Chapter 4: Uh-Oh! By: Gigi

I wake up in the morning to an empty bed, Luke's bed. I smile as I remember last night's events. I look to see a note on the empty pillow.

'You were asleep when I woke up. I have to work. I'll bring you up breakfast. <33 Luke

Just as I finish reading this, grinning like an idiot, I hear Luke make his way up the stairs. He was walking very slowly, according to the sound of his footsteps. He must have coffee.

The door opens to reveal that beautiful man. I sit in the bed, soaking in his beautiful torso stretching against his plaid shirt. I look down to cover my goofy smile. Since when am I shy around Luke? I mean, I just slept with him for God's sake!

"Hey" Luke breathed out. God, he's gorgeous. Was he always this gorgeous? Of course he was! I can't remember when he wasn't. I've just been my stupid, clueless self: completely oblivious to what's right in front of me. Yep, that's Lorelai Gilmore for you: stupid.

"Hi" I say, snapping out of my trance. I direct my glance at the tray he's carrying. It has coffee, cherry Danish, a pancake, and sausage. Everything I love...and I'm not just referring to the tray.

Luke starts walking toward the bed, careful not to spill the hot coffee, though I wouldn't mind watching him dance around! Of course that would mean pain for Luke, and I definitely don't want that. When he reaches the bed, I decide to be cute. "So what's for breakfast, Lukey-poo?" which earns me a bewildered look from him. I burst out laughing, since it's impossible not to laugh when I look at that face. His eyebrows are all screwed up and he is pouting his lips and his eyes are almost closed. I take a mental photograph of that face, never wanting to forget his look of confusion when he sets aside the tray and scoops me up in his arms.

After breakfast, I, reluctantly, say goodbye and head toward the Dragonfly. As soon as I enter the inn, I rush towards the kitchen, ignoring Michele's admonitions over being late. "Sookie!!!!!!!!" I yell as I emerge inside the kitchen.

"Back here!" I hear as I see a chubby, bandaged, hand wave over the shelves near the stove. Typical, she always manages to injure herself cooking. I hurry to the back of the kitchen and hug her, tightly. "What was that for-,"she looks at my grinning-like-an-idiot face. "You're happy."

"Yes, I am." It takes me an incredible effort to keep my voice at normal level, but that's proving quite difficult at the moment.

"Did you do something slutty?" Sookie purses her lips to keep from laughing, remembering, as I do, of when we did this to Rory the day we got the letter accepting her to Chilton.

I, however, surprise her with my answer. "Well, it depends on what you mean by 'slutty'." Sookie's face is the spitting image of surprise. Her eyes are open really wide and her jaw is hanging down. I decide to be nice and lift her jaw from the ground. "If you mean did I do anybody? Then yes, I did do something slutty." I am beaming like crazy. I must look like a crazed lunatic. I look at my reflection in the microwave. Yep.

Sookie finally recovers from the shock long enough to splutter one word: "Who?!?!"

"Well, he's tall, handsome, rugged, and wears a backwards baseball cap."

"AAAAAH!-" Sookie throws up her hands, one holding a pan, and knocks over one of the cooks. "YOU and LUKE...are...TOGETHER!!!!! AAAH!!!" she pulls me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Yes! It's Luke! But please don't tell anybody, okay?"

"OF COURSE I won't!! I mean, it's you, and it's Luke! And the fact that he's married is completely irrelevant right now!!! I'm SO happy for you guys!!!" she squeals and pulls me back into a hug.

Oh, right. Nicole. How could I forget Nicole?

To be continued...