Notes:

Just so you know the next chapter will be posted a little late because I'm going home for my sister's wedding today and won't be back for about a week. But please feel free to leave lots of lovely reviews while I'm gone!

I know a few of you have expressed feelings about the direction the story is going but to me this was a natural progression. Lorelai's had so much happen in her early years, then Christopher hitting her, the twins being born early, and her not sure about her financial situation. To me this was only natural for her, she's a strong person but how much can she take, especially with the hormones and because she never really dealt with a lot of it. I assure you that this whole thing will only serve to make the Luke and Lorelairelationship stronger and more secure, as that is the essence of the story.

Hey, where did scubaluver go? Missing your great reviews!

Rachel - I'm updating. How's that? j/k. I'm glad you can see LG acting this out cuz when I'm writing that's actually what I'm picturing in my head. Luke wasn't doubting Lorelai's capabilities, he was just worried that she wasn't doing well.

Anyways, here's what you all have been waiting for...

Luke and Lorelai's House

Lorelai was released from the hospital after a few more days. Liam was supposed to be released when she was but he never took to breast feeding so they had to make sure he was adjusted to the bottle before the doctors could check him out. Then Luke and Lorelai were about to take him home, promising to bring him back after a day. Baby Girl Danes is still in the same condition she was in before, but Luke, Lorelai and many others have been checking in on her daily.

Luke finds Lorelai in the nursery with wallpaper and paint samples. Liam is in the crib in the nursery. "I didn't realize that it was already time to redecorate," he comments. Lorelai doesn't respond. "Lorelai, where is Liam going to sleep if we redecorate this room?"

"We'll move the crib into the sewing room," Lorelai responds. She picks up a wallpaper sample with ducks on it and holds it against the wall. Lorelai looks over at Luke, who shakes his head. "You told me I have to stay on maternity leave. I'm going out of my mind with worry about my daughter. I have to take care of a son who hates me so much he won't even take my breastmilk. And my oldest child barely has time to call since she started back in classes. What am I supposed to do?"

"Lorelai, Liam doesn't hate you. Dr. Shaw said it wasn't unusual for a premature infant to had trouble breastfeeding. You should concentrate on other things," Luke says. Lorelai's mouth drops open. "Really Lorelai, spending your time worried about our daughter isn't good for you either. And remember your health is just as important right now. I'm worried about you too." Lorelai closes her mouth, covering it with a hand, as she thinks.

"My daughter's going to hate me too," she whispers, her eyes pools of pain.

"Lorelai…" She shakes her head and walks out of the nursery, dropping the samples to the floor on her way out.

Luke checks on a sleeping Liam and grabs the baby monitor as he walks out of the room and into the bedroom. Yet he finds no Lorelai in the room. Glancing across the hall, he spies her in her sewing room. He sticks the baby monitor in his back pocket and walks in there. Lorelai is looking at a small dress that she had made. "Our daughter is going to love that outfit," he says. Lorelai shakes her head, laying the dress back down on the table.

"I can't do it," she whispers, not looking at Luke.

"Lorelai, you've got to talk to me. Tell me what's going on. I was the one excited about a boy, you wanted to mother another girl all along…"

"You don't always get what you want," she begins to sing. "You don't always get what you want. But sometimes, you get what you need."

"Lorelai?"

"Rolling Stones."

"I've heard of them."

"Have you ever been to one of their concerts? When I was about 14, I wanted to go to one of their concerts and, of course, Mom said no. She'd rather I went to a classical music concert. I'll bet Mom's never even heard of the Rolling Stones." Lorelai huffs. "We can't have a girl. It's like destroying a life before it's even begun. Like a Kennedy, fated to an undesirable experience."

"Lorelai, you're a great mother…" She shakes her head.

"No, I'm not. And Luke, that's not what I'm getting at. My mother's isn't happy with her life. Rory's life is a mess, mine isn't much better. And our daughter is in the hospital fighting for her life. It sucks to be a Gilmore Girl," Lorelai informs Luke. He stares at her.

"I can't believe you just said that."

"Better believe it boyfriend."

"How long ago was it that I was sitting with you in our living room giving you that engagement ring and you were telling me how happy you are with your life, in fact you yelled at your mother when she insisted you were ruining your life? What happened to that? Where was that Lorelai?" Luke yells in frustration. Lorelai rubs her forehead, confused.

"I… I am happy, Luke," Lorelai manages. She turns away from him, scratching her forehead, trying to sort her feelings out.

"Fine, you're happy," Luke snaps before she can clear her head. Luke shakes his head and walks out. After a moment, she hears the front door slam behind him.

Lorelai walks over and picks up the dress again. She sighs. Hearing fussing coming from the nursery, she puts the dress back down and walks out of the room.

