A/N Another chapter,sorry for the wait,but this one is extra long to make up for it. Im grateful for all yous who keep reviewing,its what keeps me going.That and Luke..but thats a whole nother story.xD Thanks to rubberducky3399 for helping me out with this chapter !

rubberducky3399-Yes but anything over two lines is long for me so.xD Ill make sure to edit some emotional Lorlelai in the next chapter.

LLfreak8285-Brothers are annoying like that-I have a twin brother-bleck.BUt glad you like my story and hope this wasnt to long a wait !

Scottjunkie-well L/L all the way xD glad you liked it.

epona9009-Personally I like to see Luke dressed up once in a while,but I absouloutly love his flannel.xDVery overdue I love yous ! xD well sorta I love you..but Ill take what i can get.Sorry about the format,Im not sure if its me or the site.Luke does hate coffee,but he probably being to strict,a bad on my part,sorries.

MissBeverlyHills-Glad you liked !

Disclaimer-I dont own GG.Maybe some day...but not today.Or maybe never.Yes...probably never.Title is from a Beatles song.

"Hey ." She smiled sleepily over at him as he rubbed circles upon her growing stomach.

"Hey.." he answered softly placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you ?" she asked smiling at him as she pulled back.

"You might of mentioned it once or twice." he said placing another kiss on her lips.

"Good." she murmured kissing him back.

"I love you too." he mumbled through the kiss. She only kissed him harder. She shifted on the bed and placed her hand over his on her stomach and snuggled closer.

" Breakfast...?" she asked after a few moments.

"Of course." he said but neither moved. Finally he got up and headed downstairs, while she watched contently. A few minutes later she padded down the stairs and stood in the kitchen doorway, watching him make pancakes.

"Luke Junior wants some raisins in those pancakes there mister." She winced at the mention of fruit.

"One my son is not going to be a junior." he looked pointedly at her." And two I will put some extra raisins in the pancakes." He walked over to her and placed a loving kiss on her lips before moving to the refrigerator to retrieve the raisins.

"We'll see Luke...we'll see." she teased, though in the back of her mind she had the perfect name. The kitchen begins to dissolve in front of her and she tries to cling to the doorway. She finds herself in a dark room, and suddenly she is being shaken. She looks around to see a giant pickle, vigorously shaking her and saying her name over and over.

"Lorelai...Lorelai ...Lorelai !" Oddly enough the voice sounded identical to Luke's. She swatted at the pickle which seemed to be as stubborn as she was.

Luke tried to shake her awake but she only resisted more. He then knelt down and shook her one last time with a quiet gentle "Lorelai". Her eyes opened immediately. The pickle she had just been trying to push away had transformed into Luke somehow and she found herself sitting in the diner with her head on one of the tables. Luke was kneeling next to her holding something familiar in his hand. A pickle jar.

"What's that ?" she asked glaring at the jar, as she picked her head up off the table.

"A ..jar of pickles." he responded giving her an odd look.

"Oh." she said softly. He nodded and headed back toward the kitchen.

"Luke wait !" He turned.

"What ?"

"Can I have one of your pickles ?"

Luke froze and turned around." What ?" he asked as his voice went up a note. Luke was not one for squeaking and voice changing, in fact, he hated that part of puberty, but here he was uncharacteristically squeaking like an annoy lab rat looking for food. Lorelai looked at him strangely, but was a bit to tired to mock him a the moment, but stuck it in her memory for later use.

She pointed to the pickle jar. "I want one of those."

"Oh.." he shook his head, he could feel the color rising in his cheeks. " Sure." He turned and quickly put the pickle on the plate and handed it to her.

"Thanks." she pushed the pickle around her plate for a bit before taking a bite. "Yum." she said half heartedly.

"Lorelai I was gone three minutes and you fell asleep." Luke commented." Are you sure your okay ?"

Lorelai looked up from her pickle and looked as if contemplating an answer. "Just tired." she answered truthfully.

