A/N: Wow, here it is. The next chapter. I can't believe how long it took me to write and get this updated. This chapter took a little more inspiration than I had at first. And, this chapter is a little different than the previous ones. I hope you like the change…I'd like to know your honest opinion. If you don't like it, the future chapters will be reverted back to before. Thanks for everyone's patience in this chapter. My life has been crazy lately.

Disclaimer: I don't own GG. That should be a given.

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April 4, 1989

I love springtime. I know I say that about pretty much season and I'm not sure if I could necessarily pick one as my favorite, but spring time certainly has its advantages over the other three. I mean with everything growing new and all the flowers blooming. It is almost too perfect. Like out of a fairytale. Flowers are the best part I think. Daises. I love seeing all the daises. They are my favorite flowers and have been since I was seven.

It's a cute story Maddie and I'd just be thrilled to tell you!

Not that you really had a choice in the matter after all, you are a book. But anyways…

So, I was seven, probably almost eight, and my dad was gone like normal on some random business trip and I was missing him terribly. For some reason I can remember missing him more that particular time more than some others, but I was sitting in my room on my now infamous balcony playing with the leaves on a nearby tree, wishing that dad would come home.

Dad ended up surprising me that night with the biggest bouquet of yellow daises I'd ever seen and from then on every time he came home from any type of trip he'd bring me (and mom too) a bouquet of flowers. But the daises were easily my favorite. I think they always will be.

I miss him.

I miss my daddy.

You know Maddie; I haven't called him that in years. I can't remember the last time I called him daddy. But, right now, I want to. I want to hug him and tell him I miss him and that I'm sorry. Why is it so easy for me to want to run back to him but still dread even the briefest thought of my mother?

And she is the one thing that will continue to be the force that drives us apart.

And I hate that.

Do I want to resent her?

No.

It's the honest truth Maddie whether you believe it or not. I really don't. But for some reason I just can't get around it.

God, I hate that I let myself get so worked up about this. Why can't I just let it all go? Will I ever be able to let it go? A question I'm afraid to answer quite honestly.

Get over it Lorelai, just get over it.

Rory and Jess did the cutest thing the other day. Liz and I were simply cracking up! William built them this little play house for the backyard at their house and it was finally warm enough for him to set it up and them to play outside yesterday so Liz and I of course let them.

After about an hour of not hearing too much noise coming from outside we went out to investigate and see what they could be doing that would keep them so silent.

Silent? Two four year olds? We were nervous.

But it was so cute; they were curled up together in the corner of the house with two books both fast asleep. Rory's head was on Jess' lap with her copy of Meet Samantha the American Girl book series she loves while Jess had a Hardy Boys book laying across his legs.

It was too cute for us not to take a picture, or five, or them. I can't wait to bring them out when they are older. They are just too sweet together. Jess is a good 'big brother' figure to Rory. He certainly makes sure she is taken care of.

I'm glad she has him. That they have each other really.

I have a good feeling they will have a life long friendship. Now, maybe it will evolve into something more when they are older, but even if it is just a friendship, it will be such a wonderful part of their lives.

I feel like I'm getting all sappy and emotional and it is probably because I am. It's been a weird several days and I feel like something is up. I'm not sure though.

William has been acting weird lately. He claims he's fine…but, I worry.

It's habitual. I can't help it.

I'm biding my time, hoping he'll say something soon, but I worry he won't. He's the kind of person I've notice to just sweep whatever is bothering him under the rug and that makes me even more nervous.

Well, speaking of William, I'm running late. Rory and I are headed over there for dinner tonight. I'll pick this up when I get back…or tomorrow, whichever really.

April 6, 1989

I can't get over this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something isn't right. I just can't place my finger on what. It's driving me crazy Maddie, just crazy. I want to believe that nothing is wrong and it is all in my head, but I can't. And I hate it.

I'm so afraid that something is horribly wrong with William.

It terrifies me to even write that.

You have no idea. I'm not even I sure I do. What would I do if something…?

No. I can't think about it. I can't dwell on it. I can't. I won't. I've got to get this out of my mind.

You know, maybe it is all due to the impending visit of William's son, Luke. He's supposed to be here for Easter and his spring break from college. I wonder if he'll actually show up this time. Liz wants to believe he will but she doesn't. William is excited for his visit. I'm interested in meeting the infamous Luke Danes.

I'm nervous.

