Disclaimer: ASP's creation not mine. Don't own anything! If I did, I would want to own, Scott Patterson or Luke Danes. I'm totally fine with either! ;p Also, if I did own GG, there would be no such existence of the Nardini's, and LL would be happily married at the end of S6, while making Lorelai's dream in S3 become a reality in S7.

Author's Note: Hooray for another pretty fast edit. I told ya'll I'm trying and I am. I'm slowly getting the mojo back, so pray that it stays. Enjoy!


Vital Company

Chapter 6: Counting Stars

Lorelai began to stir as she heard the faint noise of laughter coming from what seemed to be outside. The sun burst brightly through the sheer navy blue curtains that hung from the large floor to ceiling windows. She sat up slowly and took in the sight of the beautiful extensive master bedroom.

The walls were coated in a heather gray shade and it was littered with silver frames that were filled with children's paintings, newspaper articles and science awards. There were black-framed photographs that varied of Luke, herself, Rory, April and the same two children from all her previous dreams.

Lorelai's lips spread in an adoring smile as she allowed her eyes to leisurely roam from frame to frame. The laughter sounded again, but this time it followed with a loud, "Nice one!" She immediately recognized as Luke's voice, which only caused her smile to grow.

She hopped out of bed and sauntered over to one of the windows. She pulled back the curtain a bit to look out, only to feel as though her cheeks would hurt like hell if she smiled any wider. The cause of her thousand-watt smile was from the sight of Luke in the front yard playing baseball with their two children.

Luke beamed proudly at their kids as he stood in the middle, a few feet away from both of them. One of the boys wore a backwards blue hat, smaller but identical to Luke's as he stood beside a small white home base plate holding a bat, while the other child combed his free hand through his thick mass of neatly styled hair. He had a baseball mitt in hand as he stood a few feet behind Luke, waiting for his brother's next hit.

Lorelai dropped the curtain and dashed into the bathroom to wash up, eagerly trying to speed through her usual morning routine to join in with her families festivities. As she finished up, she exited and went straight to the door on the far left side of the room.

She pulled open the door and gasped at the sight – a huge walk in closet full of Luke's and her clothes and three wrap around shelves on the bottom, full of her shoes. She squealed with delight, then calmed herself and whispered, "Later." She headed to one of the drawers and picked out a plain white tee and a pair of dark blue jeans. She slipped them on and hurried out of the room.

Lorelai made her way down the now familiar hallway with ease, passing the closed doors on her way towards the landing and scurried down the beautiful maple-colored staircase. As she reached the bottom, she could hear the sounds of the talk and laughter getting louder as she drew nearer.

She quietly slipped out of the front door and leaned her shoulder up against the pillar of the porch, unnoticed. She watched on silently as Luke underhand pitched the material baseball to the boy behind the base – which she quickly pinned as the quiet one – for the one she had easily recognized as the chatterbox child, punched a fist into his glove repeatedly and called out playful taunts to his brother from the outfield. The quiet child connected his bat with the baseball and sent a pop fly soaring over his brother's head.

Luke smiled wide and clapped, "Nice!" He praised his son, "Next one, pivot your hip a little more – gives you that extra power in your swing, big guy." He advised, gaining a strong and silent nod from the boy.

The chatterbox child came jogging back after retrieving the ball, "Is it my turn yet, Dad? I'm getting tired of running." He complained, tossing the ball back to Luke.

"You had your turn." Luke ruffled the boy's head, "Your brother didn't complain when it was you up there, so neither should you. Now get back out there and keep your eye on the ball. I don't wanna see another one go over your head, you hear?"

"Aww man." The boy grumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Luke questioned sternly, raising a brow at his son.

"Yes, Dad." The boy corrected swiftly as he straightened his posture.

"Better." Luke nodded "Come on, one more, then we can go in and make lunch." Luke said, giving the chatterbox child a pat on his behind as the boy turned to head back to the outfield. "Hopefully, Sleeping Beauty is up by then." Luke added, causing the boys to laugh.

Lorelai let out an almost silent huff, which somehow magically got the quiet child's attention. He shot his mother one of his rare smiles that mirrored her own – one that was usually only reserved for her – as Lorelai called out, "Hey!" indignantly at Luke – finally letting her presence be known.

"Mom!" shouted the silent child excitedly as he dropped his bat on the grass and sprinted towards Lorelai.

