Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.

Wow. I'm already really bad. I promise I will update at least once a week. So I was starting to realize that I'm really bad at writing sex scenes so I've changed the rating to T. Sorry to disappoint any of you fellow freaks. And like I said last chapter. I really didn't like the April/Lorelai relationship in the revival so I'm changing it here. It's not major in this story but it just bothered me. Well anyways. Here we go...

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We arrived home and I went straight to bed to get a few more hours of sleep. I climb into bed and just stare at Luke. He looks so peaceful and I'm so happy he's officially completely mine. It took a while to get here.

It took a month of constant arguing, crying, and apologizing to finally get back together after Rory's graduation. No matter how hard we fought, we promised each other to not let it get to be too much. We both came to the conclusion that we physically can't live without the other. The arguments were about trust and it led to him finally agreeing to allow me to see April. The first time April and I hung out was pretty amazing. We instantly clicked with our quirkiness and Luke saw that there was no way April could like me more. Sadly, later that year, April's grandmother died, which not so sadly, led to Anna and April returning to Connecticut. Luke and Anna's custody agreement changed with Luke having almost every weekend with April. Emily of course heard of this, causing Luke and April to attend the weekly Friday night dinners. Richard and Emily also quickly took to April and treated her as an additional granddaughter. Richard bonded with April over reading and she was devastated along with the Gilmores when he passed.

Continuing to stare at Luke I truly realized how amazing my life is. It was a tough year but now I was married to the love of my life and carrying our baby. Or our babies. I just have this weird feeling that the dream I had was some sort of psychic trait I have.

Luke started moving and I smiled at him. I kissed his cheek and continued to keep kissing across his neck.

"Hi husband." I smiled seductively.

"Hi." He smiled back.

"Husband. That's nice. I finally get to call you that." I said as I straddled him. He immediately grabbed my waist.

"It is," He agreed pulling me so he could reach his mouth to my bare stomach giving it constant kisses. "This is nice too. We finally get our own baby."

"Or babies." Luke rolled his eyes. He didn't agree with my theory but I just know it's true. He also didn't like the fact that I've already bought two plaid shirts and blue hats to match their dad. We had our appointment a couple weeks ago when I was 6 weeks pregnant, putting me now at 8 weeks today. The doctor basically just told me what I already figured. "Take it easy as much as possible." "Stop drinking coffee." "Don't have too much stress." The coffee thing hit me hard. I don't know if I cried because of the hormones or if I was honestly going to miss coffee that much. I think it might be the latter. But I promised myself and Luke that I would do anything, and clearly I mean anything, to have this baby, or babies as I predict, be born healthy and safely. She gave us the "okay" to go on our honeymoon though. She believed it would help me relax, which led to me asking if sex was still alright. That resulted in a stern and shocked "Lorelai!" along with a blush from that same person. Although, he was perfectly fine with the other "okay" for my question.

"I can't wait for tomorrow. A whole two weeks in Hawaii. The view of you in a bikini won't be bad either." Weirdly, Luke was the one to convince me to go all the way to Hawaii. I didn't want to go too far but he made a good case of nice weather and the ocean. I also didn't want to go for the two weeks considering I'm trying to open the Dragonfly part two. But once again, Luke convinced me well. "It will be just the 3 of us. Relaxing for 14 days straight." He said as he rubbed my stomach sweetly and smiled.

"4 of us." I corrected him. Which of course led to his famous eye roll.

"I really don't think you should keep going with that. Don't get your hopes up until we know."

"Oh, of course I know. Mother's intuition. It's real. Duh."

He just ignored me and pulled me on top of him kissing me. "We get to get married again." He said in between kisses.

"Yes. But I do believe we have a few hours." I replied kissing down his shirt clad body. I sat up and went along to take his shirt off.

*4 hours later*

*9:00*

"Mom! Time to get ready!" I hear Rory shout coming into my room. Luke had left an hour ago and I fell back asleep.

"Sorry kid. Baby daddy wore me out." I mumbled sleepily.

"Oh my god mom! I really do not, I repeat do not, need to hear that kind of stuff." I just laugh at her and make my way to the bathroom.

"When will the hairdresser be here?"

"In about a half hour."

*11:00*

"Lorelai! Will you sit still!" My mother exclaimed.

"Sorry mom. I'm just excited to finally get married!" I yelled overly excited.

"Tone it down a tad." Rory whispered. We had decided not to tell Emily of our 1 o'clock in the morning adventure. We only knew how upset she would get. But clearly I wasn't doing that great of a job of acting. I mean I am happy to be having a huge ceremony, but honestly I just loved the fact that I was already married to the sexy ass diner man and carrying his child(ren).

"Come on Lorelai. It's time." I smiled to my mother as she carried a picture of my father and linked her arm with mine.

Okay so I would appreciate reviews. And I don't have plans tomorrow so I might update then. If not definitely by Thursday night. I promise.