A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews. I understand that not everyone likes the idea of this story, and many hate Taylor, but a lot of you like it and I really appreciate your interest in this story! Hope you enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 2

Lorelai looked around the waiting room of the psychologist. It looked old fashioned. The walls were decorated with dark wood, there was an ugly green carpet on the floor and there were old red leather chairs. There were several paintings on the wall that looked cheap and in one corner was a black and white picture of a man, probably some ancestor of the man they would be seeing soon.

She turned to look at Luke. He seemed nervous. He was looking down at his shoes and fidgeting with his fingers.

"You okay?" She asked, concerned.

He nodded. "Just a little uncomfortable."

She took his hand in hers and squeezed it, understanding. "We'll be out of here in no-time. I promise."

"I hope so. I know this is nothing like a hospital, but it makes me feel the exact same way."

She knew how much he hated hospitals and squeezed his hand one more time before releasing it. She wasn't too fond of being here either. The last time she talked to a psychologist her whole life had fallen apart. That's why she picked a male psychologist from the yellow pages. Hoping he would be nothing like Libby. From the way the waiting room looked, she probably made the right choice. There was no way Libby's office would look anything like this.

Satisfied with that thought she picked up a magazine and started flipping through the pages. She smiled as she realized this magazine was as old as anything else in the office.

Luke heard her chuckle and looked up. "What?"

"I really wonder what this man will look like." She looked at the door that most likely led to the man's office. 'Angus Spencer' was written on it with golden letters.

"I still don't understand why you picked this guy." Luke stated, looking down at his shoes again.

"Because his name sounds like he comes directly from a movie."

Before Luke could comment that, the door to the office opened and a young woman stepped out, soon followed by a man in his late fifties, dressed in a pair of brown cord trousers, a gray blouse, a striped vest and a colorful tie. His gray hair was messy and his glasses were hanging around his neck by a cord. For a second Lorelai thought this was the woman's father, but she soon realized that this was Angus Spencer. Their psychologist.

"I'll see you next week Rose. And remember, there is no need to be afraid of cats." The man said, a hint of British in his accent.

The woman nodded. "I'll try. Thank you Dr. Spencer."

"See you next week Rose."

And with that the women left.

"You must be Miss Gilmore and Mr. Danes." Dr. Spencer said, turning to Luke and Lorelai.

"Yes, that's us." Lorelai said, while standing up.

"My name is Angus Spencer. Most people call me Spencer so feel free to do the same thing." He said, while shaking Lorelai's hand.

"Most people call me Lorelai." Lorelai replied. "And they call him Luke."

"Well please come in." Spencer said, while shaking Luke's hand.

The office wasn't much different than the waiting area. The walls had the exact same color and the carpet was the same as well. There was a big window that hardly let in any light because of the massive plants that were standing on the ledge. There were dark red velour curtains and an old dark desk of oak wood with brown leather chairs around it. In the corner of the room was a leather couch that matched the chairs.

"Welcome to my office." Spencer said. "Please, take a seat."

Luke and Lorelai sat down on the leather chairs and waited until Spencer took a seat himself.

"Well, what can I do for you?" He asked, folding his hands on the desk in front of him.

"We want to get married." Lorelai started.

"Then I believe you're in the wrong building. The court house is on the other side of the street."

Lorelai shook her head. "No, we don't want to get married right away. Or we do actually, but we have trouble getting a marriage license."

"Why is that?" Spencer asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Because Taylor is an idiot." Luke muttered.

"Who's Taylor?"

"Our mayor."

"I see. And why is this Taylor not willing to give you a license to get married?"

"Because he has the need to control everything that is going on in our town." Luke said, annoyance hearable in his voice.

"Okay. So tell me, what can I do for you?"

"We need you to write a letter that Luke and I are capable to get married." Lorelai said.

"I see. And why would I do that?"

"Because it's the only way Taylor will give us the license. We know we can get married in any town, but we want to get married in Stars Hallow."

"I see. But I still don't understand why this Taylor isn't willing to just give you the license. I understand you feel like he has to control everything in your town, but there must be a reason why he's not giving you the license."

Lorelai nodded. "Luke and I have been through some rough time over the past few years. We got together, broke up, got together again, broke up and just recently got back together after Luke threw this amazing farewell party for Rory."

Spencer nodded. "I see. So Taylor is afraid the two of you will break up again?"

"I guess." Lorelai said. "But he shouldn't. Luke and I talked about our differences. I forgave him for not telling me about his daughter and shutting me out of his life, and he forgave me for sleeping with Christopher, and marrying him."

Spencer picked up his glasses and started cleaning them with his vest before putting them on his nose. "It sounds like we have a lot to talk about because none of this is making any sense to me. Let's start at the beginning. Who is Rory?" He opened a drawer and took out a notebook, putting it on the desk in front of them. Then he took a fountain pen out of his breast pocket, ready to take notes.

"My daughter. She graduated from Yale a few months ago and started working for an online magazine in Eldfridge to cover Barack Obama's presidential campaign."

"Uhuh." Spencer mumbled and scribbled something on the paper. "And you have a daughter too?" He asked, while turning to Luke.

Luke nodded. "Her name is April."

Spencer waited until Luke said something else, but when he remained silent he commented. "You're not very talkative I see. Tell me why Lorelai didn't know about April.."

"Because her mother never told me she was pregnant. It wasn't until 2 years ago that April came into my diner and stole a hair from me for a DNA test. For her science project at school she wanted to find out who her father was. Apparently it was me."