Lorelai embraced the boy as he tackled her right side in a tight hug, "Hey dude!" She greeted him with a bright smile, then looked back up to Luke and continued, "I mean I'll take the title, since there's the word beauty in it, but I am not, nor will I ever be a blonde." She joked with a mock serious tone.

"Thank God!" Luke replied with a smirk, causing Lorelai to break back into a smile of her own.

The chatterbox child jogged up to the rest of them and looked to Luke, "Mom's up, can we eat now?" He asked innocently.

Luke looked down at him with furrowed brows, "You just had a big breakfast a little while ago. How can you still be hungry?"

The boys brows raised slightly, "How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie pop?" The boy shrugged easily, "The world may never know." He answered smartly as he flashed his dad a bright smile, which mirrored his mother's.

Lorelai couldn't help the fit of laughter that escaped her lips at her son's quick retort. She inwardly praised the young boy's swiftness and expanse knowledge of commercial history.

Luke turned to Lorelai and pointed a finger at the chatterbox kid, "Definitely your son." He joked as he shook his head.

Lorelai kept her smile as she replied, "Proud of it." She put her free hand on her hip, pretending to be a little offended as she looked to her son that never left her side and said, "Jeez, you carry them in you for eight months, go into labor for five hours, and that one," She hooked a thumb towards the chatterbox kid, before she continued, "waiting an extra seven minutes to come out. Then you feed em', bathe em', care for em' and love em', and yet somehow you still can't even get a hug or a Hi Mom?" She finished, raising her brows with a smile at the boy himself.

The chatterbox child rolled his eyes, which paralleled a classic Luke move and gave a small smile back at his mother. He made his way over to her available side and gave her a hug, "Hi Mom." He said flatly and released her, his lips still holding his smile.

"Much better." Lorelai smiled brightly, then looked towards Luke as he came closer to greet his wife, "What about you, handsome? Do I get a proper hello from you, too?" She flirted as both of the boys stepped back to allow their father in.

Luke smiled back at her and snaked an arm around her waist as he captured her bottom lip between his, causing her to hum with delight. They allowed their lips to stay locked as they basked in their first greeting of the day.

"Yeeuck!" Came the voice of the chatterbox child as the silent kid just nudged Luke in the side. "Get a room."

Luke and Lorelai broke their kiss as they both laughed. Luke kept his arms securely wrapped around Lorelai's waist, as hers stayed fastened around his neck.

"Your protector." Luke said, pointing to the silent child who gave his father a nod, while he allowed one side of his mouth to lift in a smirk – which duplicated his father's, "And your clone" Luke added as he turned to point at the chatterbox child who shot them a huge smile.

Lorelai giggled as she looked at each boy before turning back to Luke, "Our boys."

"Should we get rid of them?" Luke joked with his arm still holding Lorelai against him.

Lorelai pretended to think, before she shook her head, "Nah, we like em' too much." She replied and smiled at the boys.

Luke exhaled a deep breath, pretending to be defeated, "Alright." He looked towards the silent child and said, "You're in charge of sandwiches." Then turned to the chatterbox child and continued, "And you're in charge of drinks. Get them started and we'll be right in."

Both boys nodded and began walking up the stairs to the front door. "He just wants us to leave, so he can kiss her again." Mumbled the chatterbox kid to his brother, causing Lorelai to laugh.

"Just for that, we're gonna take longer." Luke shouted, gaining a wave of a hand over his shoulder from the chatterbox child as he and his brother kept on their path.

Luke shook his head and turned back to Lorelai to see her smiling at him in adoration, "What's that look for?" He asked her softly, unable to resist a smile of his own.

Lorelai shook her head slowly as the smile never left her lips and replied, "I'm just really happy."

Luke's smile grew as he squeezed her to him tighter and said, "Good." He leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against hers, "So am I." He mumbled against her lips, before he secured her bottom lip between his in an intoxicating kiss.

Lorelai hummed with pleasure as she felt Luke's tongue delicately sweep across her lower lip, asking permission for his entrance, which she willingly granted. Their tongues danced in a battle of desire. Luke's hands slid their way into Lorelai's back pockets, holding her close to him – showing her his reaction, while Lorelai's arms wrapped tighter around Luke's neck, allowing her fingers to play with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

They both pulled back after the need of oxygen became crucial. Luke dipped his head down and latched his lips onto Lorelai's cream-colored neck, causing her to moan softly.

