[MissLilli]

ich hab euch alle so doll lieb, das könnt ihr euch garnicht vorstellen*g*

und deswegen *geheimnisvoll schau* ein neuer Teil Enjoy my friends:


“Did you ever believe in Santa?” she asked him as she pulled two coffee cups from the cupboard
“Huh?”
“I asked if you had ever believed in Santa?”
“Santa…?”
”Clause honey, how many Santas do you know?” she rolled her eyes and poured herself some coffee and put a teabag into his cup.
“Well, I did until I was 8 years old and then – believe it or not – my little sister pointed it out to me. How ‘bout you?” Lorelai poured the now boiling water into the cup and picked both up
“Well, I never did, actually, my parents told me to forget that bullshit – I’m quoting by the way! – I heard in kindergarten and concentrate on the more important things in life…”
“Like what? Peace in the Middle East?” she chuckled, holding out his cup for him. He reached for it but before he grasped it, it slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry, geez look at me all clumsy and stupid, I’ll get the broom and- Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked, worried about the expression of utter shock on her face as she stared at the broken cup at her feet. Her wide eyes turned slowly from the floor to meet his
“N-othing, it’s nothing. Just… I’m just breaking a lot of stuff lately and I don’t really know why, it’s like I have no control over my muscles anymore or something, it’s nothing to worry about”
“Hon it’s okay, sit down and relax, I’m gonna go and get the broom, alright?” He gently guided her over to the chair and then went to cleaning up the mess.

The next morning he woke up to an empty bed, which was quite an accomplishment because Lorelai never got out of bed early. He strained his ears and heard muffled sniffling from the adjacent bathroom so he got out of bed and gingerly went over to the door, knocking softly.
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah” came the teary voice from inside, so he stepped in and closed the door. Lorelai sat hunched over the toilet, obviously sick to her stomach, tears running down her face. He crouched down beside her and rubbed her back
“Hey, are you okay?”
“What?”
“Are you okay?”
“Why?”
“’Cause you don’t look okay”
“Well, geez, take me now sailor” her weak attempt to humor him was interrupted by a new fit of vomiting. He held back her hair until she was finished and handed her some toilet paper
“Thanks”
She got up and went over to the sink to brush her teeth, almost collapsing on the way there; she grabbed the sink for support, hung her head and closed her eyes. Breathing in deeply she said
“Must’ve been something I ate, maybe the lasagna was a little too much yesterday” He sat on the toilet, watching her brush her teeth with a worried expression on her face.
“What? I’m fine, I’m just not feeling well. Ow!” she dropped the toothpaste and gripped her head.

“I’m taking the risk now of repeating myself, but are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, just a headache, no biggie, really” she waved it off, continuing her tooth brushing. Luke came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind; surprised, she looked at his through the mirror and smiled
“I think this is gonna work” she mumbled around her toothbrush. Kissing her neck he said
“Yeah, why’s that?”
“Cause on an intimacy scale, having somebody watch me brush my teeth... is right up there seeing me on a sizerac swing, and I’m not minding it!”
"Well I can’t possibly tell you how happy that makes me” he replied to her sarcastically.
“Come on, I’ll get you back to bed. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently and tucking her in.

She snuggled into the covers sleepily and was soon fast asleep. He silently went down to the kitchen and started making some tea for her stomach, a bad hunch tugging at his brain, but he dismissed it quickly.