A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews, it means so much! I went back and forth after the last chapter about whether or not to end it there or keep going. After thinking it through I decided to do an epilogue, so here it is. This will be the last chapter for this story. Enjoy!

Everything

Luke sat on the bed, his back leaning up against the headboard, his legs straight out in front of him. He stared silently at the closed bathroom door while he ran his thumb over the underside of his plain silver wedding band.

It had been 4 weeks since the wedding, since they stood up in front of family and friends and next to each other and said the vows outloud. They were simple, solid, and nothing new for them. They were the verbalization of the vows that they had made over and over, again and again, for the past ten years. It was just official now.

The wedding had come together easily, April and Rory were both in Stars Hollow over Thanksgiving weekend, so there was really no other option. They had a simple ceremony at the Dragonfly, under the chuppah and sparkling lights, and they enjoyed a low key reception afterwards with more food than necessary, compliments of Sookie.

It was easy to plan the wedding. Easy to commit to each other. Easy to stand up there and say those words. There was one thing, though, that was not coming easily.

"I'm not doing it," Lorelai burst through the bathroom door with the pink box in her hand, interrupting his thoughts.

"Lorelai, just go do it," He waved towards the bathroom, but she shook her head and started to pace at the foot of the bed.

"I already made up my mind. Can't change it. Not happening." She rambled.

"You called me at work,"

"I did." She confirmed, still pacing.

"You asked me to come home,"

"I did."

"No, actually, you told me to come home immediately. And to stop, on my way home, in Litchfield,"

"Sorry for wanting you to have a change from the monotony of your normal route." She threw her hands in the air, still holding onto the box.

"You told me to go to the supermarket and get some green apples and that specific brand of pregnancy test," he pointed to the box in her hand.

"The commercials say it's the most accurate. The apples were just wishful thinking, trying to drum up some cravings," she nodded as Paul Anka entered the room and started pacing back and forth with her.

"For the love of god, not you too." Luke called to the dog as he pushed himself up off of the bed and made his way over to Lorelai. "Stop."

"It's better to not know. Makes it more of a surprise. Who doesn't love a good surprise?" Luke stopped her pacing by placing one hand on her hip and the other on the opposite shoulder.

"You're taking it. We're not going to be some dateline special." He raised his eyebrows. "You're a few days late. You ordered a fruit salad this morning at the diner."

"Coincidences." She threw the box on the floor, and pushed past him, making her way out of the bedroom and downstairs, purposely avoiding the two bedrooms that sat empty, doors closed, at the end of their new hallway.

She had taken 6 tests since they had started not not trying, and each time she only saw one line she lost a little more hope. She didn't know how much more she had left, and this was the first time that they had actually really tried, made a conscious effort of the dates and what they were doing, and she knew that this time would hurt that much more.

"Lorelai!" Luke called to her as he followed her downstairs.

"I need some air," she explained, slipping on her boots as Paul Anka came running up to her. "We both do," she grabbed his leash off of the wall and clicked it to his collar, heading out into the early evening.

"Hey, wait, I'll come with you," Luke called from the door, but Lorelai waved him off, telling him she just wanted a few minutes to calm down and that she was sorry and she'd be back in a little bit.

Luke gave her 59 minutes alone before he put on his boots and jacket and headed out to find her. Ironically, after an early snow in October, January was relatively mild, but the promise of winter still draped Stars Hollow in cold nights.

He didn't see her around the house or in the yard, so he started off towards the center of town, where he found her sitting on a bench in the square, Paul Anka sitting at her feet, both of them eating a peanut butter cookie from Weston's.

"Hey," Luke cleared his throat as he sat down next to her, placed his arm around her and kissed her temple sweetly.

"Wanted some sugar," she shrugged, looking down at Paul Anka. "I don't need to take the test. I know what it's going to say. Or not say." She took another bite of the cookie as Luke pulled her close to him.

"You don't." He tried to get through to her, but she shook her head and reached to the bag next to her, holding it up to him.

"I got 6 cookies," she looked at him sadly. "It's starting. No need for the test." She referred to her period.

Luke sat back on the bench, the hope that he was holding onto slipping away, as he reached for the bag. "Give me one," he said shaking his head.

xxxxxx

"Luke?" Lorelai whispered as she reached out and shook his arm.

