Author's Note: Nope. As always, that is the answer. I do not own Gilmore Girls, and unfortunately, I never will.
The first word that escaped Rory's lips was
"Wow!" Logan smiled and nodded, and Rory felt her heart thudding excitedly in her chest. Was this actually happening? Rory glanced out at the crowd, and saw her mother, smiling slightly, and not looking the least of all surprised. Luke looked like he would have to be swept off of the floor, and Emily and Richard stood, shocked, but in a good way. Rory turned back to Logan, and took both of his hands, giving him her fullest smile.
This was Logan. Logan! He was funny, sweet, smarter than she was, successful, handsome, and everything she wanted in a man. He told her when she looked good, and warned her before doing something stupid. He supported her choices, and pushed her to success. When something exciting happened in her life, he was the first person she told. When something sad happened, he was the first one to lend her a shoulder. Rory's mind halted for a split second, stopping in the mirage of good things. There was a moment where Rory paused, considering her career. She was a new college graduate, and she wanted a job, filled with success and traveling. Could she do that married? She shook herself and remembered earlier in the year. Logan had said where she went, he went. Rory knew that he would help her develop a career, wherever she wanted to go, and always be considerate of her. He'd make a wonderful husband.
Husband!
How crazy was that?
Rory stared at him for a moment longer, and then nodded.
"Ace?" He asked hesitantly,
"Does that nod mean…" Rory grinned.
"Yes! It means yes!" Logan scooped her up into a massive hug and she grasped his neck tightly, never wanting to let go of him, her loving caring…
As he slipped a gorgeous ring onto her finger, she bit her lip and firmly planted her lips to his.
Her loving, caring, fiancé.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled gently apart from her, gazing at her, a smile lighting up his every feature.
"I love you Rory." He whispered into her ear.
"I love you Logan." He ran his hands down her sides and then they turned back to the crowd, hand in hand, Rory's face glowing excitedly. The music started again and people rushed up to congratulate the happy couple. Over all of the hugs, the tearful shouting, the firm hand shaking, the myriad of questions, the confusing wedding details, and the overall wildness of everything, Rory never let go of Logan's hand. Not even for an instant, because every time he glanced at her, or whispered a joke in her ear, or saved her from being attacked by a psychotic 3rd cousin, Rory fell a little bit more in love with him. And she was totally okay with that. Because in a few months, the ring on her finger would symbolize not just love, but forever. And until then, she never wanted to let him go.