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These are all prompts that were sent to my on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

11

Lorelai swiftly stepped out of the way as a box came tumbling down from the top of her closet and spilled it's contents on the floor. The crashing sound was just loud enough to attract the attention Luke who was downstairs working on his own spring cleaning, that was all his idea anyways. He would tackle the downstairs while Lorelai tackled their closet.

"What happened?" Lorelai heard Luke call out as he made his way up the stairs and then into their bedroom. "Everything okay?"

"I'm being attacked by my possessions," Lorelai answered, bending down to examine the forgotten contents of the box. "I just don't know exactly what they are."

"This doesn't look like you're cleaning out the closet."

"I have to know what's in the box to see if we need to keep it or not."

Luke looked to the still full closet and the minuscule pile of items he assumed didn't make the cut. "And everything else?"

"Belongs there for a reason."

He joined her on the floor while she picked over mementos from years past. A worn and tattered book with her name emblazoned in gold lettering drew his attention.

"You kept a diary?"

"Not out of habit," Lorelai answered. "God knows my mother would somehow find it and use it against me. I only wrote in that post Gilmore economy. It was a gift from Mia."

"And what did a post Gilmore economy Lorelai write about?" Luke asked, curious as to the early life of Lorelai in Stars Hollow even though he knew plenty from their many years together.

"I don't even know," Lorelai said, sighing. "Probably about Rory, how I didn't know what to write in a diary and I was just trying to use it because Mia gave it to me. She suggested I write about the important things, the things I didn't want to forget. I'm not a writer."

"Dear Diary," Luke started out as he flipped to a random page and began to read her handwriting.

"I may not remember what I wrote, but I never started off with the cliche ''Dear Diary." She reached for the diary, only for him to move out of her reach. "Let me see."

"Huh," Luke uttered after he fell silent reading. He looked up at her, smiling that smile that she loved. "Seems like I wasn't the only one pining."

"Let me hold that," Lorelai demanded a little more fiercely.

No, she hadn't horoscope-in-the-wallet-for-years pined for him, at least not right away. But her thoughts sometimes verged right on the edge of inappropriate and if those were in there, it would be a little embarrassing, even if they were married now. Who knows what past her could have written about the grumpy yet hot diner owner she had just met.

Luke closed the diary, moving even more out of her reach as she was practically crawling across the floor to get to him at this time. "I think this is something we'll hold onto."

She was quick on her feet while he was a tad quicker and already headed out the bedroom door with her old diary tucked underneath his arms. Hot on his heels, she shot vague threats at him in an attempt to get back the diary and find out just what was in there.

15

Lorelai slammed the door to her office and launched herself onto the plush chair in the corner that was mainly for decorative purposes. She was already calling Luke before she even had a real chance to get the phone from her jacket pocket.

"I'd kill for a coffee…." Lorelai spoke on her end of the phone call before he even had a chance to say anything. "Literally."

"Well Taylor is still insisting that I decorate the diner for Thanksgiving and he proposed the idea of town meetings twice a week now to discuss his new musical idea," Luke replied. "It's about time someone took him out."

"You'll have to drive the getaway car, you know?"

"I just filled the truck up this morning."

"Death by smothering sounds feasible, you hold him down, I'll do the rest," Lorelai replied. "Less chance of a mess, less chance we'll be caught."

While he was one to readily discuss ways to annoy and possibly harm Taylor, he knew that something else was up. "What's going on?"

"I don't like the new chef, I miss Sookie. They don't know how to make coffee, not in the way I like and apparently I can't even make it because the kitchen is their space," Lorelai began. "The contractor keeps giving me different prices for their work, a pipe burst in one of the rooms this morning, and my jeep is making the weird noise again."

"The jeep I'll look at tonight when you get home, I can probably fix the burst pipe, it's your Inn go in the damn kitchen and fire the chef, and you know Tom has the best prices for his work," Luke tried to give his solutions to her problems.

"You're still not Sookie."

"It would be weird if I was."

"You know what I mean."

"I do. Give her a call."

"Maybe later." She groaned when she heard a knock at the door, which on a day like today just meant another problem to deal with. "I have to go, I'm being summoned. We'll discuss Taylor's demise later."

"I'll bring the pillow."

She smiled into the phone before hanging up and shoving it back into her jacket pocket. The knocks at the door sounded again and she managed to move from her relaxed spot towards whatever problem had now occurred.

After dealing with an escape of the horses and firing the latest chef due to a major lack of caffeine and apparent inability to enter her own kitchen, she was back in her office wishing that she could just call it a day already. But there were still problems to be dealt with. And being the owner/lady in charge, she was the one that every came to for solutions. They could wait just a few minutes, at least long enough for her to find her keys and hopefully escape to the diner for a few minutes with the love of her life…and her husband.

Her hopes were dashed when someone knocked at the door. She chose to remain quiet, thinking it would force them to go away. Instead the doorknob began to turn and in walked the two that were just on her mind. One carrying the other.

"The getaway truck is out front, even though I do have to tell you that I don't think murder is the answer even if it is Taylor."

She managed to grab the coffee from him before his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

"This helps," she whispered. "Plus, I don't look that great in orange."

He pulled away, dropping a kiss on her head in the process. "I also brought my tools…"

"Dirty," she chimed in before he could continue.

"To take a look at the burst pipe."

"Still dirty." She pulled him back to her and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you."

He gave a nod of his head that she knew that he appreciated her appreciation of his efforts. That was followed by another nod of his head, but this time in the direction of her office door. "Come on, show me to the problem."

"My pleasure," she smiled, before she sidestepped by him and led him out of her office and towards the next problem he could fix.

45

*obviously AU for this purpose*

Lorelai leaned back against the bathroom door, taking a moment that she knew was going to be the briefest moment just to take a deep breath. Outside the bathroom door, the padding of little feet down the hallway was punctuated by screams and giggles before being interrupted with the sound of tiny voices calling out for her and a symphony of small fists pounding on the door.

She could predict what was coming next, so her fingers flipped the lock on the door, just as the feeble attempts of trying to get the door started. She was purposely trying to keep them out…okay maybe she was…but there was a reason.

She loved them more than anything in the world, the two little miracles that had signified she had gotten back together with their father after being separated for the worst year of her life. But they were everything opposite of how Rory was as a child. Not a problem, she could handle it. Especially with Luke. He was an amazing father - a pro with the jam-hands. But they were just a couple months shy of their second birthday when the oh-so-familiar symptoms popped back up in her life. Not that they were trying but they weren't not trying either.

She finally took the first step and swiped the test from the counter, the pink line indicating what she already knew. Another bundle of joy. And she was excited, even if it meant heading into the terrible two's with one on the way.

The sounds of the twins babbling for her outside the door was broken up by the sound of Luke asking what was going on. She palmed the test and unlocked the bathroom door, handing it over to him just as soon as she saw him.

"You're getting a vasectomy," Lorelai whispered as if the two little ones knew what she was talking about. "That's final. I think three is our limit."

She left him standing there and trying to process the news while she guided her two mini-Lukes to the kitchen with the promise of cookies and juice.

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