Chapter 2: A Danes Baby
Lorelai had been throwing up almost ever since she and Luke had first made love in his loft. When the urping into the toilet refused to abate, she began to worry. When she missed her period, she panicked.
Picking up a pregnancy test at Dosse's Market, Lorelai had locked herself in the bathroom and prepared the test. A few minutes later, she checked. It tested positive.
At first, Lorelai had burst into tears. She was pregnant out of wedlock again! She called Rory with the news, expecting some solace. But instead, Rory was positively thrilled.
"It's Luke's baby?! Oh My God, you're together! Finally! I'm so happy for you, Mom!" Rory had squealed.
After hanging up the phone, Lorelai thought about her current predicament. And the more she thought about it, the more she went from feeling sad to feeling happy. She ran her hands over her stomach, which she knew housed a baby within. Sired by a man who had waited patiently for her, had pined for her (despite his protestations to the contrary). And Luke had always been there for her, never once pressured her for her love. And he had always been fiercely protective and devoted to Rory. He deserved to be a parent himself, and if she was to be the vehicle through which he gained that chance, well then Lorelai considered it an honor.
Now only one order of business remained: she had to tell him.
None of the patrons even blinked when they saw Lorelai rush into the Diner and slip up the back stairs without knocking or checking behind the thin curtain. Upon seeing Luke stepping out of his apartment, she dragged him back inside and threw her arms around him.
Luke chuckled. "What's with the energetic greeting? Not that I mind. Had your coffee?"
"Nope," Lorelai shook her head. "I'm going to need to abstain."
Luke stared. "Abstain from coffee? You?"
"I'm pregnant," Lorelai burst out. "And it's yours."
Luke gaped at her. Then the next moment, he was taking her in his arms and kissing the breath out of her body. Kissing her again and again. As he did so, his hands ghosted over Lorelai's midsection. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Wait and see," Lorelai giggled against his lips. She draped her arms across his neck. "But which do you want?"
Luke lifted her off her feet and carried her grandly to the bed. "I want a girl," he whispered. "A girl as beautiful as you and Rory. But I won't mind either way."
That night, wrapped in Luke's arms, Lorelai dreamed of them outside the Diner. She was holding a pink bundle in her arms, over a stroller, as Luke looked on proudly. Snuggling closer to Luke in her sleep, Lorelai let the happy dream go where it might, content that it would soon be a reality...