"Don't work yourself to hard." he warned protectively. She gave him a small smile. Now three and a half months pregnant she was extremely busy at the inn and extremely tired. She had been staying up late to try and finish the paper work, and the last night she had fallen asleep just after 3:00 a.m. Luke disappeared back into the kitchen and when he reappeared she was once again asleep. With a concerned look he gently touched her shoulder.

"Hey...Lorelai.." he said softly, whispering in her ear. She shifted and he found himself staring directly into her eyes. She looked tired, and there were light circles beneath her eyes, though mostly covered up by her make-up. He gulped.

"Hey...you fell asleep again." For some reason his voice did not stray above a whisper. He could tell she was struggling to comprehend what he was saying in her groggy state. Looking around, noting it was the mid morning lull, he placed his hands under her arms and hoisted her from her seat. She swayed lightly and clung to his flannel, half asleep.

"I'm taking you upstairs..." he said softly.

"Dirty.." she mumbled sleepily. She leaned heavily on him as he led her up the stairs, he managed to open the door and get her to the bed. He helped her down gently and pulled the covers over her. She snuggled deep into the blanket falling asleep almost instantly. Luke looked down at her with a sigh, still fighting the urge to go and kill this Jack .He'd only met the guy once, and he was a bit standoffish and controlling of Lorleai. It had ended badly ,Lorelai had to hold Jack back and practically pushed him out of the diner, while Luke, seething was held back by Caesar. One comment was all it took to set the guy off. Taking one last look at her he gently placed a kiss on her forehead and made his way downstairs to the diner.

Lorelai woke a while later, disgruntled and groggy. It took her a moment to place her surroundings, but eventually she recognized the plain but familiar apartment. Slowly she let her eyes wander along the walls and stops at the kitchen. He's in there, washing dishes, so she knows she's been up here a while. She feels much better, still tired, but she feels as if she can at least handle what the day would throw her next-though as she glances out the window, day is done and gone. Blue eyes watch him slowly, tracking his every move. She cannot get the dream from her head, circling around and around, echoing and berating her with a meaning unclear . She shifted and sat up in bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

She blinked softly as she watched him finish up and turn to look at her, both simultaneously looking down upon catching the others gaze. She smiled, he blushed.

"What time is it ?" she asked, wiping away the rest of the sleep, her voice ending in a yawn.

Luke glanced at the silver alarm clock on the bedside table, the numbers stating the time in a bold red. "Its about ten thirty."

"Wow." she said, wiping a stray lock of hair from her eyes.

"Yeah, you even slept through my fight with Taylor."

Lorelai sat up straighter." Did you hit him this time ?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

"No, but I came close." he smiled slightly and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Good, because I would be so upset if I missed it." She gave a dramatic sigh.

"I'm famished, and parched." she said, licking her lips. Luke raised an eyebrow.

"Hungry and thirsty." she said giving him a 'duh' look.

"I know what it means ."he grumbled, getting up and heading to the small kitchen. She smirked after him, her wit hadn't worn off yet, and she suspected it never would.

About five minutes later, Luke reappeared at the bedside with a breakfast tray, pancakes, syrup and a glass of apple juice-even though it was way past breakfast time. She eyed the tray carefully, then crossed her arms.

"No coffee ?" she whined.

"Lorelai." he warned.

"Just one sip." she begged.

"No."

"A teeny tiny sip ?" she pleaded.

"No." Luke's answer didn't look as if it was changing anytime soon, but still she persisted.

"How's about, I get a sip of coffee and then I will eat a vegetable ?"

"How about you don't get a sip of coffee, and then eat a vegetable."

"Your kidding right ?" she asked in mock horror.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure I was kidding." Lorelai put a hand over her heart.
"Good, you had me scared there." She pouted slightly, looking at him with her big blue eyes. Luke looked away.

"I'm a good person right ?" she asked.

Luke unsure of where this was going nodded. "Yes."

"I'm pretty right ?"

Once again his answer was "Yes."

"My daughters name is Rory…right ?"

Luke let out a sigh. "Yes Lorelai, your daughters name is Rory."

"Rory gets to have coffee right ?"

"Yes she does Lorelai."

"You serve coffee, right."

