Thomas William Gilmore. Big brother. He stared at her with his big blue eyes, almost as if he was startled to see her suddenly see Robyn there. Blinking, almost counted as if he were asking if he was asking if they knew where she had come from. In his tiny mind, she had just basically appeared. And he couldn't help but be so confused. His face scrunched up, both Lorelai and Luke exchanged glances, and Luke quickly picked him up Thomas gave one big wail then softened, his bottom lip quivering.
Letting out a yawn he placed his small head upon his father's shoulders. His eyes closed, his small lips smacked together. Lorelai gazed up, hers meeting Luke's as a small smile broke through, his hand resting upon his son's back, as he placed his hand upon his son's back he rubbed it in a circling comforting gesture.
"Looks like meeting you wore him out." Lorelai cooed at her newborn daughter. "Poor baby." Lorelai placed her had upon her son's back, her hand falling upon Luke's in the process. Robyn blinked her little eyes, trying to lift her head in the process, making those precious cooing sounds. Her body squirmed lightly beneath the blanket.
Luke squeezed her hand, then laid their son carefully back into his car seat and buckled him up. He only stirred slightly, even after the phone in Lorelai's purse sounded. That would be Rory.
"Luke, Luke the phone." She beckoned as the clip to the car seat clicked and quickly he followed through and reached over the seat to where her purse laid, even though he didn't exactly embrace the fact of reaching into even his wife's purse. But to her insistent he unzipped it, and found it in a little pouch, lit up and ringing.
Picking it up, he pushed the talk button and held the phone up to his ear. "Rory?"
"Luke." She confirmed a bit surprised to him answering her mother's phone. Although he had invested in his own phone last year after the arrival of Thomas, he still had his no cell phone rule at the diner, nonetheless. Her silence left a questioning silence lingering in the air. "My mom wouldn't happen to be with you, because I would really like to talk to her."
He glanced over at Lorelai, her head titled and resting against Robyn as they slept soundly. "I'm sure she would do anything to talk to you, but…well she had the baby."
"What, already? That was quick, I mean but they're both doing great right?"
"Yeah," he sighed, "They're both doing fine."
Rory exhales with relief as she turns up the volume of the radio, in almost celebration. "Does my sibling have a name, or am I just going to have to guess?" She lightens with humor or the beginning of a new song.
"What?" He's slightly distracted, watching Robyn's chest rise up and down, then it hits him. "Oh, Robyn Victoria."
Rory nodded, not any less surprised about that with the same letter as hers. Both of them had discussed this over many times over, with the final decision being made now with the traditional crowning of a family name. "Robyn." She tossed the name around in her mind, bringing herself to realize that she was a sister again. "Who does she look like? I mean it might be soon but it's tradition that she has both the Dane and Gilmore trademark."
He glanced at his newborn daughter again. "If you have to know, I'm leaning more towards Lorelai. Otherwise well, it's kind of hard to say." Rubbing his fingers through his hair, he put his hand back to his side.
There was a slight pause between them, besides the music that played in the background. "So I'm still about a half an hour away from the hospital, but can you let mom know that I'm still bringing her that music that she liked when we visited the music shop?"
"Sure thing." He smirked oddly, understanding the connection between mother and daughter.
"Bye Luke." Rory smiled. This was everything her mother had wanted. A man that she loved. A loving figure of a husband that she could count on every day, to be there for her when she needed him. To love and grow with him as they took every step of the way. And to know that he was her rock and what she had never had, until now of course.
The end.