Luke comes home and searches the house for Lorelai. He finds her in Rory's room, asleep on the bed. He watches her for a moment, sleeping peacefully. Then he takes off his shoes and lies down beside her, facing her back, wrapping his arms around her. Lorelai leans back into him.

"Why do we do this?" Lorelai whispers. "I don't want to fight with you. I hate it. Why bother going to dinner with the Draytons, if we're just going to tear ourselves apart on our own?" Luke kisses the back of her head. She leans over onto her back so that she looks up at him. "Want to hear my apology?" Luke smiles. He leans in and kisses her on the lips. "Oh you had the same one…" They kiss again, as Lorelai reaches up to cup the back of Luke's head, lengthening their kiss a bit.

"Where's Liam?" Luke asks. Lorelai raises one eyebrow suggestively. Luke shakes his head.

"He's upstairs. You left the baby monitor on the couch when you stormed out, so I brought it in here with me," Lorelai says. Luke nods. He looks up and around the room.

"You know, I've never really been in here. I mean when Rory was young it would have been weird and since then… I don't know, it's always been her space…" Lorelai smiles. She glances over at the bulletin board full of Yale posters.

"Yeah… even now, it's her space…" Lorelai says quietly. "Luke, I miss her. I miss her so much I can't imagine raising another girl. I can't imagine mothering a child, a little girl, after all Rory and I have been through together."

"Lorelai…"

"Are you mad?"

"I just wish you had mentioned these concerns to me earlier. Rory's raised and she's perfect, wonderful, and that's not going to change if you mother our daughter. You aren't breaking some unwritten law if you raise another girl. It's not like some lotion you can use up. Love. Motherhood. It's not like that. You can love our daughter. You can hold her and take care of her and teach her healthy habits, which don't include junk food and coffee. The only thing that's going to keep you from doing that is you." Lorelai stares at him, as if she's trying to work through the fog in her mind. She leans in and kisses him. "I'm here for you Lorelai, every step away."

"I just call out your name?" Lorelai teases. Luke smiles.

"And where ever I am, I'll come running." He leans in and kisses her soft and deep. Lorelai pulls away, eyes closed, her head still spinning.

"Okay, what's first?" Lorelai asks.

"Well, first, she needs a name," Luke says, watching her eyes for a sign. Lorelai takes a deep breath.

"I don't know, Luke."

"If we give her a name, it's like she's real. Like she's got something to fight for," Luke tells Lorelai, who nods. She purses her lips. "Did you pick a name?"

"Well, I had, before all this happened, I was going to name her Molly after Molly Ringwald, who portrayed me in another lifetime." Luke furrows his eyebrows.

"But you changed your mind?" Lorelai nods.

"Yes, I want to name her Olivia," Lorelai says.

"Olivia?" She nods. "After some woman who told us to 'get physical'?" Luke asks, a little unsure about Lorelai's choice.

"Not bad advice," Lorelai jokes. Luke gives her a look. Lorelai wiggles her eyebrows again.

"Lorelai…" he warns. She giggles.

"No, I meant for Olivia de Havilland," she says. Luke looks away trying to remember who this is. "She played Melanie in Gone With the Wind."

"And…?"

"And, what no one remembers about that is a few years after that she took five years off of making movies because she was fighting to be able to get out of the role that Warner Brothers had her stuck in of the sweet beautiful waif so that she could actually win an Oscar and not just be nominated. She fought it through the courts and won. Then she came back with four fabulous movies including To Each His Own, in which she played a completely different role and from which she won the first of her two Oscars."

"Good for her," Luke says, still a little confused. "I still don't understand what I'm supposed to get from that."

"Olivia de Havilland was amazing. She fought and she persevered and she came out stronger than she was before. I want our daughter to have that spirit," Lorelai explains. Luke nods. "Okay? You're not going to name her Emily now, are you?" Luke chuckles.

"No, I think Olivia's a great name," Luke responds.

"Good." Lorelai grins as she kisses him again.

"Olivia Annabel Danes."

"Annabel?"

"Like the Poe poem."

"Ah, to remind her of the night she was conceived." They both laugh. "We'll keep that to ourselves."

"We'd better," Luke says.

"Lorelai, Luke, Liam and Livvie. Wow, we are the Spencers. That's enough to make me nauseous," Lorelai notes.

"Me too, we'll have to call her Olivia," Luke agrees. He takes her hand in his as he gets regains his somber tone. "Lorelai, I'm serious about this, what can I do to help?"

"Well, Warren Justice, the words coming from your mouth," Lorelai teases. Luke shakes his head. She smiles. Then she intertwines their fingers, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing it. "I need you to get me through this."