A/N: Thanks to all my faithful reviewers, you guys are great. Here's the talk. Just so you know, family is in town this week and part of next, so my next chapter may not be up until after Christmas. I'll try and get it done though. Have fun reading!!

Lorelai scooted over to the edge of the couch, giving Luke enough room to sit down next to her. She patted the cushion lightly and motioned for him to come sit next to her. He threw his baseball cap on the table next to his keys and sat down next to Lorelai. She put her head in his lap and stared up at him, her feet dangling off the arms of the couch.

"How was work, baby?" she asked him, not quite ready to get into the sensitive topic of the evening.

"It was work," he said. "You missed The First Annual Stars Hollow Thumb-War Tournament. Timmy Johnson won."

Lorelai looked surprised. "We have a Thumb-War Tournament? Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. Not just any Thumb-War Tournament, the First Annual Stars Hollow Thumb-War Tournament," Luke said matter of factly.

"Oh wow, who won?" Lorelai asked. "I need to know who to dethrone next year."

"That twerp Timmy Johnson; He picked his nose before every match," Luke said.

"Gross."

Lorelai stared up at Luke. She missed this Luke. The one that she could laugh with and talk with without worrying about what she had to say. The one that focused on nothing but her when she was in the room. She missed the way he played with her hair, the way he stared down at her and the way she could always tell what was on his mind. She wondered why she hadn't seen this Luke lately. Had she been so preoccupied with this baby stuff she'd just forgotten to spend time with him? She opened her mouth to say something, but Luke said something first.

"Lorelai," Luke said, squeezing her hand. She looked up at him curiously and let out a soft noise to tell him to go on. "I can't have babies with you."

Lorelai swallowed and sighed a little. She looked up at the man she loved more than anything else and wondered what could possibly be holding him back.

"Why don't you want to have babies with me?" She bit her lip in an effort to try and stop the tears from pooling in her blue eyes. She knew that they would fall soon if she didn't try and stop them.

"I do want to have babies with you," Luke stated. Lorelai looked at him in bewilderment. What the hell is he talking about? Is he even listening to himself?

"Luke, you're confusing the hell out of me. You're like that damn Jack-in-the-Box that keeps popping its head out every single time you try and put it back in there. Can't make up your mind if you're in the box or out of the box." She said, a somewhat angry look on her face.

"Lorelai, listen to me, I can't have kids." He said, a bit louder.

"Why not?" she asked, loud enough that if there hadn't been two children in the house it could easily have turned into a fight.

"The doctor told me I can't," Luke said. Lorelai stared up at him in bewilderment. She could hardly believe it. "He said there was a 99 chance that I couldn't have them." Luke shrugged and stared at the arm of the couch, trying to hide from the shame he felt of being a man and not being able to have children.

"Luke, you should have told me," Lorelai said softly. She realized she was about to break down in tears or start yelling or doing something girlish, so she retaliated with her favorite defense mechanism. "All those years we could have not used protection."

Luke looked at her. "That wasn't funny."

"I know," she said.

He ran his fingers through her hair. "Lorelai, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you wanted another kid. I didn't want to bring it up earlier because I didn't think there was any use if you didn't want another one. And then you came in here and wanted a kid and it took me by surprise and I didn't want to tell you out there on the sidewalk in the snow. I didn't want to tell you at all actually. But I thought I might lose you if I didn't. Funny, earlier I thought I might lose you if you did."

"You could never lose me," Lorelai said, staring into Luke's eyes. "You're stuck on me, pal. Like a band-aid."

Luke smiled. "Are you really upset?"

She half-nodded. "Rory's getting older and she'll be at Harvard soon and I'm here and I miss little feet. And smelly diapers. And slobbery kisses. And… sticky hands." She smiled up at him. He laughed.

"I wish we could have a sticky handed kid running around, Lorelai." He said. "If I could help it, we would."

Lorelai let a few tears roll down her cheeks, but she never moved her gaze from Luke. She couldn't tell what she was feeling. She was caught at a crossroads. She was happy that Luke hadn't just not wanted to have babies with her. Just the other day she had felt so rejected and alone. How could someone she loved so much not want to have babies with her. She had thought there was something wrong with her, or that maybe he didn't love her as much as he said he did. But really, he just wasn't physically able to have kids.

She found herself somewhat scared. She had so many tears to cry, but she felt like she couldn't cry them in front of Luke. It wasn't his fault he couldn't have kids, and it wasn't his fault she'd pinned her hopes and dreams on having a child with him. He wasn't the one that had hurt her; the situation had hurt her. But he would think he had. And so she blinked back her tears.

"Have you made any plans for next Saturday night yet," Luke asked her. Lorelai looked up at him funny. "I just wasn't sure if you had a hot date with your latino boyfriend for Valentines Day or something."

Lorelai laughed, "There are so many Latino men in Stars Hollow to choose from. I'm still debating, why?"

"I wanted to take you out. Think you can forego the salsa dancing for one night?" Luke asked.

"Mmm, I'm not sure. It's either Salsa or Flamingo or it's not Valentines Day," she replied, teasing him.

"So order a burrito," Luke said smartly.

Lorelai laughed, "What did you have in mind, Prince Charming?"

Luke shrugged. "Uhhh. I don't know."

Lorelai grinned, "You just want some dessert, don't you?"

Luke blushed and stuttered. "n..n…n..no…"

Lorelai laughed. "I'm free."

Luke smiled and leaned down and kissed her, "I thought so."

"Rory and Elizabeth will be at the dance, anyway, so you can have as much dessert as you like."

Luke grinned. "Wait," he said, scratching his head. "Who's Elizabeth?"