So I started the story a good year and a half ago, but never had the courage to actually post it, and for awhile I didn't have much time to write. But after the revival, I felt inspired to write, and started making more time for it. I have quite a bit written already, so let me know your thoughts, and if there is enough interest, I will post more! Since this prologue is so short, I may go ahead and post the first chapter tonight or tomorrow.


Prologue

April 2010

Luke watched as his wife began to stir from her slumber. Even though it had been very late when they had finally fallen asleep after a night of passionate lovemaking, he still awoke long before Lorelai. The night before, he had sent a text to Cesar, asking if he would be okay opening the diner the following morning. Knowing what Luke and Lorelai were going through and that they hadn't had much time together lately, Cesar gladly agreed. Luke had planned on getting up and making them breakfast before he went in to work, but he was too entranced by Lorelai's sleeping form.

Lorelai stretched and let out a moan as the sheet that covered her slipped below her bare breasts.

"Good morning to you too," Luke smirked.

"I thought you would be at the diner by now," Lorelai smiled, pulling the sheet back up over her body before leaning over to kiss him.

"Cesar has it taken care of," he told her as he began to trail kisses down her jawline to her neck.

"Then we can stay in bed all day long?" She asked hopefully.

"I wish," Luke replied. "But I really need to be in by lunch since we're going to Hartford for dinner."

"What time is it?"

"Almost 9:30," Luke answered, lazily running his hand up and down her side.

"Then we have time for a few more rounds," she grinned as she hooked a leg around his body.

"As you wish," he said, flipping them over so she was underneath him.


"So dinner with your parents is at 7?" Luke asked Lorelai, who was sitting at the counter in the diner after eating lunch.

After spending most of the morning in bed, Luke had insisted Lorelai come to the diner for lunch, because they hadn't allowed time for breakfast, much to Luke's dismay. He was constantly harassing Lorelai about eating a good breakfast.

"Yes, but we have to be at the train station in Hartford to pick up Rory and Jess at 5:45, so we need to leave here around 5," she reminded him.

"Okay, then I will be home around 4:30 so I can shower and change," he told her.

"You know…we've been married for almost two years now, you don't have to work so hard to impress my parents," she told him.

"I'm not doing it to impress them," he said, shooting her a smug look. "It's your birthday dinner, Lorelai, I know you're going to look nice, Rory's going to look nice…hell, even Jess will probably bust out a nice pair of slacks."

"And we can't have you out-dressed by your nephew," Lorelai teased.

"I don't mind dressing up, it's your birthday dinner," he smiled warmly. "If wearing nice clothes will thwart your mother's backhanded comments on the matter, I am happy to do so."

"I knew there was a reason I married you," she grinned.

Luke rolled his eyes, then leaned in close so no one would overhear the next part of their conversation.

"So you think we did it?" he asked.

Lorelai let out a snort. "Was I that bad? Of course we did it…many times, I might add." She reminded him, a little louder than Luke had hoped, he shot her a look as she stifled a giggle. "Sorry."

"I mean, do you think we made a baby?" He muttered

"I don't know…it's very possible. I guess time will tell," she shrugged, hoping to change the subject, grabbing her purse off the counter as she stood up. "I better go, I need to get the comforter on the bed in Rory's room for her and Jess."

"Don't remind me," Luke groaned, coming around the counter to kiss Lorelai before she left. "There are six bedrooms in that house! Why can't Rory stay in her room, and Jess stay in one of the other three guest rooms? Or even April's room? I'm sure she wouldn't mind, she won't be here for another month anyway."

"Luke, they're adults, they live together in Manhattan, meaning they sleep in the same room in the same bed every night," she stated as Luke put his arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck. "We can't just invite them here for the weekend and then tell them 'oh, by the way, you have to sleep in separate rooms.' They won't go for it."

"But they're staying under our roof with our rules!" He exclaimed

"Luke," she began calmly. "I realize you still see Rory as that little ten-year-old girl sometimes, or even the 17-year-old girl who was hurt by Jess on multiple occasions, but things have changed, they have both matured.

"You're right…I just know what Jess is capable of," Luke replied.

"Was."

"What?"

"What Jess was capable of," she corrected. "I know I've never been his biggest supporter, but he's not that stupid kid anymore. But he's grown so much since he lived in Stars Hollow, he's got a career going, he's going to Columbia, making good grades, and he loves our girl more than I ever thought he was capable of loving anyone. Stop underestimating him. Stop underestimating yourself."

"What do I have to do with this?"

"You guided him through some of the toughest years of his life, Luke," she smiled up at him, still standing in his embrace. "He looks up to you, and even though it took him awhile, he learned a lot from you. He's the man he is today thanks to you."