"Lorelai." his tone was a warning one.

"I want coffee !" she groaned. He rolled his eyes.

"Where were you going with all that anyways ?" he questioned.

"Eh ,I was going to ask so many questions that your head would spin, and then I was going to ask for coffee."

"Nice try." he said.

"Thanks." she pouted and took a look at her apple juice.

"Drink it." Luke said firmly following her gaze.

"But it's healthy !" she exclaimed.

"If it makes you feel any better it's made from concentrate."

"Much better." she grinned and took a sip.

He shook his head. "Why am I not surprised."

She just smiled back, taking another sip of her apple juice, somewhat self consciously.

Lorelai finished her meal in bed ,while Luke watched. He took the tray back to the kitchen and Lorelai played idly with her hands.

"I better go." she said, eying the clock which now read eleven thirty.

"You can stay here you know, your tired, it's dark you shouldn't be walking in the dark."

"Luke it's Stars Hollow." she pointed out.

"Your right." he said, with a small smile.

"And I slept the whole day. I can't possibly be that tired."

"I can walk you home." he offered. She took a moment to consider it then nodded.

"Sure why not."

Luke got his shoes on and Lorelai hers, then they both headed out of the diner and down the deserted street.

"You know, Stars Hollow is pretty nice in the middle of the night." Luke commented ,Lorelai shot him a sidelong glance.

"No Kirk, no Taylor, no other annoying towns people." he elaborated. Lorelai smiled.

"Your right. Although it is kind of fun seeing how many times Kirk can manage to get himself stuck in the same tree during one day." Luke chuckled.

"You've got a point there." The two lapsed into silence, just enjoying the silence of the night, their bodies millimeters apart, shoulders bumping every so often. Luke resisted the urge to reach out and take her hand.

Lorelai looked up to find herself at her house, somewhat surprised for it seemed like they had just left the diner. She felt a chill run down her spine as she looked to Luke, for this was the exact feeling she got at the end of a date. She adverted her gaze, a blush forming on her pale cheeks. Luke watched her, unaware he was staring, until she shifted her gaze to the ground. He cleared his throat embarrassed and shifted on his feet, the toe of his old work boots scuffing the sidewalk.

"Thanks Luke." she said softly, taking the chance to look up at him.

"Good night Lorelai." he replied softly, hesitating when she didn't move. Her gaze locked on his deep blue eyes, his already lost in the depths of hers. He leaned forward slightly, hesitantly, fearfully. Lips millimeters apart, inching closer and closer. A sudden clap of thunder made them both jump apart, and avert their gazes. Their friendship had almost been changed. Almost. A low rumble of thunder called once more, and the rain started to pour down. She wanted to ask him to stay, but she could already see his retreating form as he headed back to the diner. She let the rain soak into her skin for a moment before turning silently and heading back inside.

Change was never good to her. In her life, change only brought the bad things, the things that caused pain and heartbreak, so it's not a mystery why she tending to cling to the regularity of things. But sometimes the tables turn, and she's begging for change, but it seems to have granted her simple routine, the never changing pattern. That almost, outside on the sidewalk, it could have been a scary change, but it was one she was dying to take the chance on. And that dream, earlier today ? She was still contemplating the meaning, it was cloudy and unclear but right under her nose. She slipped under the covers, adjusting her pillows, deep in thought. Luke was ,naturally, the main focus of her thoughts. Just him in general, his flannel, his stubble, his coffee. And as she reflected, she realized she loved each and every part of him, right down to his strong dislike of the junk food that she so passionately consumed. And with these thoughts, formulating and leading to more, she fell into a deep sleep.