"Sleep," he grumbled, but rolled over in bed to face her.

Lorelai didn't say anything, but he reached his arms out to her, creating a space for her to curl up onto his chest.

She didn't have any words, she just wanted to feel him. Feel her husbands arms and hear his heart beating, hoping that it would stop all the thoughts running through her head. The ones about how they had wasted so much time, valuable time when she still had good eggs and enviable fertility, the ones about how if she would never have run to Christopher they could have already had a baby - a toddler, even.

She pushed her face into his chest as she thought about their daughters, about how seemingly easy they came to be and how she had never really thought that it would be any other way. Until now. Until she was counting days and spotting symptoms and laying in bed with him just trying to remind herself to breath. In and out. In and out.

Lorelai didn't even realize that she was crying until Luke reached down and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"I know what you're doing," he spoke softly. "We didn't miss out on it. We haven't lost it." He said firmly, and for the first time he felt like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was her.

"I just feel like we did everything wrong," Lorelai said before letting herself unravel.

They had fallen apart, they broken down to pieces they thought they'd never get back together again, but still they rebuilt themselves, and each other. They made plans, shared a home and a last name. There was just that one thing missing, that, tonight, felt like everything.

They had forgiven themselves, and each other, but the nagging thought of missing out on a family of their own, a child they shared, was suddenly something they didn't know if they could forgive. Their desire for it felt suffocating.

Luke went to say something, but hesitated for a moment, not able to commit to the words. He let out a deep breath, kissed the top of her head, and then let the words tumble from his lips before he could catch them, "this is enough." He said simply.

"I don't want it to be," Lorelai cried, putting her hand on his chest. He put his hand over hers, then brought her hand to his lips. She was tired. Tired of needing something, wanting something. It felt like no matter how far they came, it wasn't far enough.

"Me either." He cleared his throat, breaking with her. "But if it is, I couldn't be luckier." He said honestly.

xxxxxx

"So, Sookie found this great Louisiana Sausage, and it's perfect. Not too big, not to small, the color is just red enough," Lorelai rambled as they made their way through town, the streets decorated for fall, the square in the beginning stages of set-up for the fall festival.

"Thank god." Luke rolled his eyes as Lorelai continued to explain this years Halloween bit, trying to convince him that after she killed him he should turn into a zombie and eat the sausages. "Are we really going to have time for this?" Luke looked to her as they came to a stop in front of Doose's Market.

"We will make time. It's our tradition," she smiled at him. "And we are not losing traditions now. In fact, we need to think of more traditions, if anything. Something for every holiday. Except maybe flag day. We can skip flag day," she finished with a nod.

"You know, I'm partial to flag day." Luke argued with a smile, and Lorelai raised her eyebrows at him.

"Well look at that," she whispered to the tiny pink baby girl, fast asleep in the stroller that Luke was pushing, "your Dad is full of surprises, sweets." They shared a smile and a laugh.

"So you going to run in?" Luke pointed towards Doose's, and Lorelai nodded, thankful to be out of the house for the first time since their daughter was born two weeks ago, and even more thankful for the moment.

It was simple - a walk through town, picking things up from the market, heading back home to cook dinner. It was everything she thought she'd never have, that she was afraid to wish for. The whole package.

"It'll be the first time I've ever left her," Lorelai looked at him with wide eyes, and he laughed.

"I'll stand right by the window so you can keep an eye on us." He placed a soft kiss on her lips, then looked down at their daughter. Theirs. Not just his. Not just hers. Theirs. She had Lorelai's stubbornness and Luke's eyes.

"Okay, I'll be quick," she turned away from him and ran into Doose's, and Luke walked over by the window and waited for her.

10 minutes later she walked out, a bag of groceries in her hand, and she saw them there, standing and waiting. Her Luke and their sleeping baby girl. The tears found their way to her eyes as she watched him reach into the stroller and pull the blanket up around the baby.

"Hey, you get everything?" Luke asked when he saw her walking towards him. Luke took the bag from her and placed it in the bottom of the stroller before they turned and headed home.

"We've got everything." Lorelai said firmly, and Luke reached for her hand.

"Yep." He said simply.