It has been forever, I KNOW, but I'm updating now. So review!!!

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Oh, on my songfic series, I have like two chapters ready, I'm just waiting on reviews before I update!!! I might update before then, just because I'm impatient, but I would like reviews of the new chapters if I do.

Luke woke up to his daughter crying 3 hours later. He got out of bed, went into the living room area, and picked her up. Her cries quieted a little at her father's warmth. He started to look around for Lorelai until he remembered she was probably working right now. Luke changed Rory and fixed her a bottle. He was trying to be calm but on the inside he was shaken up.

How could I do that? I know it wasn't all me, but I shouldn't have done that. I just got here, and Lorelai was so kind by letting me stay with her, then we go off and do that. I can't be doing it, I have a 3 month old little girl, and now I need to find a new place to live.

In an hours time, Luke got showered, dressed, and Rory packed up. He walked down the stairs with Rory strapped to his chest, and a backpack (He didn't want to be see carrying a pink diaper bag.).

He was going to see if he could sneak out of the diner without Lorelai noticing him. He was ashamed of his actions. He is a father of a young girl, and fathers of young girls don't have sex. That was it, period.

He was right about to open the door when...

"Luke..." Lorelai caught him. Maybe if he acted as if he didn't hear her he could get out. He opens the door and steps out...

"Luke..." He just got out, he didn't look back, but if he did he would have seen a very confused diner owner.

Luke decided to walk around town, and as he did so, he came upon this beautiful inn, The Indepenence Inn, and he also saw a sign that was just what he was looking for.

"Kitchen Help Wanted" So he walked in the front door, and up to the front desk.

"Can I speak with the manager?"

"What?" A man with a very think french accent asked.

"I asked if I could speak with the manager?"

"I guess, Mia."

"What Michel?" A woman's voice could be heard.

"Mia a young man wants to see you."

"Alright, I will be out in just a moment."

Not a couple seconds later when a woman in her early 30's came out of what he suspected an office.

"Can I help you?"

"I um, saw the 'Kitchen Help Wanted' sign, I'm here to ask about that."

"Okay, could you step back into my office."

"Uh sure."

They both went into the office and Luke took a seat on one side of the desk, Mia on the other.

"Okay, let's start off, what's your name."

"Uh Luke, Luke Danes ma'am."

"And the little one strapped to your chest would be?"

"Oh, that is my daughter, Rory, she is three months."

"You don't look old enough to have a child, and where is the mother."

"I'm 18, yes, awefully young to have a kid, but I can't change anything now. And the mother, left a week after Rory's birth."

"That's terrible, but now let's get to the reason your here. You said you wanted to work for the kitchen, correct?"

"Yes ma'am, I am in need of a job, and a place to stay."

"Well, how about this, you can work in the kitchen, and we have an old potting shed out back that has been remade into a tiny one-room apartment. Would that work?"

"Yes, it would be great."

"Good it's settled then, you will start tomorrow, right now, I'll show you the kitchen and the head chef, she isn't much older than you, just a couple of years."

"Thank yo..." Right then Rory began to fuss, and then the fuss turned into a cry.

"Oh my, is she alright?"

"Yeah, it's just her feeding time."

"Oh well excuse me then, when you are done, I will show you the kitchen."

"Thank you."

Short I know, review and I will update.