Author's Note: Here is the first chapter of the Luke/Lorelai saga. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the magnificent plot.

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"It's the way that he makes you feel. It's the way that he kisses you. It's the way that he makes you fall in love."

Lorelai sang with the music blaring from Rory's desktop as she begrudgingly washed the dishes loitering in the kitchen sink. She placed the clean dish under the faucet spouting warm water, swaying to the music. She looked at the pile and sighed, wondering how there could possibly be that many dishes still in the sink after nearly an hour of scrubbing. She shook her head, cursing herself for letting Sookie cook dinner and refusing to accept her offer to clean up. She shrugged and continued singing.

Luke turned into the drive and parked behind his soon-to-be wife's car. He turned off the engine and made his way toward the front door. He stopped just short of the steps leading up to the porch upon hearing the music emitting from Rory's room. His eyebrows knitted in confusion as he continued making his way to the front door. He smiled as the door closed behind him, hearing Lorelai singing happily to the music. He quietly walked out of the doorway and into the hall. His jaw dropped in surprise once he took in the sight of Lorelai Gilmore doing dishes.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Ah!" Lorelai screamed, dropping the plastic cup she was holding back into the soapy substance with a resounding splash. She quickly shut her eyes as water sprayed into her face.

Luke laughed, taking a dry washcloth out of the drawer and gently wiping the soap off of her face. Her eyes flickered open as she took in the appearance of Luke Danes. Her blue eyes pierced him with their glare. He laughed and kissed her.

"Hi." He said.

"You scared me!" She said, flicking soap at him.

"Well, if the music wasn't so loud, you woulda heard me come in." He said, wiping the bubbles off his plaid shirt.

"I'm doing dishes! I needed something to keep me going!" She protested.

"Yeah, speaking of which. What the hell are you doing?" He asked, indicating her soapy hands and wet t-shirt.

"I'm writing a glorious novel about my handsome fiancé who runs a diner and wears nothing but a mountaineer hat when he cooks…" Lorelai trailed off, letting the image sink in.

"There will never be a mountaineer hat." Luke said.

"Oh, if I want a mountaineer hat, there will be a mountaineer hat." Lorelai said, wriggling her eyebrows at him. Luke sighed and shook his head.

"So why are you--" He trailed off and gasped. "Oh lord, your parents are coming over aren't they?!"

Lorelai almost dropped another inanimate object in the sink.

"What? Why would my parents be coming over?"

"I dunno! You're doing dishes, Lorelai. You never do dishes. The only time you really clean at all is when someone's coming over and even then you wait for me to do the dishes. But if your parents were coming over, you'd make sure the dishes were done and the house was clean cuz you know you would never hear the end of it if it wasn't."

"Luke! My parents are not coming over."

Luke stared at her suspiciously for a few minutes, wondering whether or not he should believe her. She rolled her eyes and laughed at the expression on his face.

"Why would I lie? You know I'm not that mean."

"Oh thank god." Luke sighed in relief. "Who is coming over then?"

He asked, pulling a chair out from under the table and sitting down. Lorelai smiled and turned around, back against the wet counter top.

"Guess."

"Uhhhh….Willy Wonka?"

She gave him a look.

"No? Hmmm, the real Paul Anka?"

"My God, you've been hanging around me way too much."

Luke laughed.

"Um, Sookie and Jackson?"

Lorelai snorted and shook her head.

"Oh come on, Babe, you know me better than that. If Sookie and Jackson were coming over, I wouldn't bother cleaning up. They're like my brother and sister, they know I rarely clean."

"Then we're back to your parents! Who else do we know that doesn't know how rarely you pick up a sponge or a broom for that matter?" Luke asked.

"Wow, you're just horrible at this guessing thing." Lorelai said.

Luke shrugged and blinked at her, bringing his feet up to rest on the chair opposite him.

" Well, that's what I got you for." Luke smiled.

"Fine, I'll give you a hint. She hasn't been to Stars Hollow in two months."

