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Chapter Seven- Saturday 3:00 AM –Lorelai

He hates me. I don't get it. I only did what was best for him, and now he hates me. I couldn't handle it. I couldn't deal with him getting in trouble. The idea of cops coming to our door because of him is too much for me to handle. He's messing with the wrong people, and he got hurt. I had to send him to Luke's. Luke will fix him.

Lorelai woke to Luke's entire body tensing next to her. Lying on his back, his fists were clenched at his sides, his legs out straight. Only his head was moving, thrashing from side to side. The nightmare had him in its throes. Lorelai sat up, and taking Luke's face between her hands, whispered against his mouth.

"Luke, please Luke, please wake up for me," she repeated over and over again. Her firm hold gentled his movement, as her voice soothed his pain. Relaxing his body, he came out of his dream to see Lorelai's blue eyes hovering above him, her wine laced breath warm against his lips. Leaning up, he captured her mouth with his, brushing across them. His fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss. Lorelai's soft moan focused Luke's attention as he rolled them over on the bed, forgetting for a time why they were in the hotel, why they were in Colorado.

Luke woke to the smell of coffee. Sitting up in bed, he looked over at his wife, curled up in the chair, cup in hand. She was beautiful in the morning light. Almost as beautiful as she'd been in the moonlight last night. She'd been responsive to his touch, so willing to go where he led, to help him forget his nightmare. He cast his memory back through the events of the night, and realized he had messed up. Messed up big time. Shit. He didn't want to scare her, but he needed to address the issue before she realized it herself.

"Lorelai, last night when you woke me…we didn't use a condom last night, and it's been less than a month since my vasectomy. Are you still on the pill?" Luke asked, but he could tell by how still she was the answer was no.

"Oh my God! How could you do this? How could we forget protection?" her voice was panicky. Luke jumped in before she escalated into a full out yell.

"I'm sorry. I should have remembered, I think I was partially asleep, a little drunk because of the wine. I just reacted, I wasn't thinking about anything but making love to you. I'm so sorry Lorelai, what are the chances-"

"Luke, let me think for a minute, okay? Just let me think." Lorelai wanted to run, she was desperate to run, hop in the car and drive for a while. Turn her music up really loud and sing along till the terror passed. Get her thoughts together on her own time, in her own terms, but she couldn't. She couldn't because Luke was sitting right there, waiting for her to think and discuss. To set his mind at ease. She wasn't sure she could do it this time, and so she said nothing. She was silent for several minutes, sitting frozen in the chair.

Luke ran his fingers through his hair, grabbed his t-shirt and boxers, dressed and then moved into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He was trying to remember the dates of her last period, but couldn't. Staring into the mirror, he wondered if it would really be so bad. Then he remembered how scared she was, how worried about her age she was, and he knew it could ruin everything. Moving back into the room, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down into his hands.

"The timing isn't good, but it isn't horrible either. I mean, I'm a little over halfway through my cycle, so unless my body is wonky, we should be okay. Or we might not be, lately, I haven't been as regular. I don't know Luke, but I know we can't worry about this now. We have other things to deal with, and I'll either get my period in less than two weeks, or I won't. And if I don't, then, we'll deal. We'll find out about the tests, we'll get all the information, and we'll deal." Lorelai set her coffee cup down, unwound, and stood up, moving to stand between Luke's legs. He gripped her hips with his hands and looked up into her eyes. "I know you didn't do this on purpose, I know it isn't some fiendish plot to make me have a baby. I know you love our family and are content with it. I love you, I love our family and if we add to it, we add to it."

"Lorelai, you amaze me every day. I'm sorry I lost control, I quit thinking and just, well, you know. The last thing I want is to add more stress to your life."

"Well, at least we have Garret to babysit, if it happens. And it's a big if anyway. I ordered food; it should be here in a minute. I think we have time to eat, shower and then walk to the station. I don't want to deal with any of this right now. Can we not?" Lorelai said. Luke took in her expression, the shine in her eyes, and knew no matter how he felt, he'd do what he could to take her mind off of everything.

Luke was in the shower and Lorelai stared into the mirror. She didn't need to fake being upset now. No, this new development had Luke doing his best to take care of her, and Lorelai doing her best not to panic. She was terrified, and it wasn't the time for it. She needed to be strong for Luke as he dealt with his sister's death. Not make it all about herself with a pregnancy scare. Especially such a farfetched one. While Luke showered, she had done some research on her smart phone. There was a good chance they'd had sex enough times, since the vasectomy, there were no viable sperm left. Chances were good, based on her last period, she wouldn't get pregnant anyway. But she couldn't help thinking Murphy's Law was going to kick her in the ass, and she knew the fear showed in her eyes, and in the tightness around her mouth. Putting her eye makeup down, she decided to leave it off. At some point today, she'd end up in tears.