"I wouldn't go that far…"

"I would," she replied quietly before leaning in to kiss him.

"What would I do without you?" Luke smiled.

"You would lead a dull existence, my friend," she patted his chest with both of her hands. "I better go. I will see you this afternoon."

"See you later," he replied, pulling her in for one more kiss before she left.

Lorelai walked out of the diner toward the home she shared with Luke. By the time the two of them finally found themselves on the same page, the Twickham House had sold. But Luke managed to snag a newer home Lorelai had showed interest in. Even though moving out of the Crap Shack had taken its emotional toll on her, she had grown to love their home over the years. The new house had been Luke's gift to her, so that made it special. They were able to give April her own room when she came to visit. The space above the garage was accessible from inside the house, it included a kitchenette, living area, a bathroom and two additional bedrooms. Luke used this space as his "man cave," but one of the bedrooms was designated as Rory's, and when she visited, it was her space. That also left two extra rooms for the family additions they had hoped for. And a study that could easily be converted into another bedroom, which Luke often pointed out. In his early years, he couldn't imagine having children at all, but once he and Lorelai got together, everything changed. He wanted to fill the house up with children. Lorelai was constantly reminding him that they had Rory, Jess and April to consider when it came to the study. It was full of books, and the majority of their time at the house was spent in that room.

Some days, Lorelai could vividly imagine children running all through the house, squealing and giggling. Other days, her outlook was rather bleak. She had already suffered one miscarriage since she and Luke married nearly two years ago, and was currently undergoing fertility treatments as they struggled conceiving. It was hard for her to remain hopeful, and like today, when Luke—or anyone—brought up the subject of babies and being pregnant, she would subtly change the subject. The times Luke would catch her trying to change the subject, and pointed it out to her, the conversation usually ended in a fight. Their marriage hadn't always been easy, but they both agreed it was something worth fighting for.

While they were constantly trying to get pregnant, they didn't always take the time to actually make love. Last night had been both. Everything fell into place and it was absolutely perfect. Even though it would be too early to tell if they conceived this morning or the night before, Lorelai couldn't help but feel that with the way things were going, maybe she was already pregnant prior to the night before. There weren't many symptoms, except the bout of nausea at the inn yesterday morning. And then there was the dizziness she felt in the shower this morning, but she attributed that to taking a shower with her amazing husband.

With all of these thoughts swirling through her head on her walk home, Lorelai was bolting up the stairs to the master bedroom before the front door was completely closed. Luckily, she kept a stash of pregnancy tests. Most of the time, she kept her husband in the loop when it came to every aspect of their infertility journey. But sometimes, she didn't want to get his hopes up, as she did hers. She hoped to spare his heartache at the risk of hers.


When Luke arrived home later that afternoon, he pulled his truck into the garage next to the Armada he finally convinced Lorelai to purchase. Even though Lorelai preferred driving her Jeep, and Luke his truck, they benefitted from having a larger vehicle, especially when the girls and Jess were in town.

"Lorelai, you home?" He called out when he stepped into the house, but there was no reply. "Lorelai!"

Assuming she was getting ready and probably didn't hear him come in, Luke made his way up the stairs to their bedroom. When he stepped into their room, he was sent into immediate panic at the sight before him. Lorelai was curled into a ball on the bed facing away from him, he could hear her quiet sobs as he watched her entire body tremble.

"Lorelai," he rushed to her side, kneeling down next to the bed, looking her over to make sure she wasn't visibly hurt, and startling Paul Anka, who was lying in the chair in the corner. "What happened?"

When she failed to reply, Luke began to wrack his brain as to what could have happened. As he glanced toward the bathroom, something caught his eye…the pregnancy test box laying on the vanity. His heart sank. Another negative pregnancy test. He wasn't sure it was worth it anymore. Month after month they got their hopes up, only to have them dashed by a little plastic stick. Sure, he was heartbroken, but the hurt he saw in his wife's eyes every month pained him more than anything. He wasn't sure he could handle seeing her go through this much longer.

Scooting her over a little, Luke sat down on the bed next to his wife and began to stroke her hair. He leaned down to press a kiss to her temple.

"I love you more than anything in the world, Lorelai," he whispered softly. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" She questioned, sniffling as she looked at him. "I thought you wanted this."

Luke's brow furrowed as he gave her a confused look. She didn't say anything, but revealed the pregnancy test she was clutching tightly in her hand. She put it in his hand as she sat up, tears still streaming down her face.

He reluctantly look down at the test. There it was, clear as day. Pregnant.


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