Disclaimer: Yes, suddenly, I have become a billionaire! Money falls from the heavens down on me. And oh, wait? What was that? I own Gilmore Girls! No way!
Seriously, people, do I even need one of these?

4. Meet the Parent

The diner was closed and all the lights were off. Lorelai was nowhere to be found and Luke was just settling in, trying to make a quick snack before he went to bed. He had left the kitchen door unlocked for Lorelai and was planning on leaving a cup of coffee in the pot with a little note next to it.

Dear Lorelai,
You will be completely devastated when your baby dies as an infant from over-dosage of coffee.
Luke

He yawned hugely and took his hat off, placing it on his dresser. He quickly changed into his pajamas as the microwave dinged, signaling that his frozen dinner was ready. He sighed, wondering why he always made frozen dinners when he owned his own diner.

He wolfed it down, feeling like a complete pig. But he really wanted to get to bed. He had no idea that helping a pregnant lady get around would be so much work. He was helping her with her morning sickness and he had never in his life gotten such odd requests for food.

He was rinsing off his fork and cup when the door to his apartment slammed open. This seems to be happening a lot, Luke thought as he turned around to face a woman he had never seen before.

She looked very prim and proper like her hair never moved. And if it did, she would beat it with a stick. Her lips were straight and her brow was creased in the middle. She held a purse at her side and it matched her expensive suit perfectly. She had on high-heeled shoes that he guessed added about two inches to her height.

"Luke Danes?" she said, setting her purse down on his kitchen table.

"Umm, yes?" he said, giving her a weird look. "We're closed, you know."

She shot him a disgusted glare. "As if I would order anything from a diner," she huffed, pulling out a chair. "Sit, we need to talk."

Luke, a little intimidated by the woman, sat down at the table and asked, "Who are you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Just like Lorelai. Of course, don't tell you room mate about your mother! I am Emily Gilmore."

"Oh," Luke said softly, silently agreeing with Lorelai that her mother was a little on the edge. "Why are you here?" he asked, not even attempting to sound polite.

"I am here on account of Lorelai," she said. Duh, Luke thought. "She told me that she found a place to live. I was able to track it down to this house."

Luke got a little nervous. "Did she tell you she was staying here?"

"Like she ever tells me anything anymore," she said, adjusting her hair. "I have my ways. Anyway," she said, staring hard at him, "I wanted to make sure that you can take care of my daughter."

"Well, if you're so concerned about her, why don't you let her back in the house," Luke said, standing up. "Mrs. Gilmore, I hate to be rude, but I really need to get some sleep. I live a busy life."

She snorted. "Oh, Mr. Danes, you don't even know the definition of busy. And this conversation is not over until I say it is! Sit!"

Luke rolled his eyes, sitting back down. "Mrs. Gilmore, can't we do this at another time?"

She acted as if she couldn't hear him. "We, Mr. Gilmore and I, have recently found out that Lorelai has been using her father's credit card. Do you have anything to do with this?"

"Oh course I don't," Luke said. "Lorelai is a very independent person."

"She's a little too independent. She seems to go with the flow a little too much if you ask me. She needs some structure in her life, and judging by this apartment, I don't think you can supply her with that," she said, lifting up the tablecloth and sneering at nothing.

Luke, very offended, looked around his apartment and couldn't see where she found any faults. He paid his bills; he cleaned, dusted, vacuumed, owned the place, what was wrong? "Okay, I'm way to tired for this. Mrs. Gilmore, please-"

"And what's up with your transportation? I hope that truck in front of the diner isn't yours. That will most certainly not do for my daughter!"

"It's my damn truck! Now please get out of my house!" Luke said, standing up. "I don't have time to fight with you right now, Mrs. Gilmore!"

She opened her mouth to say something when the kitchen door opened and Lorelai walked in, a happy little smile on her face as she touched her belly. "Luke!" she called, her gaze staying on her belly. "I have something to tell- mother?"

She looked up and sees Emily sitting at the kitchen table. "Lorelai," she said, standing up. "Where were you?"

Lorelai groaned loudly and walked over to the couch. "Mother! You have no control over me when I don't live under your roof!"

Emily huffed and walked over to Lorelai. "I have control over you until you're 18, young missy! Now, where were you?"

Lorelai sighed and rolled her eyes. "I had a doctors appointment."

Emily did something between an annoyed grunt and snort. "At this hour?"

"Mom, it's on the calendar and everything. I swear it was just the doctors!"

Emily sighed and turned around to face Luke. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said, before walking out of the apartment and slamming the door shut.

Luke rubbed his eyes and walked over to Lorelai on the couch. She looked glooming around the apartment before turning to Luke. "How come she always manages to ruin every good thing that happens to me?"

"I'm sure she doesn't mean to," Luke said, eyeing the pillow with excitement.

Lorelai sniffed and then continued. "Well, I have good news!"

"What is it?" Luke asked, looking up at her face instead of at the pillow.

A/N: My pathetic attempt at a cliffy. -Sigh-.
I want to thank all the reviewers and for pointing out that Luke was a health freak. Slipped my mind xD.
R/R!
Love,
-- Eternal Love LJ
P.s.- I think that Emily sounds more like Lorelai's grandmother (umm, I forget her name). But oh well, what's fanfiction for?