Luke's face brightened as his feet hit the floor.

"Rory's coming home?! No way!"

Lorelai nodded, smiling happily.

"They're gonna be in the next town over until tomorrow afternoon so Rory's gonna come home for the night and leave in the morning."

"That's great!" Luke said, glancing down at her stomach. "So have you told her yet?"

"Told her about what?" Lorelai asked, looking at him. She followed his gaze down to her stomach and shook her head.

"Not yet. I told you I wanted to tell her in person."

"Well, good, cuz once you tell Rory, we can tell everyone…" He looked unsure he as got up to lean against the counter. "Right…?"

Lorelai sighed and set down the plate she was washing. She dried off her hands with the cloth beside her and turned towards Luke, placing her damp hands on his chest.

"Of course. I'm sorry I've been keeping it a secret the last month, but I just really wanted Rory to know before the whole town…and I'd feel really weird telling her over the phone. With news as great as this, it's just not right to tell her over the phone, you know? It was bad enough I had to tell her that we were getting married over the phone, I just can't tell her that I'm pregnant that way too."

Luke nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist, satisfied with her reasoning.

"Good. That means that we're gonna make you an appointment with the town doctor, right?"

"Right." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"And then we can let Sookie tell the town so we don't have to do it."

Lorelai laughed.

"Oh won't she be happy. I still can't believe that she guessed. I mean, she knew before I did. When she suggested it, I automatically thought 'no way, that's not even possible'. Sookie was over the moon once she saw the look on my face. She almost shouted it to the whole inn."

Luke laughed, remembering how Sookie reacted when she found out that they'd kissed for the first time.

"Yeah…but what do you expect? She's had three kids already. I think she's memorized the signs."

"Yeah, I suppose." She said, kissing him before returning to the large pile of dishes.

"Here, let me help." Luke offered.

The phone began to ring.

"Go answer that first."

"All right." Luke said, dragging out the "a" in the statement.

He set down the towel and walked into the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Luke!"

"Hey Rory! Where are you?"

"Uhhh about an hour outside of Stars Hollow."

"Oh, that's so great. We can't wait to see you."

"Aw! I can't wait to see you guys either. Is my mom home?"

"Yeah, but she's incapacitated at the moment."

"Oh god, did she fall on another table? Run into another door? Step into another friendly pile of snow that turned out to be a puddle? Shall I continue?"

Luke laughed and shook his head.

"No, probably not. I've got something better. She's doing…" Luke paused for dramatic effect. "dishes."

Rory gasped, immediately adopting a concerned persona.

"Oh lord, did she bang her head? Did you have her examined?!"

"No…but maybe I should…there's gotta be something wrong with her."

Lorelai turned, incredulous look in place.

"There's nothing wrong with me! The dishes just needed to be done! Now stop talking about me, damn it!" She said, feigning anger.

Both Rory and Luke laughed.

"Wow, you seem to be making an honest women out of her." Rory said.

Luke scoffed.

" I don't know where this is coming from, but it's definitely not my influence. I've been living here for two months and she hasn't cleaned once. I nearly had a heart attack when I walked into the house and saw her doing dishes. I immediately thought your grandparents were coming over."

"Oh no, I nipped that in the bud." Rory said.

"What? Nipped what in the bud?" Luke asked.

"Umm…well, Grandma called me an hour ago, complaining about having not seen me in three months…"

"Oh my god, Rory, please tell me you didn't tell her you were gonna be home tonight…" Luke begged.

"I couldn't lie, Luke! You know I don't lie!"

"Oh, Rory! You're too honest for your own good!" Luke sighed.

Rory laughed and continued.

"Don't worry, I handled it. I told her that I just wanted to spend time at home with you and Mom because I haven't been home in over two months."

"She tried to get you to go to Hartford, didn't she?"

"How'd you know?"

"Really? Do you have to ask?"

"I guess not…" Rory said, laughing. "You've become very in tuned to the Gilmore ways, Luke. I applaud you."

"Wow, thanks. I feel very special."