"Luke?" She whispered.

"Hmm?" He mumbled as his tongue laved the spot he had been focusing on.

"The boys." Was all she could get out as Luke gently bit down into her neck, causing her to fist his hair below his hat in her hands.

Luke groaned playfully, not wanting to stop yet, but instead placed one last wet kiss on her succulent neck and pulled his head back up to rest his forehead against hers. He kissed her sweetly and smiled, "You taste good." He murmured against her lips.

"Back at'cha, Burger Boy." She said, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose as she slowly untangled herself, "Tonight, I'll show you just how much." She added with a devilish smile as she headed up the stairs towards the house.

Luke growled and darted up the stairs after her, causing her to squeal and dash into the house. Lorelai just made it into the threshold of the house, when she felt Luke's strong arms wrap around her waist from behind as he pulled her tight up against him.

Lorelai laughed and laid her head against his shoulder as Luke kissed her cheek. He latched his mouth onto Lorelai's neck – not moving from his position – as he kicked the door closed with his foot, causing the door to slam shut with a loud thud.

Lorelai's eyes snapped open as she awoke with a start. She could feel her heartbeat thumping loudly in her throat and her breath was coming out in short puffs. She swallowed thickly as the images of her new dream came hurdling back to her at rapid speed. She wanted to cry, but she felt as if her eyes might sting from the lack of moisture.

She took in her surroundings and realized she was in her living room on her couch. Lorelai sat up straight as her brows furrowed in confusion. It was getting dark out. The brightness from the sun was swiftly fading away as the beams of the moonlight began to kick up the notch in its time to shine.

"Hey, you're up!" came Sookie's voice as she entered the living room holding two mugs.

Lorelai was still confused as she answered groggily, "I'm up." She accepted one of the cups Sookie offered, "What happened?" She asked as she raised the mug to her lips inhaling its essence, before taking a big gulp.

Sookie winced slightly as she settled into the armchair across from Lorelai and tested the waters, "Well, exactly how much do you remember?"

Lorelai shook her head slowly, trying to recall the events that led up to her present state, "I remember waking up, getting dressed, having dessert for breakfast – which was great by the way – then I headed to Luke's and-" Lorelai stopped mid sentence and gasped, "Oh my God! Luke." She put her face in her hand, "Oh God, I was all over him and-." She gasped again, remembering what she had let slip to Luke. She looked at Sookie with absolute horror and guilt painted on her face. "No." She exhaled heavily.

Sookie's expression showed confusion, "What? Who cares? Seriously honey, when are you and Luke not all over each other?" Sookie retorted, then added, "Well, you know, before."

"No, Sook, you don't understand. I think I told Luke." Lorelai tried to recollect her thoughts.

"Told Luke what?" Sookie asked still lost.

"I think I told him about how I've been feeling. You know, with him pushing me away. Oh my God!" Lorelai squeezed her eyes shut as she rubbed circles on her temples.

Sookie paused for a second, allowing Lorelai to take a breather before she spoke up, "You know what, honey?" Lorelai opened one eye to look at her, "I'm glad you let that slip." Sookie informed, causing Lorelai's eyes to widen in surprise as Sookie continued, "If getting you to tell Luke what he needed to know, was because you got high, then I'm not sorry for my slip up. It needed to be said-" Sookie began but was cut off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up." Lorelai interrupted, holding her hands out to Sookie to stop. "I'm sorry, I know I'm still trying to piece together things, but I believe I heard that I was high?" She said with a questioning look.

Sookie cringed a bit and laughed nervously, "You see, it's a funny story actually."

"Funny ha-ha? Or funny, I hope Lorelai doesn't need to find a new best friend after she's through strangling the old one?" Lorelai retorted, staring down Sookie dangerously.

"I swear the whole thing was an accident. You know that back half-acre in Jackson's garden that sat untouched for a few years, up on the slope, out of sight, out of mind?" Sookie began, repeating Jackson's words from the previous day.

"What about it?" Lorelai asked, lost at why her friend seemed to be changing the subject.

"Well, he went back there the other morning and it was a giant field of pot!" Sookie revealed still wincing, afraid of her friend's next move.

"Pot?" Lorelai repeated.

Sookie nodded her head vigorously as she racked on, "Yeah, pot. You know; marijuana, Mary-Jane, weed, kush, the crip, hemp, the good stuff, spliff, endow, ganja, the devil's green lettuce." Sookie ticked off every slang word for the substance that she could think of.

