left. Then I got back in the car and drove around some more with this package in my passenger seat. I stopped at the park up there, you know the one I took you to a while ago…or rather you drug me to so that I could experience a picnic?" He rambled.

She knew the place, she loved the place. She nodded.

"Okay. Anyway, I parked the truck and sat on a bench and just stared at the water for a little bit, watching the ducks and stuff. I won't lie. I started freaking out. I started panicking because my dad wasn't the most fatherly father in the entire world and I have no idea what to do. I sat there freaking out and trying to figure out what I was going to do and if I changed my mind how I was going to tell you that I did change my mind." He continued.

"So you did change your mind." She said from where she sat on the bed, staring at her hands.

"No, Lorelai listen I'm not done." Luke said. He sat down across from her and took her hands in his. "And then I looked up and saw this guy, this dad, and his little boy playing with a puppy in the grass. They were laughing and smiling and he was teaching the little boy how to throw the ball to the puppy. And I realized that that was what I wanted. I want to be the guy teaching the kid to throw. I wanted to be the one laughing and playing with the little boy. Then I realized it might not be a boy, and started to freak out again because the only contact I've had with girls…well girls that are children younger than 10 is Rory and she really doesn't count. Then I saw this man and woman sitting on the pavement of the parking lot with a really little girl and she was coloring on the pavement with bright pink chalk. And I realized that that wouldn't be that bad either. So I got back in the car and started driving here, and then I got here and you were asleep so I just sat here and watched you sleep. Then you woke up and started yelling at me. But Lorelai…I want this. I do. I had a doubt in my mind for two seconds but it's completely gone now. There will be no more doubts. I want this. I want to be involved with this baby. Which is why I got this…" he said, pulling a small yellow and white blanket out of the bag and sat it between them.

Lorelai looked at the blanket, and then let the tears flow freely. Why had she ever doubted him? Why had she ever doubted this beautifully amazing man standing, well sitting, in front of her for a single second? She ran her hand across the soft patchwork quilt that looked like it just may have cost a small fortune.

"I'm sorry." She said, almost inaudibly.

"Don't be. It's my fault. I should have called." He said, putting his hand on her thigh.

"I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. Damn hormones." She said, wiping away a tear. He moved her hand from her face and wiped away her tears himself.

"It's okay. I understand. From what I hear hormones are a part of the package." He said, letting his hand linger on her cheek.

"So are morning sickness and weight gain." She replied with a smirk. "Will you still love me when I'm puke at 6am…and then again at 6:10…and at 6:20 and so on and looking like a whale and wearing a size 43 in jeans?"

"Considering my only sources for another single female in this town are Patti and the Saunderson twins who, might I add, are 8…I think you're good." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes." She said.

"So we're good?" He asked hesitantly.

"We're good." She replied.

Luke leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. They leaned forehead for forehead for a second and then she shifted a little and they met in a soft sweet kiss. Her lips lingered on his for a few minutes as he slid his hand up and down her thigh. She pulled back, breathless from even that one small kiss.

"It's been a long and emotionally demanding day…are you going to hate me if I don't put out this once?" she asked, with a familiar gleam in her eye.

"I think I'll survive. Just this once." He said leaning forward and kissing her again. She melted at his touch every time, and it simply amazed them both how much they were in love with each other. Not returning the kiss wasn't an option. She leaned into it and if she hadn't been so tired and so cranky she would have let it go a lot further. After a few minutes she pulled away, both of them breathless.

"Can you stay?" she asked hopefully.

"I can. I still have pajamas here right?" he asked.

"I think…whether or not they're clean is a different question." She said smiling. She threw him a pair of sweatpants he'd left over the last time he'd been at her house…close to three weeks ago.

He sniffed them. They smelled okay, so he slipped out of his jeans and into the sweatpants. Pulling his flannel and t-shirt off over his head and throwing it on the floor he reveled in how nice it was to be back together.

She slipped into the bathroom and pulled on her I Love Lucy PJ bottoms and a white long sleeved t-shirt and shook her hair out and went back into the bedroom. She found Luke fiddling with the alarm clock and smiled. It was good to be back together.

"Hey, set it for 9:30. I forgot in tonight's craziness that I made a doctors appointment tomorrow a couple days ago." She said, crawling into bed.

"You knew a couple days ago?" He asked.

"Well, I thought. Woman's instinct, but I couldn't make myself even take a home test until yesterday." She said, snuggling against him after he crawled in beside her.

"Ah I see." He said, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arm around her and she buried her face in his neck.

"I missed this." She said, inhaling the sent that was distinctly Luke. She rest her hand on his chest and he kissed her forehead.

"Me too." He replied, running his hand up and down her back.

"I love you." She said, tilting her head up and kissing him lightly.

"I love you too," he said as she snuggled into him further. He brought his other arm around and rested it on her stomach, and covering his hand with hers the two of them fell asleep.

A/N: I know I know, "Two author's notes? WHAT IS SHE THINKING!?" But, I just wanted to give any youngins that might be reading that the next chapter is where the rating comes into effect. It gets kinda...ehhhhhh raunchy? No. Steamy. I refuse to think of Luke and Lorelai action as raunchy. Oh who am I kidding. It's raunchy. lol. Just wanted to give you the heads up! It should be up...ehhh tonight (Saturday the 15th) or tomorrow. Thanks for reading!