"You should. Hey, I gotta go, we're pulling up to the hotel right now. I'm taking a cab over there as soon as we're finished up here. I should be home in no more than two hours." Rory said, getting off the bus. "And once I get home, we're having a major discussion about the wedding because if you guys wanna get married in two months, then we have to get all the dresses and tux's ordered ASAP, okay?"

"All right, major wedding discussion when you get home." Luke promised.

"Good. I'll be home soon. Love you guys!"

"We love you too."

"I love you, Rory!!" Lorelai shouted from the sink.

Rory laughed as her boss motioned for her to follow him.

"Okay, I really gotta go. Give her a kiss for me. Bye."

"Bye."

Luke put the phone down and walked behind Lorelai, wrapping his arms around her stomach. He pressed at quick kiss to her temple and let his head rest in the crook between her neck and shoulder.

"That's from Rory." He whispered.

She smiled and let her head rest on his as she finished the dishes. Luke reached into his pocket as it began to vibrate. He flipped it open and showed Lorelai the message from Rory. Make my mom stop cleaning. I wanna come back to the home I left. I miss that home…and I miss you guys. I'll be home soon. Lorelai smiled as tears began to well up in her blue eyes. Luke slipped the phone back into his pocket and kissed her neck softly.

"She'll be home in a couple hours."

Lorelai sighed and nodded, missing her daughter. Luke reached for the phone as it began to ring again.

"Hello?" He said, still in the same position.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number."

"No, Emily, you don't."

"Who's this?"

"You know who this is."

"I don't play mind games."

"Obviously you do."

Lorelai huffed as she heard her mothers side of the conversation. She pulled the phone out of Luke's grasp and put it to her ear, letting the remnants of water and soap slip down the drain. She regretfully moved from within Luke's embrace and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Mom, for the last time. Luke lives here and I'd appreciate it if you showed him some respect." Lorelai said, voice cold.

Luke shook his head and began drying the clean dishes.

"How was I supposed to know that was him? He didn't identify himself! For all I knew he was a burglar answering your house phone." Emily said.

"What do you want, Mom?"

"I have to have a reason to call my only daughter?"

"No, of course not. Did you just call to say hello?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I didn't."

"Then the comment about not having to have a reason to call me was brought up to fill the silence that was sure to proceed my first question?"

"I'm in no mood for your sarcastic little comments right now, Lorelai."

Lorelai removed the phone from her face and looked at Luke. I'm sorry. She mouthed to him. He shook his and shrugged, letting her know it was fine.

"Lorelai?"

"I'm here, Mom."

"It's rude to not answer the person who spoke last."

"Thanks for the tip. What's up, Mom?"

"Rory has informed me that she is going to be in your little town tonight and she says that she doesn't have time to see us because she wants to spend time at home." Emily said.

"Well, she's only got one night here, Mom. She has to leave early in the morning to be back at the hotel before they leave."

"I see. Your father and I haven't seen her in three months and we haven't see you in two weeks."

"Mom, I apologized about that. There were emergencies at the Inn the last two Fridays. And there's nothing I can do about you not seeing Rory, if she doesn't have time to go to Hartford, then she can't. I'm sorry, but I'm sure she'll make it up to you when she's in town next."

"Actually, there is something you can do about that. Your father and I would like to come over for dinner so we can see Rory."

Lorelai's jaw dropped in horror and Luke gave her a questioning look.

"Uh, Mom, I really don't think you guys would be--"

"Lorelai, I want to see my granddaughter." Emily said, cutting her off.

"You know what, Mom? I didn't get that last part, I think my phone is breaking up…"

"Don't even try to do that to me, Lorelai! How you can be so incredibly rude to your mother, I will never know!"

"Mom, we are planning on eating cheeseburgers and fries and pop tarts and any other type of junk food you can possibly think of for dinner. I hardly think you and Dad would be up for that."

Luke's eyes widened as he realized what had Lorelai looking so upset.

