Lorelai rubbed her stomach. Was there anything more glorious than pregnancy? The way it made a woman glow, the way it gave her an excuse to eat anything and her husband had to comply. It was just beautiful.
As she entered the kitchen, she picked up a mug from the cabinet and poured a cup of coffee, breathing in its dark aroma first.
She gagged. This was not her coffee. Not even a little.
"Decaf" she yelled.
Luke was standing by the stove, cooking her breakfast. "You're crazy."
"Don't hoodwick me! Where's my coffee?"
It was in the cookie jar.