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Chapter 5. Realizations

"My baby has a father now, Luke! Christopher took me back!"

Luke looked at Lorelai warily. Did she just tell me that the biggest jerk in the world not only wants her back, but she wants him back, too? "That's . . . great, Lorelai."

She began to frown. "What's wrong, Luke? Isn't this great? Now my baby can be raised in a family!"

"Did you take your vitamins this morning?" Luke asked. "Maybe we should raise the dosage."

Lorelai stood up and put her purse on the counter. "Why can't you be happy for me, Luke? He even went to my doctor's appointment with me! It's a girl! I'm having a girl!"

Luke stood up and walked over to Lorelai. He pulled her into a quick, slightly awkward hug. "That's wonderful, Lorelai. But maybe you should think a little bit about date Christopher again before you re-start your relationship."

Lorelai looked like she was on the verge of tears. Damn pregnancy hormones.

"I'm going to take a shower. Good night, Luke." Lorelai marched into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Suddenly, Luke wasn't tired in the slightest. And what was this . . . regret? Anger?

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The phone ringing woke Luke up at 9 o'clock. It was Sunday, but he still looked at the clock and panic attack! thought that he was late for work.

He scrambled up and almost knocked over the new lamp he had to replace trying to get dressed and answer the phone at the same time.

"Hello?" Luke said, falling and landing on the bed.

"Um, hello? Is . . . does Lorelai Gilmore live here?" said a man's voice.

Luke stopped dressing and realizing it was Sunday, stopped completely, but at the same time, realized that it was Christopher on the phone.

"Is this . . . Christopher?"

"Yes," said the man, sounding a little happier. "Has Lorelai told you about me?"

And how horrible you are. Luke was tempted to hang up the phone, but that was too risky. Lorelai would surly hear about it and Luke knew to never under estimate a mad pregnant person.

"Yes, she has," Luke said, his teeth clenched.

"Fantastic! That's fantastic," Christopher said. "Is she home?"

"No," Luke said, not looking around the apartment. "She . . . had to go to the store."

"For what?" Christopher asked. "Why didn't you go get it? Or why didn't she call me?"

"Lorelai is perfectly capable to push around a little cart."

There was a pause on the other end. "Sure, yes, of course she is. Well, can you have her call me when she gets home? My mother wants to discuss a wedding."

". . . A wedding?"

"Yes," Christopher said, so happy that he could feel his smile. "A wedding. With a cake and everything."

"But . . . Lorelai just said that you got back together last night!" Luke said, appalled.

"She doesn't know yet," Christopher said, his smile becoming louder and louder. "Maybe you'll be invited."

"Maybe," Luke said. If you even have one. "Yeah, I guess I'll tell her if it's something as important as a wedding."

"Thanks, buddy."

Christopher hung up the phone before he was able to finish the word 'Buddy.'

The door to Luke's apartment opened softly and Luke turned to see Lorelai walk in. She gave Luke a small smile and put her bag down on the table. Hey, she really wasn't here.

"Hey, Luke," Lorelai said. "Has Christopher called? He said he was going to call in the morning."

Luke swallowed and looked down at the phone in his hands. "Umm . . . no. It was just your mother."

"Gross," Lorelai said. "Make sure that she doesn't come back or I'll throw a bitch fit."

"Yeah," Luke said, giving her a fake smile. "Sure."

"Could I hold onto the phone, though?"

"Yeah," Luke said, feeling very stupid and defeated. "Just . . . um, don't answer any blocked calls. They're just tele-marketers."

She smiled and walked into the living room. Luke heard the TV turn on. Marriage? She's 16! This kid must be crazy . . .

Why am I even thinking about this? This is Lorelai's life, and I'm just a friend giving her a place to stay.

But . . . maybe I want it to be more than that.

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