"My God, Lorelai, can't that boyfriend of yours cook anything besides cheeseburgers?" Emily asked, disgusted.

"You would just love it if I said no, wouldn't you? As a matter of fact, he can he do much more than that. I'm sorry, but Rory is coming home and we're eating what she wants tonight."

"I'm sure she would much rather eat something like duck or even chicken-"

"Actually," Lorelai interrupted "Luke offered to cook her anything she wanted and that's what she picked, so that's what we're eating."

Emily sighed, the air full of frustration and impatience.

"Well, that's fine. Your father and I will just eat at home."

"Okay, then. Rory will call you later and tell you when she'll be in town next so she can make a special date with her grandparents."

"Oh, we're still coming over, Lorelai. We'll just have a late dinner is all."

Lorelai was at a loss for words. Her mouth opened and closed several times, finding it difficult to produce any sound.

"Now, what time is Rory going to be there?" Emily asked, taking her silence as acceptance.

"Around 6." Lorelai said, sighing.

"We will see you at 6:30." Emily said. "Goodbye, Lorelai."

Lorelai hung up and looked down at the table, unmistakable pout in place.

"They're coming over, aren't they?"

"Being pregnant makes me less argumentative, damn it! I completely gave up! That's not me! I never let my mother manipulate me! I couldn't even speak after

she said they were still coming over! I just--oh my god! Luke, my parents are coming over. Because I couldn't put her off! What is wrong with me?!"

"Oh, Baby--" Luke began.

"That's it! Exactly! It's the baby." She looked down at her still very flat stomach. "You made me let my guard down!"

Luke pulled a chair up next to her and sat.

"Hey hey hey. Lets not blame the unborn child residing in your uterus."

Lorelai couldn't help but laugh at that statement.

"I can't believe you just said uterus."

Luke shook his head, disbelieving.

"How you are mature enough to have a daughter Rory's age is beyond me."

She laughed and placed a hand on his cheek.

"It's all right. We'll deal with them being here. They can't stay for too long, right? I mean, we can claim that Rory's gotta get up really early…Actually, we can claim that we all have to get up really early." Luke said as an afterthought.

Lorelai looked down sadly.

"We're supposed to tell Rory about the baby tonight…and we're supposed to have major wedding talk and watch trashy movies to give Rory a small taste of her home life again…we can't do any of that with Richard and Emily Gilmore here."

Luke took her face in his hands and gently forced her to meet his eyes.

"We will. We will do all of that tonight. I promise. We'll get your parents out of here as fast as humanly possible, all right?"

Lorelai nodded and placed a tender kiss on his lips. Luke wrapped his arms around her and sighed, hating her parents for intruding on Lorelai's night with Rory. They broke apart slowly after Luke pressed a kiss to her forehead. He got up and finished drying and putting away the dishes as Lorelai sat watching him.

"You know how I think you're sexy while you cook? Well, it seems to work with the whole doing dishes aspect as well."

"Oh jeez."

"Especially when you rub that towel over the plate like that…"

"How you can make drying a plate sound dirty I will never know."

"Oh, I can make anything sound dirty. You knew that when you met me."

"Oh yeah, along with all the other highly charming qualities that you have. Coffee addiction, the prospect that you made Rory a caffeine addict, the strange ability to eat or drink anything in large quantities without puking your guts out-"

"Ah, yes, the Lorelai paradox."

"The fact that you can talk anybody into anything…or just the fact that you can talk and talk until the person you're talking to is willing to do whatever you want to get you to shut up…need I say more?"

"Oh, Luke, you know you secretly adore every one of those qualities. If not, you would've thrown that horoscope away the moment I left the diner the day you met me." Lorelai said proudly.

Luke smiled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a deep kiss…

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And here's a lovely Gilmore Girls quote for you.

Lorelai: So, let me get this straight. Uh, you and some guys who actually know what they're doing are gonna come over and fix my house, and I can pay them back whenever I want? Luke: That's right. Lorelai: 'Cause I'm Tony Soprano? Luke: Only scarier.