This one is based off neither of the songs I said last chapter…I gained the inspiration for this one after watching season 4 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (great show). Anyways, the song is "Lucky" by Bif Naked. Lyrics: http:// www. azlyrics. com/ lyrics/ bifnaked/ lucky.html (without the spaces)

Lucky

Her mouth twisted angrily. "22.8 miles. Do you remember that, Jess?"

He immediately felt bad for making her look like that. "Sweetie, of course I do."

"Really?" she snapped. "So do I. So where the hell do you get off contradicting me?"

"Babe…I'm not really following. I just said you weren't fat." He knew she was approaching explosion zone, and was going against his nature by trying to make her calm down.

She gestured at her self. "Of COURSE I'm fat, Jess. I'm pregnant. And I'm going to be fat until little Lorelai Tara Gilmore-Mariano comes out." Her eyes started filling with tears. "And you won't love me anymore. I mean, I know it was an accident, 'cos I had just broken up with that guy—" saying the name was not allowed—"and we were both drunk."

"Hey, hey." He sat down next to her. "You're even more beautiful like this, with my kid in you, then you were even when we were seventeen." He grinned at her. "Besides, you may have been drunk, but I certainly wasn't."

Her voice turned tart. "Doesn't Luke need your help in the diner?"

"Doesn't your mom need help picking out wedding dresses?"

"Touché." she murmured.

"And I will always love you." He looked her straight in the eyes, strong brown meeting tearful blue. "And when this girl"—he patted her stomach—"comes out, she will have your wonderful blue eyes and will probably read Ayn Rand by the time she is nine." She smiled weakly at him. "But she will have my hair, and she will always like Hemmingway better."

"Jess?" her tone was wary and hopeful at the same time.

"Yah?" He touseled his hair. He couldn't seem to shake the old habit that had developed in his teen years.

"I wasn't…drunk."

"Okay, please tell me you're joking."

"Nope."

"So you—"

"Remember you telling me you loved me over and over? Yup."

He buried his head in his hands. "God."

"No, it was cute."

"…you're just hurting my ego now."

She flashed him a smile. "Come on. I'm hungry. I need an apple…and pixie sticks…and…oooh. Onion rings. Pretty please, diner boy, will you get me some onion rings?" she shot him the Look.

The Look was always a topic of high dispute and jealousy in the town. It seemed only the Gilmore Girls could fully pull off the Look, which had the enviable power of making diner guys near and far drop whatever they were doing to help them. Both Lorelai and Rory had complete control over Luke and Jess, and April was quickly developing the skill with the tutelage and help of the older women.

He sighed, and dragged a hand through his hair. "Luke is gonna kill me." he warned.

"Nuh uh." she replied. "He knows if he kills you, I will be very sad, and Luke hates to see me sad. Also, if I'm sad, Mom will be sad, which leads to—"

"Luke not getting any. I see."

"Yes. One of the wonders of being a Gilmore Girl. Both you and Luke are honorary Gilmore Girls, of course. Dean used to be one, too." He grimaced at the name. "But you do it so much better, honey." She reassured him. "Now, chop, chop, onion rings!"

"So demanding." He smirked, as she all but pushed him down the stairs.

"Start cooking!" she ordered.

"Offspring!" came a jovial voice, as Lorelai entered the diner. "Offspring's boyfriend! And offspring's child!" She patted Rory's belly.

"Mom!" said Rory, swatting her hand away. "Control yourself!"

"Jeez, you're bossy when you're pregnant."

"Shh." said Rory, indicating Jess. "He won't love me anymore."

Lorelai smiled at her child's antics. She had seen the same love that Luke had for her in Jess's eyes every time he looked at Rory. Plus, he was making—

"Onion rings!" she said. "I'm right, aren't I?" She looked at Rory, whose cheeks were quickly turning red.

"Y-yes." she stuttered.

Jess set the plate of onion rings in front of her, and she greedily began to dig in. He laughed softly, watching her.

"What? Oh my God, I'm eating too much!"

"No, it's not that—"

"Oh, I'm completely fat!" she wailed. "Aren't I fat?"

He rolled his eyes, knowing where this was going. "No, sweetie, you aren't fat."

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It just came to me…

Remember, I said "inspired" by the song. It's not the exactly the way the song goes…It's a great song, I recommend it.

Feel free to recommend songs that remind you of Literati pairing!