Does that make any sense?

Nope.

What in the hell is going on with me? I don't know. I'm not sure I understand. My mind is going like a million miles an hour and I don't know how to put on the brakes. I want to put the brakes. Controlling my thoughts lately has been getting harder and harder.

So many thoughts all rolling around…

God, this sucks. All of it. Worrying, wondering, waiting, hoping, praying…not knowing the future.

That is what really sucks. The not knowing.

I'm staying at William and Liz's tonight don't think I mentioned that before… (And yes, that was a blatant attempt to change the subject on myself.)

Since I don't have to work tomorrow Liz and I are planning on taking the kids to the zoo in Hartford and William told me that I should just stay here. I love staying here with them. Its fun to be here with William, Liz, and Jess and I know Rory loves it. Jess and her share a room when we're here and I swear they'd stay up all night reading under the covers if Liz and I didn't check on them every little while.

Those two are two peas in a pod. I pray they have a life long friendship.

Someone is at the door and I think everyone else is asleep so I guess I'm getting it…

Lorelai set the beloved book down on the coffee table and jumped up to answer the door. She couldn't help but be curious, it was late and it was Stars Hollow and everyone is in bed by nine.

Or at least all normal inhabitiants of thier close-knit community.

The knocking started again and Lorelai huffed, "coming!"

When she threw the door open a pair of stunning blue eyes greeted her and she recognized them from hours of pouring over old photo albums with Liz.

"Who are you?" his gruff voice asked indignantly, "Where is my dad?"

"William is already in bed," Lorelai answered coolly, "why did you knock Luke, this is your house."

"How do you know my name?"

"Your dad, Liz, lots of photo album viewing, calm down," Lorelai replied, "you didn't answer my question."

"I don't have a key anymore," Luke answered grabbing his bag, "I lost it."

"Oh, smart move," Lorelai chuckled softly, "guess you're lucky I was here."

"Yeah sure," Luke brushed it off, "can you get out of my way so I can come into my own house?"

Lorelai nodded curtly, annoyed at the brush off William's son was giving her. She moved out of the way and watched as he entered the hall. She couldn't help but admire him. He was tall, like William, with the same shaggy light brown hair but the eyes were Leah's. They were a shade of blue that is unique and special and sparkled with mischief.

"So I missed your name," Luke was saying and it took Lorelai a moment to register the words, "excuse me…"

"Yeah sorry," Lorelai mumbled, "I'm Lorelai. Lorelai Gilmore."

"Well, Lorelai, I'm still not sure who you are or what you are doing in my house."

"Well Luke," Lorelai answered with a quizzical look, "I'm a friend of Liz's and your dad's actually. They've been great…"

"How old are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your age, what is it?"

"And how is that any of your business?"

"You're in my house."

"In which you haven't been for months," Lorelai bit back, "not Thanksgiving or Christmas. I have been."

"Who do you…?"

"Lucas!" William called from the top of the stairs, "what are you doing here? I didn't think you were coming in until Saturday."

"I was able to get an earlier flight," Luke said simply and shrugged, "I do have a surprise for you on Saturday though."

"Oh really, what is that?" William asked and Lorelai noticed his eyes were genuinely happy for the first time since Christmas.

"You'll see on Saturday," Luke answered. "I'm headed to bed, I'm exhausted. Is my room in the same place?"

William glared at his son in response to the implied hostility, "yes son, your room is the same."

"Just making sure I haven't been replaced," Luke mumbled bitterly. "It seems…"

"Stop," William warned, "we'll discuss this more later."

"Fine. Good night dad, nice to meet you Lorelai."

Lorelai watched the exchange with interest and felt a pang of disappear with the implied slug at her. She wanted to believe that this wasn't the Luke that everyone told her about and that the travel had caused the gruffness in attitude.

When Luke disappeared from sight and they heard the door shut to his room William turned to Lorelai and sighed deeply, "I'm sorry about him…"

"Don't worry about it William," Lorelai insisted, "He's probably just jet-lagged and such. Plus, to see some random girl he's never met before here…"

"Maybe you're right," William mumbled, "I'm going to get to bed. See you in the morning?"

"Yeah," Lorelai nodded, "see you in the morning."

Lorelai couldn't help but shake her head as she turned back towards the living room and collapsed on the couch. She picked up her diary again.

Well, this is going to be interesting. Welcome back to Stars Hollow Luke Danes.

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