Two little drabbles that were sentence starters on Tumblr. I figured I could upload them over here especially since I haven't uploaded anything for a while. I'm working on that.

"He doesn't look like I thought he would."

"What are you talking about?" Luke asked. "He's bald and squishy, like every other baby in there."

"Yeah," Lorelai agreed. "But he's missing the sign of the devil. He looks innocent."

"He is innocent, he's a baby."

Lorelai gazed into the nursery, eyes focused on their tiny bundle of a grandchild all swathed in blue and sleeping peacefully. "But considering who his father is…"

"He's changed," Luke insisted, knowing that she knew for herself that this was true. "He's going to be a good father."

"I joke. And I know, he's been there for her from the moment she told him." Her eyes remained on their grand baby but she snuck a quick glance at Luke. "He learned from you."

"That's not true."

"It is. He came to you with a whole lot of problems and a chip on his shoulder, and I'm not saying you completely fixed him, but you're the biggest help he had," Lorelai said truthfully, now focused completely on Luke. "He'll be a great father because he had you."

He gave her a small smile. "Thank you."

She smiled, looping her arm through his and turning their attention back to their precious grandchild. When he fell silent and had no follow-up, she cleared her throat and tugged at his arm, glancing up at him.

He rolled his eyes but said exactly what she wanted to hear. "And Rory will be a great mother because she had a great mother."

"A fantastic mother but I'll take it." She smiled, tugging at his arm again. "Come on grandpa, let's leave little baby Mariano to socialize and go check on the proud parents."

Luke laughed when his "okay grandma" was met with a slap to the arm and a stern glance from Lorelai. "What, I'm allowed to be grandpa but you're not grandma?"

"Nuh-uh, this is not a grandma face. This is a cool, older, still deciding what to be called face. One more grandma and you'll sleep in Paul Anka's bed."

"Okay, not grandma."

"I don't want to screw this up."

It came as a whisper, late in the night, as she crawled into her unoccupied side of his bed and placed her hand on his shoulder. She knew he wasn't asleep even though he pretended to be. They had been fighting, again; arguing over their past mistakes and the hurt that still lingered from a year ago when their relationship ended - when he walked out, slamming the door behind him and her swearing that this was it, they couldn't work through their issues so it needed to be over. Not that she truly meant it, it was said in the heat of the moment with her regretting her words as soon as she heard his truck start up and drive away.

And now, she found herself crawling into her unoccupied side of his bed and wrapping herself around him, whispering an apology for her heated words and reassuring him that she did want them to work. She was just scared they were going to screw it up again and miss out on something amazing.

"I just…" Lorelai sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't want to lose you. I want to be with you. Our middle, whatever that may be. I want that Luke."

She moved with him when he rolled over and took her in his arms so her head now rested comfortably on his chest. He stroked his hand slowly and softly through her hair.

"I don't want to lose you either."

"Then let's fight, let's argue."

"Right now? It's midnight."

Lorelai pulled away from him and sat up in the bed. "No, not right now. I'm tired. I meant when we fight, argue, have a spat, whatever, let's work it out. One of us can't continue to storm out and slam doors, expecting the other one to come running after."

She wasn't sure exactly what she expected him to say to that, she wanted him to agree but she didn't expect a silence that built up to a laughter. Despite her words, she was going to leave if he was laughing at her suggestion.

"After that, you're going to laugh?" she asked, one foot already on the floor.

"I'm not laughing at that," Luke assured her, reaching out and pulling her back to him. "That's a good idea, I like it."

Relieved, she smiled, after all it was good to hear him laugh and smile again. It had been a rough couple of weeks since they decided to get back together.

"Then what's so funny? I want to know. I need a laugh too."

"It reminded of that one time we were fighting and you started hitting me with a spatula."

"Because that was a spat and a spat is defined by how easy it is to diffuse in the moment with the use of a spatula."

"I doubt that's the dictionary definition."

She gave a little shrug of her shoulders before shimmying underneath the blanket and curling up beside him again. "It is in my dictionary."

"That the same one that says you require five cups of coffee a day."

"The very same one."