A/N: Okay everyone, I'm so sorry this took longer than I expected. I had an eventful weekend and didn't have time to update. Hope you enjoy!
6 weeks later
Luke got home from work at the diner around 2. Lorelai was still at work at the inn, and Caesar was set to close for him by 10. He dropped his jacket on the couch and checked the answering machine for messages. No one called. He turned around and saw that the TV was on. Luke walked over to the spot on the floor where he saw the remote was thrown and turned it off. He collapsed on the couch and the next thing he heard was…
"…Luuuuuke? Come here. Now,." Lorelai yelled downstairs. Luke awoke suddenly and looked around. He hadn't realized Lorelai had come home. Normally when he falls asleep on the couch he can hear her come in, and it wakes him up.
"Lorelai? Where are you?" He bounded up the stairs and turned towards their room at the top of the stairs.
"Luuuuke! Any day now…" Luke walked into their room, and found Lorelai standing at the counter in the bathroom. "Luke, we did it. Look." Luke looked at Lorelai, and then at the pregnancy test on the counter. He was in awe. He looked at the counter, then at Lorelai, at her stomach, and back to the counter where the test was lying.
"Oh my god, Lorelai. Wow." Luke couldn't find the words to explain how he felt. He picked her up around the waist and swung her around. Putting her down, he looked into her eyes, and then her stomach. He covered it protectively with both hands, and after a few seconds, her smaller hands covered his own. "I can't believe it. You're amazing, Lorelai. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Luke, and I love our baby," Lorelai whispered, tears in her eyes. She leaned up to kiss him gently. Luke's head tilted to the side and deepened the kiss. They broke apart.
"Did you tell Rory yet?" Luke asked, this being the only question, or thing, he could think of saying at the moment.
"No, I wanted to tell you first. You're the father, not Rory," Lorelai said, very matter of fact. Luke smiled, but didn't say anything. He removed one of his hands from her stomach to cradle her cheek. She turned into his palm, placing a few soft kisses on the skin between his thumb and first finger. His other hand went to the other cheek, pulling her gently towards him. Her eyes were closed before their lips touched, but she didn't have to wait long. His mouth crashed onto hers, staying there briefly before he knelt down and lifted up the bottom of her shirt, just to the bottom wire of her bra. He began placing butterfly kisses on her stomach, and on his child, hidden deep inside her womb. After a few minutes, He rested his forehead on her stomach, breathing in her scent and taking in the moment. Lorelai buried her hands in his hair.
"Luke?"
"Yeah?"
"This is perfect."
"Yeah. Perfect." After placing one last kiss on her stomach, which, now that he took the time to really observe it, was a small bit rounder than it normal, Luke stood up and Lorelai smoothed her shirt back over her stomach. "How about we stay home tonight, and tomorrow, invite Rory and Logan over for dinner. I'll cook, and you can announce our big news. How does that sound?"
Lorelai smiled and nodded. She placed akiss on his lips and walked out of the bathroom to get dressed.
...
Later that night, at Logan's apartment, Rory and Logan were discussing their wedding.
"Hey, Ace? What do you think about a winter wedding? I know you love the snow. We could have it in the Stars Hollow town square, in the snow, then go inside for the reception, maybe at Lorelai's house?" Logan said, stroking Rory's head which was resting in his lap.
Rory was playing with her ring, twisting it around her finger. "That sounds good. We'd have to run it past mom first, but I don't think she'll mind. It'd have to be relatively small, but that's OK with me."
"Small sounds good. An intimate gathering." Logan paused; waiting for what he knew would be coming next.
"Dirty!" And there it was. Rory sat up and pulled Logan's lips into hers. Slowly, He picked her up and carried her back to the bed.
It was about two in the morning. Luke and Lorelai were lying in their bed. Luke was clearly asleep, while Lorelai couldn't close her eyes. She leaned over and kissed Luke's arm, nuzzling her head into his chest. Lorelai was thinking. Thinking about her baby, Rory, and she and Luke's unborn child. She was the mother of an engaged 21-year-old, and a baby about 8 weeks old. What an age difference. Lorelai got out of bed and looked in the mirror. There were the small wrinkles that came with age, and the occasional grey hairs that she had acquired taking care of Rory and the Inn. She looked pretty good for a woman of 37. She looked back at Luke and smiled. It didn't matter how she looked anymore. She had a man. She had a man that would spend the rest of his life with her and their child. He wouldn't leave her to raise this baby alone, like Christopher did. Lorelai lifted her shirt up to look at her stomach. She had Rory so long ago, that she forgot how it felt to know there was a person inside of you that needed you, and would love you unconditionally. It felt good.
