A/N: This will be the last chapter of this story. I'm thinking about a sequel, but I'm still playing with some ideas for another story in my head. Let me know what you guys think.
PS. When I started this, I had just watched episode 7.02 and I was hating Luke, so if I took it out on fictional Luke, which I was trying not to, I'm very, very sorry.
... 4 months later …
Logan and Rory got married two weeks after baby Kirsten was born. It was a beautiful ceremony, rose petals and flowers everywhere. They had gone all-out, no budget. It definitely showed. Both Luke and Christopher walked Rory down the aisle, per Rory's request. Lorelai, Paris, Lane and Honor were her bridesmaids. Logan had called upon Finn, Colin and Nick, a friend of the family, as groomsmen.
The reception was held at Lorelai and Luke's house. Luke pushed all of the living room furniture away, and set up tables. Except for dinner, most people spent their time outside, where Luke had built a wooden dance floor. Logan got Paul Anka to perform, and Lane got Hep Alien back together for the night. It was great, much better than Rory or Logan could have imagined.
They had just left for their honeymoon a week ago. Rory needed to get some school stuff done, and Logan had to get tickets and hotel rooms. They'd gone on a 3 week trip to Asia, just like Rory wanted.
Now, Lorelai was sitting a rocking chair in Rory's room nursing 2 month old Kirsten. Rory had agreed that her room would be the best place for the baby, seeing that Luke and Lorelai's house had only two bedrooms and she didn't use hers much anymore. Luke converted her room into a nursery. Lorelai wanted everything pink, and that's how she got it.
"Lorelai? Are you in there?" Luke's voice rang out from the living room.
"I'm feeding the baby! What do you need?" She yelled back. He appeared in the doorway.
"Where's the phone?" Luke asked.
"How should I know? I've been sitting here for an hour." Lorelai said.
"Here, let me take her." Luke walked over to Lorelai and extended his arms.
"Luke, I know that the medical field has expanded greatly since my last kid, but I'm pretty sure the man still can't breastfeed."
Luke shook his head in annoyance. "Lorelai, you know what I meant. Hasn't she, uh, eaten, enough?" Lorelai laughed.
"She is four months old, Hun. She eats as much as she wants." Lorelai said. "You might want to look away, I'm switching sides."
"Why would I want to look away?"
"Because I'm switching sides." Lorelai stated.
"Do you tell Rory to look away?" Luke asked, crossing his arms.
"Uh, no. She does it herself."
"She's never see you nurse?"
"Luke, I nursed her. She's seen more than you are. Now look away, I'm switching sides."
"So?"
"So, I'm switching sides."
"I don't care, Lorelai. Switch sides."
"Fine." Lorelai pried Kirsten off of her breast and switched to the other one.
"Why couldn't I see that? I've seen, um, them, before." Luke said, uneasily.
"You're terrified of breastfeeding. When that poor woman was in your diner doing it, you freaked" She paused. "Weren't you looking for the phone?" Lorelai asked. She looked down and adjusted the blanket that was wrapped around the baby.
"That was different. That wasn't my wife and child. And yes, I was looking for the phone. I'm going to go do that now." Luke said, motioning behind him.
"Right. You do that. And while you're at it, try to create a way for the man to breastfeed. I'm getting sick of this." Lorelai said, throwing her head back against the rocking chair. Luke rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Yes, yes, your daddy is a teensy weensy bit weird, kid." Lorelai cooed.
"Found it!" Luke yelled. Lorelai shook her head.
"Where was it?"
"On the cradle."
"Funny how you never look where things are actually supposed to be, huh?" Lorelai teased.
"Yeah, funny. I have to make a call, and then get down to the diner. I'll be back in an hour or two, Caesar's closing, and then we can have the night to ourselves." Luke yelled, saying the last part a bit quieter.
"I like that idea. Now get going, mister."
"I am. See ya later, love you!" Luke yelled.
"Love you too. Bye." Lorelai yelled back.
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It was two hours later, and Luke was still at the diner. Kirk was fussing with Luke about Miss. Patty and Babette taking his usual table.
"Kirk, there're plenty of tables in here for you to sit at, so sit down and order, I have to get home to Lorelai." Luke said, more calmly than he usually would.
"But that chair is perfect for me. It has my butt imprinted on the chair." Kirk argued.
"Kirk, your butt is not imprinted on a chair." Luke was getting angry. "I have to leave. Talk to Caesar about it." Luke walked out from behind the counter and out the door.