"The devil's green lettuce?" Lorelai breathed out a laugh, "Never heard that one before."

"Lorelai? Did you hear me?" Sookie asked, anxiously.

"Should I be concerned that you know so many different ways of saying the word 'pot'?" Lorelai asked, ignoring her friend's frantic manor.

"What? No. Remember who I'm married to? His friends were all heavy into that stuff before, some still are, so I've picked up a name or two."

Lorelai suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, causing Sookie to frown, mystified at the reaction she was receiving, "Oh God, I put too much in those desserts." Sookie chastised herself, "Damn those Tibbleton brothers!" She cursed, pounding her fist down in her other palm.

Lorelai regained her composure, "Wow! I haven't been high since… before Rory." She joked.

"Wait… You're not mad?" Sookie treaded lightly.

"No, I'm not mad." Lorelai shook her head, "Although I will say that I'm dreading what's gonna happen now that I've probably said too much to Luke while high, but no, I'm not mad. Besides, you said it was an accident right?" Lorelai showed Sookie a small smile.

"Yes! One hundred percent accident. I swear." Sookie agreed immediately, "I couldn't throw it away or the rubbish guy would know and I couldn't shove it down the disposal or the plumber would know, so I thought of the only non-suspicious solution. Bake it." She shrugged, making Lorelai laugh softly before blowing out an exhausted breath.

"Bake it." Lorelai repeated with a sad smile.

"Yeah, I forgot that my best friend has a garbage disposal stomach." She giggled at her own joke, then turned serious, "I really am sorry, Lorelai." Sookie said sincerely.

"Sook, it's okay." Lorelai inhaled in thought and exhaled, "Honestly? That was the most relaxed I've felt in a while, not that I wanna repeat the process to get that way again, but still." Lorelai smiled and Sookie giggled, but stopped as a thought came to her. Her eyes went wide as she glanced at her wristwatch.

"Umm… Sweetie?" She began, "There's just one more thing."

"You mean to tell me there's more besides you bringing illegal substances onto our Inn's property, getting me high and me telling my fiancée how I feel?" Lorelai asked, not liking the way Sookie looked.

"I kind of stole you away from Luke and I promised him that I'd give you back at 7, with no excuses and no interruptions. Aaaand it's currently 5:30." She winced as she informed her friend.

Lorelai's eyes went wide, "Seriously?" She asked in horror.

Sookie nodded, "Yeah." Lorelai put her face in her hands and groaned. "I'm really sorry, honey."

Lorelai lifted her head from her hands and blew out a long breath, "It's okay." She paused, thinking about her next sentence, then nodded her head, "I need to do this. I just can't keep quiet anymore, Sook. I'm gonna blow a gasket in here." She said, pointing to her head.

Sookie nodded in understanding, "What are you gonna say?"

Lorelai stayed silent for a few seconds as she bit her lip and shook her head slowly, before she finally spoke up and said, "I'm gonna tell him that we need a break. That we need to rethink and reprioritize our lives, because as of lately, we're not apart of each others lives all that much. And I'm not okay with that, so if he is," She shrugged a shoulder sadly, "then, maybe… as sad as it may be, we aren't meant to be together after all."

Sookie's face contorted into sorrow for her friend. She loved Luke and Lorelai together – They were thee idolized couple. She was hands down one of their biggest cheerleaders – but recently, it seemed as though her best friend wasn't the same and if Luke didn't wake up soon, he would lose her.

"If you need anything, just call me, honey." Sookie said tapping Lorelai's hand.

Lorelai nodded, "Thanks, Sook. I'm probably gonna take a week or so off. Clear my head, but I'll definitely let you know what's going on and I'll be working from wherever it is I decide to stay, just please… keep it between us?"

"Of course, honey." Sookie reassured her as she squeezed her hand "Everything will be okay, sweetie. I love Luke, but I love you more and what he's been doing to you…" She shook her head and wagged a finger, "is a big no-no." She winced at the baby talk, "Sorry, Jackson and I try not to swear in front of the kids."

Lorelai smiled, "It's okay. Thanks, Hon… for everything." Sookie smiled back sadly, "I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick, then head over to the diner." Lorelai said slowly.

"You sure? Luke said he'd come here."

"Yeah, I think it's better if I'm able to leave when I want, instead of the opposite way around. I'm afraid he won't leave if he comes here, and it'll just make things even harder." Lorelai explained.