"So you didn't know about her either. What did you do after you found out?"

"I didn't know what to do. Lorelai had just reconciled with Rory and I didn't want to disturb that so I decided to wait to tell her. But the longer I waited, the harder it became. When she finally found out I wanted to get to know April first."

"And you pushed Lorelai away."

Luke nodded, embarrassed.

Turning to Lorelai he asked. "What has this Christopher guy to do with the whole picture?"

"Christopher is Rory's father. I got pregnant at the age of 16 and while my parents wanted me to marry Christopher, I knew that wasn't right. I raised Rory by myself for most of the time, with the help of my friends, including Luke. Chris was never really a part of Rory's life. For most of the time we didn't know where he lived. Sometimes he send Rory a postcard or called, but when she tried to call him on the same number later, he had always disappeared. When she got older Chris became a bigger part in her life and I always stayed friends with him. When Luke and I were heading the rough road, I went to him and made the biggest mistake of my life."

"You slept with him?"

Lorelai nodded, embarrassed. "Luke and I were engaged at the time but we were drifting apart. I went to him that night with an ultimatum. I asked him to elope and he said no. For me it was over. I couldn't go to Rory because her boyfriend had just left to go to London and I already spend too much time at my best friend's Sookie's house so I started driving and ended up at Chris'. I didn't realize what I did until it was already too late. When Luke came to my house a day later he was ready to elope, but I had to tell him what happened. That ended things for good. Or at least, that's what I thought at the time. I started dating Christopher and one thing led to another and we ended up getting married in Paris. The whole thing didn't even last for 6 months or so because I was never in love with him. The divorce was final a couple of months ago."

"And then the two of you got back together?"

"First we became friends again. Luke came to the hospital when my father had a heart attack. When my car broke down he went car shopping with me and in the end found the exact same car of which I could use the engine to fix my car. And when Rory had to leave rather sudden after graduation and we couldn't reenact her graduation he planned this surprise party for her in the middle of the town square. And that's when I realized what was in front of me."

"And now you want to get married?"

Lorelai nodded eagerly. "Luke asked me to marry him last week. He took me out on this romantic date and at the end of the evening he pulled a ring out of his pocket and went down on one knee."

Spencer nodded while writing something down. Then he looked up over his glasses. "You said you broke up twice?"

Lorelai looked at Luke, but when he remained silent she decided to speak again. "I guess I have to start by saying that my parents are two rich people who want what's best for me, but what they want is completely different than what I want. I ran away from home with Rory when I was 17 years old. I ended up in Stars Hallow where I took a job as a maid at the local inn. The owner of the inn, Mia, took us in her heart and let us live in the potting shed. Anyway, for 15 years I only saw my parents on the holidays but a few months before Rory turned 16 she was accepted to Chilton prep school. This was a great opportunity for her, but the problem was that I couldn't pay for the tuition so I begged my parents for the money. My mother agreed to give me the money but in return we had to my parents for dinner every Friday night.

Because of that they became a bigger influence in my life. Or at least they wanted to be. When Luke and started dating my mother thought he wasn't right for him because he owns a diner. They tried to get him to franchise his diner, but that's not Luke. They didn't accept him for who he was and in the end that drove us apart."

Spencer lifted his arm and pulled up his sleeve a little, checking his watch. Then he scanned his notes and wrote down a few more things before closing the notebook. "You want me to write a letter for your mayor to say you are fit to get married?"

"That would be very nice. Can you write it right now so we can take it with us or do you want me to pick it up later this week?" Lorelai asked, convinced they would get this letter.

Spencer shook his head. "No, no, no. Things are not that simple. From what I heard this past hour the two of you have been through a lot. I can feel the issues hanging between you. I believe you can make it but there are still so many things hanging between the two of you. There are a lot of things I want to talk to you about. For now I think that one hour a week is enough so that the two of you have time to think about the things we discuss in between. I think it wouldn't be right to push things, but if you really insist I will agree with 2 hours a week after a couple of sessions."

"What?" Luke asked, clearly not liking the idea of spending more time in this office.

Spencer raised his hand. "I understand this is not what you thought when you first came here. I am willing to help you and I will write that letter. But first we have to work through your issues. Of course it is your decision. I'm sure that if you search long enough you'll find a psychologist who is willing to just write you that letter if you pay good money, but I'm not like that. I've done this job for almost 30 years and I've seen a lot of people like you. Many of them came here but then thought they could handle things by themselves and they ended up divorced or worse. But of course, it's all up to you."

Luke and Lorelai shared a look. For some weird reason she trusted this man. She didn't understood why because he looked wacky and he probably never remodeled his office after he moved in those 30 years ago, but she just trusted him. "Let's do it?" She asked Luke, who raised his shoulders.

"I don't know." He said, clearly uncomfortable.

"Let me give you two a minute." Spencer said, while he stood up. "I could use a cup of coffee. My throat is getting dry from all the talking. He left his office, closing the door behind him.

"Come on Luke, we need that letter if we want to get married."

"But he just said we can probably find someone to write it right away if we're willing to pay good money. I'm willing to do anything so I can marry you."

"Then do this for me Luke. I don't know why, but I have a good feeling about this. Maybe it's good to talk about things with someone else. Just start over completely this time. I couldn't stand us being apart again."

"You only think we will because of what Taylor said."

Lorelai shook her head. "No, well, maybe at first, but not anymore."

"So you really think we should do it?"

Lorelai nodded. "I really do."

Luke sighed. "Fine, then we'll do it."

T.B.C.