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Lorelai was in the bedroom picking up. It wasn't something she normally did, but with the promise of being alone with Luke for the night, she decided it would be a good idea. Kirsten had finally fallen asleep in her crib, a small gesture Lorelai was thankful for. She hadn't remembered what it was like to follow the sleep schedule of a 4 month old. Luke pulled into the driveway just as Lorelai finished cleaning up the bedroom and making the bed. He checked on Kirsten, and took the steps two at a time up to his and Lorelai's bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, watching T.V., something very common of her. Luke stood in the doorway, staring at her. She was so beautiful. Sitting there in her pajama pants and tank top, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He strode into the room slowly, his eyes on her at every moment. Lorelai knew he was there, and he knew she knew, but pretended not to. As Luke got closer to the bed, Lorelai acknowledged him. She turned her head slightly, and reaching for the remote, shut off the T.V.
That one little motion was enough for Luke. He began walking quicker, and arrived at the side of the bed, his body inches away from hers. He looked down as she looked up, eyes meeting and searing into each other. Luke dropped onto the bed, ran his fingers up her arm, and rested them on her cheek as he brushed his lips against hers. Light and soft, they kissed. Lorelai pulled away, not happy with the contact the clothes on their bodies were providing for them. He pushed her down onto her back as she pulled the buttons of his flannel apart and threw the shirt onto the floor, the buttons clicking on the wood as they came in contact. His t-shirt was un-tucked from his jeans by her, and pulled over his head and on the floor, coming to rest next to the flannel that was already shed.
He dipped down to the spot that connected her neck to her shoulder, licking and nipping softly. He traced her collarbone with his tongue, eliciting quiet moans from her mouth. His ran his hands down her body, which was already almost back to its original shape. He passed over her breasts, down her stomach and thighs, and onto her knees, covered in dark blue denim. He massaged gently, and ran his hands back up her body to sneak under the front of her shirt and over the almost-flat skin of her stomach. He lifted her tank up and over her head, which she lifted off the bed to allow the shirt to pass over. Luke traced the outline of her bra with his fingers before reaching under her and undoing the clasp. Lorelai arched her back, letting the garment fall off of her. Luke pulled it down her arms and onto the opposite side of the bed than his shirts.
Lorelai was in bliss. Luke's head was at her chest, kissing around her over-sensitive nipples and in the valley between her breasts. He tweaked each hardened peak a few times before she reached down to his jeans and un-did his belt carefully. Luke un-buttoned and pulled the jeans past his hips, and down his thighs and legs, leaving himself in boxers. He was now able to focus on ridding Lorelai of her jeans and panties, the only two things in the way of his ravishing her. His fingers tickled down her stomach and to the button of her jeans, releasing it from the clasp and pulling down the zipper. She lifted her hips off the bed, allowing her pants to be pulled off of her, along with her satin panties she had changed into while Luke was gone. His hand snuck in-between her legs, stroking the heat that he was soon to be reveling in, a heat that was there because of him and for him. His arousal intensified.
Lorelai tried to pull down his boxers of blue and red plaid, but failed. Luke did it himself as Lorelai wrapped her hand around his length, squeezing roughly, but carefully. He bent down to kiss her again. This time, the kiss was heated and passionate, full of compassion and desire. Her tongue passed over his, his tongue slid along her teeth. They explored each other's mouths for what seemed like hours, until Lorelai noticed the poking in her stomach. She turned her head away from him and moaned her need loudly. Luke got the point. He crawled back down her body and poised himself at her entrance. He contemplated teasing her, but figured that if she needed this as bad as he did, she wouldn't like it. He plunged into her, filling her completely. She felt like she was flying, a feeling she had missed.
It was their first time making love since the Kirsten arrived. Lorelai had been far too cautious, and Luke had acknowledged this and made sure that they didn't get too into it before she was ready. Somehow, he had known that she was ready today. It was a mutual feeling of joy that rushed them from the top of their heads to the tips of their toes.
They completed together, which was rare, as she normally climaxed before he did, her own climax putting him over the edge as well. He rolled to her side, and gathered her naked body in his arms. He whispered comforting words into her ear, the same ones he had when she was in the delivery room giving birth. There was the "I love you's," the "You're amazing's," and the soft sounds of his lips nipping her ear.
"Luke?" She asked softly.
"Hmm?"
"That was great." She said.
"That it was." He agreed. She nuzzled her head into his shoulder. He wouldn't have had it any other way. Luke and Lorelai belonged together; their three daughters couldn't have had better parents.
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A/N: Short but sweet. The story ends here. I'm still contemplating a sequel, although I think I'd have trouble writing it. I've started a "Partings" story, about the night Lorelai ran to Christopher. An M rating, so look out for that within the next week or so. I need to get all of my "Luke's an idiot" anger out of my body by writing about Lorelai with Chris. Hopefully my "Go back to her" feelings will come back after next week's episode, so the "Partings" story should be out by then. I hope you enjoyed the story!
