When you start smelling the eggs that Luke is frying, you have a debate with yourself: which smells better? Luke’s pillow (or his entire apartment for that matter) or the food that your wonderful fiancé is making for your dog?

It takes you all of three seconds to decide that Luke’s pillow smells a whole lot better and this is a big step for you, since you like food so much and all.

You snuggle further into his pillow, inhaling deeply and when you hear the sharp sound made in the frying pan by the addition of the cheddar cheese, it occurs to you suddenly that Luke is making eggs. For your dog. The dog he didn’t like in the first place.

You bolt up in the bed, and go to the kitchen area to wrap your arms around Luke’s waist from behind.

“I’m an idiot.”

He’s stopped being startled a long time ago by your random outbursts and doesn’t even turn from his eggs as he answers, “Haven’t we discussed you learning to start talking in complete sentences?”

You ignore his teasing, needing to make him understand what you meant earlier and why you responded the way you did. “You just told me how you took my dog to the vet because he ate chocolate and now you’re making him eggs with cheddar to make them taste better. I just… “

“Lorelai,” he cuts in, turning off the oven so as not to burn the eggs, before turning around in your arms. “I know. I also know what you’re getting at. You aren’t an idiot for wanting to post-pone the wedding until things are better with Rory.”

“I feel like your doing everything in this relationship, Luke,” you say after a pause. “You just went through whole spiel about taking Paul Anka to the vet and how your making him eggs and my only response is that I want to postpone our wedding?”

“We aren’t keeping score here, Lorelai!” He yells, startling you and making you back away from him. He gives a frustrated grunt and apologizes as he guides you to his bed. One your seated, he kneels in front of you, folding his arms on your lap and leaning on them.

“You want to wait until things are right with Rory. I’d never expected any differently. As for Paul Anka…I don’t like dogs, you know that, but he’s is important to you,” he explains. “That’s why I did what I did for him.”

“So you’re essentially being your normal adorable Luke self by supporting me through taking care of Paul Anka.”

“I don’t know about the ‘adorable’ part, but…yes that is what I’m doing.”

You take his face in your hands to kiss him. “Trust me, Lancelot, you’re adorable. I swear once everything is settled with Rory, you are gonna be in a tux, in all your adorable glory, so fast that I know I will have to time how long it takes you get it off of you on our wedding night.”

“You’re going to have to time how long it takes you to get me to wear a tux first.”

“Luke,” you admonish, “You’re wearing a tux whether you like it or not. I could, uh, even-“ you run a finger along his cheek, “you know, help you put it on.”

“You said you wanted to help me get it off.”

“I have to choose just one?”

He shakes his head in amusement and gives you kiss on the forehead before hauling himself up to finish the eggs.

You stay on the bed, watching him affectionately and once he finishes his cooking and has set the plate in front of Paul Anka, he lays down on your side of the bed (you’re still occupying his and you have no intention of moving) except, of course, to snuggle into him, entwining your legs with his, your head on his chest.

You’ve made yourself entirely comfortable in Luke’s embrace, but before you can completely doze off, you hear the scraping of a plate across the floor. Luke looks over at Paul Anka.

“You think he wants more?”

You don’t answer him, because an idea has come to you. He’s just made your dog eggs and you know that he wouldn’t need much prodding to make you something…so maybe you can…

“No.”

Damn him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he could read your mind. Or maybe you just need to keep working on your poker face.

“But we’ve already established that I can stir things.”

“So you’re going to stir us something for breakfast? I’m the cook in this relationship, remember?”

Shrugging, you cuddle back into him, but before you get to comfortable, he sits up, sliding you off. “I need to get down to the diner.”

“But, Luke! I was comfy!”

He ignores your protestation, and with a kiss on the forehead, we walks into the bathroom.

Once the door closes, you grin mischievously, getting up and going to your dog to get him to keep watch. Except he seems to have gotten a bit tired after his breakfast and ignores you completely. After giving him a gentle pat on the head, you move to the kitchen with every intention of making Luke some breakfast. It may not be a huge step to show how much you appreciate his patience, but it’s going to have to do for the moment. You plan on making him even happier when you and Rory patch things up and you can marry this wonderful man.

However, before you actually get to preparing the food, there is a hand that has captured your wrist. You turn your gaze to Luke to find that his arm is bare as his chest. Your eyes rove further to see that he is in nothing but a towel.

“I should have known not to leave you here alone when you have your mind set on something.”

You grin lasciviously. “So you thought that coming out here half naked would deter me?”

He pulls you into the bathroom.

“It’s worked before. In fact, you’ve done the same thing to me on numerous occasions.”

He’s got a point there.

End