"I guess you're right." Sookie agreed.

"I really do feel like we need this… I need this. I'm just glad you're here for me." Lorelai vented.

"Of course, sweetie, you know you can always come to me." Sookie consoled her friend.

Lorelai nodded gratefully with a small smile still on her lips, "You go on and get washed up. I'm gonna head out." Sookie said as she stood up.

Lorelai followed her lead and wrapped her arms around Sookie pulling her into an embrace, "Thank you, Sook!" Lorelai spoke softly with her eyes shut.

Sookie nodded, "Anytime." She whispered as they pulled apart, "Good luck. And remember… a break isn't a break up. It's just a matured time apart to think and reprioritize." Sookie reminded with a finger pointed at her.

Lorelai smiled again and nodded, "Got it." She replied as she ushered her friend out the door "Talk to you soon." She said as she bid Sookie farewell.

"Night, Lorelai." Sookie called as she hopped into her car and backed out of the driveway.

Lorelai made her way upstairs and swiftly got to her usual routine. She hopped in the shower and quickly lathered herself up with her sweet smelling body wash and rinsed off, opting to clip her hair up, preventing it from getting wet.

When she was through, she stepped out and sauntered over to her dresser in her room and grabbed her underwear, a bra, jeans and a top. She got dressed and pulled the clip from her hair, before she placed it back in the drawer. She went about completing her make up, before she grabbed her phone and her purse as she headed downstairs and out the door. Lorelai hopped in her jeep and drove to the diner, dreading the conversation that was bound to happen.


Luke had returned back downstairs into the diner just a little after Lorelai had been hauled away. He figured he could kill time faster by throwing himself into his tasks with helping Ceasar and Lane with the lunch rush.

Although it seemed like a great idea and a simple solution – seeing as that's what he always did – Luke just couldn't get into his normal routine for the life of him. He kept forgetting orders, dropping utensils, spilling drinks and delivering plates to the wrong table. His mind felt like silly putty - being wrenched in every which way - preventing him to focus on one thing.

It wasn't until a quarter to six in the evening, when Luke finally agreed with Lane and Ceaser to go up to his apartment after the lunch rush to relax, seeing as all he did was make them work even harder to clean up after his messes or re-cook food he had accidentally dropped. He decided that he could go up and start getting ready to meet Lorelai.

He trudged his way up the stairs to his apartment and headed straight for the bathroom. He fluently shed his clothes and removed his hat from its rightful place a top of his head and flicked his wrist, causing it to land on the sinks countertop, before he hopped into the shower.

He twisted the knob to the hot water on full blast, while he rotated the knob of the cold water just a little, only to mediate the heat. He allowed the warmth of the water to act as a disguise as it cloaked over him, drawing him deeper and deeper into conscientious thoughts.

The words that Lorelai had grudgingly let spill from her mouth earlier that day, overflowed his mind as it hurtled down upon him like ravening blood thirsty wolves. He stood under the tension relieving sprays of steam as his stomach tightened uneasily.

The look on Lorelai's face as she revealed her secret, played non-stop in his mind – like the It's a Small World song – constantly playing over and over. The unceasing hollow feeling in the pits of his stomach didn't settle well with him, as the worst possible outcomes were the only images being shown in his head.

He knew he was a bit preoccupied with the whole April ordeal, but Lorelai understood the situation – at least he thought she did. All he wanted was a little time alone to spend with his daughter and to get to know her before he introduced her to Lorelai, which would cause him to be forgotten in the mix.

He knew any normal person in their right mind would choose to spend time with Lorelai over him any day, and he was one of them. And with that being said, the only thing in his life that he had absolutely no doubt about, was indeed Lorelai. She was the one and only thing in his life that he was always so sure of, so for her to say and think that he didn't want her threw him for a loop.

Luke quickly lathered himself with his soap and cleaned up. He stepped out of the shower and dried off. As he got dressed, he stopped to look at himself in the mirror over the sink. He sighed at his own uncertain image, before he replaced his hat on top of his head and exited back into his apartment.

He scurried around trying to tick off time as he busied himself in washing the few dishes in the sink, fixing his bed and tidying up the place. He rested his hands on his hips as his brows creased at the sight.

Why was he washing dishes in the apartment? Why was there a need to fix the bed? And why the hell were most of his things still there?