The rain soaked through his shirt as he trudged back to the diner. Reveling in the feeling of being so close to her, but longingly to have gotten just a bit closer. He was never a man for change, or anything that would throw off he balance of his uncomplicated routine. Though now, at this time, he was thinking, screw routine, he wanted her, he wanted Lorelai. He had wanted her for some years now, heading slowly toward ten. He found himself heading up the stairs to his apartment, with no memory of his walk back toward his apartment. The door opened with a soft click, as he wandered over to his bed, stripping down to his boxers and pulling on a pair of sweat pants before climbing beneath he covers.
The sun shines harshly across the pillows, seeking out her closed eyes. She rolled over with a groan, trying not to succumb to the day. Her fight was useless and she sat up in a tangled mess of sheets, her hair rumpled and disheveled. She rubbed at her face, trying to alleviate the itchy feeling of sleep. She blinked a few times, smiling slightly at the thought of Luke. She stretched and began to get ready to face the day.

She padded into the kitchen, throwing a flippant glance to her calendar, squinting she tried to read a date and gasped. Today was her appointment to check up on the baby, and the jeep was in the shop. Rory had an exam today, so she couldn't take her, Sookie had some cooking function she was hosting at the inn, Michel wouldn't even if she begged, that left Luke. She could only hope he would take her, or at least let her borrow his truck, because if not she was sunk. Gathering her purse, she headed off down the sidewalk, adjusting her sneakers as she went-hard to do, but she accomplished it.-

She arrived at the diner, relieved to find the mid morning lull. He would be much easier to convince with no-one there. As for what happened last night, she would play off his behavior. Fixing her shirt- a low cut cap sleeved sweater- she headed into the diner, her presence alerted by the ring of the bell. Luke looked up, and froze for a millisecond before heading over to her, where she sat at the counter.

"Hey." he said, his tone normal, but his body language fidgety.

"Hey." she replied, her tone almost shy.

"So…I need a favor." she said, leaning against the counter. And just like that it was back to normal.

"What's that ?" he asked, wiping down the counter.

"I need to borrow your truck."

"Lorelai." he groaned, " Last time you could barely get it down the street."

Lorelai shook her head. "Yeah.. well it's not my fault your truck hates me." she grumbled. Luke gave her a look.

"Fine. Maybe I'm not the best stick driver." she paused. "Dirty !" she giggled, Luke rolled his eyes. "But I really need to borrow it, my jeep is at Gypsy's for repairs and I have a doctors appointment."

Luke looked at her for a moment before dropping his head with a sigh. "Go ahead." he fished the keys from his pocket and handed them to her. She smiled and gave him a quick hug over the counter before racing out the door.

"Put the key in.." she mumbled, as she situated herself on the seat of the old green truck. "Turn it." she continued under her breath. "And wait for it to start…." she said, following her steps, but the truck didn't make a sound. She tried again, but still the truck sat idle. "Well fine." she grumbled and headed back to the diner.

Luke raised an eyebrow as she walked in, a slightly concerned expression-though slightly amused- on his face.

"What's the matter ?" he asked, rounding the counter to meet her in the middle of the diner.

"It won't start !" she complained, holding up the keys. He grabbed them.

"Come on." he called gruffly over his shoulder as he strode over to the truck, reached in the window ,stuck the key in the ignition and started the truck.

Lorelai glared. "That was so not fair." she grumbled, looking from the truck to Luke. Luke shrugged.

"Thanks Luke, you really didn't half to. This was way beyond the call of duty" she said, as they drove down the highway.

Luke cocked an eyebrow. "Lorelai, you couldn't even get it out of reverse."

She shook her head. "It's not my fault your truck is misogynistic." Luke rolled his eyes." Oh turn here !" she said, pointing to the driveway of the small doctors office.

Luke turned the wheel and pulled into the parking lot. The green Chevy pulled into a spot close to the door. Luke turned to see Lorelai staring at the door.

"You getting out ?" he asked.

"Yea." she replied, not moving.

"Okay.." he said hesitantly, he got out himself and moved around the truck to her door. He opened it to find her biting her lip.

"You okay ?" he asked gently.

She nodded, but looked up to him. "Luke I'm scared." she said softly.

Luke put a hand on her shoulder and bent down to look her in the eyes.

"It'll be fine. I'll go with you if you need me to." She swallowed once and nodded, unbuckling and getting out of the truck. Luke smiled and put an arm around her shoulder as the two walked into the office.

Dont forget the pretty purply button-his name is Luke jr.and he wants some love !