Luke had hardly been spending nights at Lorelai's place, which was supposed to be their place. He couldn't even remember the last time he spent the night there, let alone when the last time they had been intimate.

Had it really been that long? He stopped to think and concluded that the fact that he felt like a hormone crazed teenager when Lorelai basically pounced on him, was evidence enough that it had definitely been a while.

Luke growled in frustration. He looked at his watch and saw that it was now 6:30pm. He had thirty more minutes before he would meet Lorelai, so he grabbed his trusty old, green duffle bag from his closet and strolled over to his drawer. He began stuffing as much clothing into the bag as he could fit, determined to take over more of his belongings to Lorelai's place. Once the bag was filled to the brim, he retrieved his keys, his wallet and his phone and headed downstairs to check on the diner, before he would head over to see Lorelai.


As Lorelai drove down the street, two buildings away from Luke's, she had got the glimpse of a familiar face, which caused her to slow her speed and gradually come to a stop next to the man.

"Hey there, Houdini!" She called out to him, which caused the man to turn in her direction and smile at seeing her.

The man was none other than Billy. He walked up to the passenger side window; "You always call people by the wrong name?" He teased, his voice low, but the corners of his mouth held still upwards.

Lorelai shook her head playfully, "Nah, just a lucky few."

Billy smirked giving Lorelai yet again that familiar feeling of clueless placing, "Well don't I feel special." He commented, which earned him a full smile from Lorelai.

"That's because you are. Face it, you're stuck with me, until you leave town, buddy." Lorelai joked.

"I'm not seeing the threat." He replied easily, making Lorelai's cheeks tint a shade of pink.

"I thought you were heading out to your cabin this week?" Lorelai asked, changing the subject.

"I am." He nodded, "I leave tomorrow morning. I just got through having dinner and was about to head back."

"Oh nice. Check in with the Mrs.?" She questioned.

"Exactly." He smiled, "What about you? Where are you off to?"

Lorelai turned to point at Luke's, before she turned back and replied, "There."

"Your fiancée's?" Billy asked.

"Yeah." She replied shortly.

"You gonna talk to him?" He asked, cutting to the chase.

Lorelai nodded, "I figured now or never, right?" Once again feeling as though she had knew this man for years, when in actuality it was less than a week.

Billy nodded, "Just remember, it's all gonna be okay." He reassured her "Also, when you go on your break, try the no contact thing for minimum at least one week." He told her, gaining raised brows from Lorelai, "Trust me." He said firmly, but sincerely causing Lorelai to question why she did indeed trust this man, "He'd be a fool not to go crazy without you."

Lorelai gave Billy a sad smile, "Is it bad if I'm hoping he does?" She asked, causing Billy to chuckle.

"Not at all." Billy shook his head, "I think it's completely justified in this case."

Lorelai smiled a little bigger, "Good" She spoke softly.

"Hey?" Billy called to her softly, causing Lorelai to look up at him, "Go get em'. And don't back down, darlin'. You need this, so take it." Lorelai nodded. "Well, I've gotta head back now, but good luck and I'll see you around soon."

"Well, I'm actually gonna be leaving for a week or two, so maybe not. You might be gone before I get back." Lorelai informed him, a little bummed about the thought of not running into him anymore.

"Nah, I'll be around." Billy shook his head with a smirk grazing his lips, "I told you that already. If you need me, I'll be around… somehow." Lorelai raised her brows in question, "Houdini" He explained to her as he pointed to himself, "remember?" He finished, causing her to laugh softly.

"Yeah. Well, I guess I'll see you around then." She spoke hopefully.

"No doubt about that, Ms. Gilmore." He replied as he tapped the door of her jeep, shooting her a wink that caused her insides to flutter with the similarities in Luke and Billy, before he turned to walk away.

Lorelai took a few minutes to gather herself, before she got out of her car and headed towards the diner. She mentally prepared for the worst. She hated crying, because crying to her meant weakness, but in this case her tears were beyond the point of being able to control, so she hoped that she could at least get everything out as clearly as possible.

Lorelai finally made it to the diner and walked up the few steps to the door. She laid her hand on the handle as she whispered, "Here we go."


Author's Note: If ya'll haven't recognized, the title of this chapter comes from one of my favorite songs; Counting Stars by One Republic. There's relatable meanings within the song that I loved and automatically thought of LL. Thanks again for all the follows, favorites and reviews. Ya'll are awesome!