Planning a Wedding
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Summary: Sequel to And the Stage is Set. Find out how Rory and Logan survive the planning of their wedding with Emily Gilmore, Shira Huntzberger, and Francine Hayden.
Thanks to my beta just hidden
A Ring in his Pocket
"And the last box in unpacked!" Rory declared as she fell onto the couch next to her boyfriend, Logan Huntzberger.
They had just moved into their new apartment in the Taft Building. Logan was starting his final year at Yale while Rory was starting her third.
"Yeah, remind me, why did I have to be the one who carried all of the boxes?" Logan asked as he lay down and pulled Rory on top of him.
Rory laughed. "Because you're a boy, silly."
He rolled his eyes and was about to respond when Rory crashed her lips down on his. It didn't take long for him to respond. He groaned when she wiggled her hips against his and his hand started to make its way up her shirt. The lack of air started to get to them, so Logan relocated his lips to her neck.
"We have to christen the apartment," he whispered in her ear, before biting down on it.
Suddenly, the front door flew open and Kevin burst into the apartment. He assessed the situation in front of him and instantly covered his eyes with his hand.
"Knock, must remember to knock," he chided himself.
The two got off the couch and straightened their clothing.
"Is everyone decent?"
"Yes Kevin," Logan replied in a monotone voice and Rory went to the kitchen to make coffee.
"Ineedtotellyousomething." Kevin said all at once, obviously nervous.
"What?"
"I need to tell you something," he repeated. "You might want to sit down."
With a look that showed he was seriously concerned for his best friend's mental health, Logan took a seat on the couch.
"I just want you to remember how graciously I took the news of you dating my sister while I tell you this," Kevin said very diplomatically.
"Graciously? Kevin, you punched me," Logan scoffed.
"You didn't tell me for two- You know what, just bear yourself for what I have to say."
Logan gave him an expectant look and Kevin continued.
"Yesterday, I went on a date with Honor," Kevin stated.
The smile on Logan's face melted and was replaced by a look of bewilderment. Kevin didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything and just waited for Rory to walk back into the room.
About two minutes later, Rory shuffled back to the living room, coffee in hand. When she noticed that her brother and her boyfriend were just staring at each other she stood still.
"Is everything okay?" she asked warily.
Logan turned to Rory, "He. . . he," Logan sputtered, "He went out on a date."
Rory looked to her brother, "What did you do?"
"Honor," he said meekly.
Logan's eyes widened and then he started shaking his head, "No. No, no, no, no, no."
"We didn't mean to. I mean, I walked her to her door and one thing led to another and-."
"Kevin, stop talking," Rory advised him.
Logan looked at a loss for words.
"I'm happy for you," Rory told her brother.
"Thanks."
"Hey, a bunch of us are meeting at the pub later. You should bring Honor," Rory said.
"I will, see you later," he kissed Rory on the cheek and left the apartment.
"So, you and my sister?"
Rory, Kevin, Paris, Finn, Logan, Colin, Madeline, Louise, and Honor were at the pub.
"For the last time Logan, yes!" Kevin exclaimed.
Logan had calmed considerably since earlier that day. Once he attained his voice and the ability to think straight, he called Honor and asked her if she knew what kind of colossal mistake she was making.
"But what about Josh?" Logan asked Honor. "I liked Josh."
"Josh and I broke up two months ago," Honor deadpanned.
"Oh, I see, you're still on the rebound." Logan was still in denial.
Honor rolled her eyes and leaned into Kevin a little more.
"Shut up," Rory said. "They're cute together."
She pulled Logan to her and kissed him.
"Okay, I still don't like seeing you make out with my sister." Kevin said.
Suddenly, Logan broke away from the kiss, "You make out with mine," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but Rory is his little sister. It's totally different." Colin argued.
"Do I get to punch him?" Logan asked hopefully.
"No," Honor answered.
"So, does this mean that when Rory and Logan get married that Kevin and Honor will be brother and sister?" asked Louise.
"We're not getting married." Rory stated.
"Then why does Logan have an engagement ring in his sock drawer?" Asked a drunken Finn.
The table fell silent and Louise hit Finn upside the head, hard. Logan looked to Rory and found that her face was void of emotion and her eyes were bugged out.
He stood up, grabbed Rory's hand, and gently pulled her to a standing position. He was going to kill Finn. Still reeling from Finn's words, she allowed Logan to lead her out of the pub. He didn't want to startle her so he didn't say anything. The two were just walking, hand in hand.
"There is no engagement ring in my sock drawer Rory," he said softly once the silence became too much.
He could have sworn he saw a look of disappointment flash across her face.
"Oh," she whispered.
"And that's because it's in my pocket," he continued.
He stopped their walking and he looked into Rory's amazing blue eyes. He kissed her softy and pulled back before she had her chance to respond.
"We've been dating for two and a half years," he whispered. "I love you, and I would be the happiest man in the world if you would let me make you my wife."
With her forehead rested against hers, he took a small black box out of his pocket and hoped the tears swimming in Rory's eyes were tears of joy. Her gaze traveled down to the box and then back to his face. Her eyes widened as he slowly got on one knee and opened the box, holding it out to her.
"Rory Hayden will you marry me?"
He sounded nervous. She couldn't remember ever hearing him sound nervous. Logan Huntzberger was the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. She was a worry wart and was never truly calm. But with Logan she was happy.
She nodded and a lone tear of happiness ran down her cheek, "Yes," she whispered.
Logan stood up and slid the ring onto her slender finger. The ring was a Huntzberger heirloom. It was a perfect match.
He kissed her again and, this time, let her respond. The kiss grew passionate and Rory broke away, causing to Logan to groan in protest. "We should probably go back to the apartment to do this," she said coyly.
"Good idea," he said seriously. Rory let out a laugh as he pulled her along the cobble stone path at warp speed.
Rory woke up and the previous night's events flooded her mind. A smile graced her face and she turned to face Logan. He was already awake and had been watching her sleep.
"Hi," she whispered.
"Good morning."
He took her hand in his and they laced their fingers together. She caught sight of her ring and it caught her eye for a moment. It was beautiful. It was a platinum band with an emerald in the middle. There was a diamond on each side of the emerald.
"Do you want some coffee?" he asked unnecessarily.
They had both been up late last night.
She nodded and he grabbed his robe from the side of the bed, slipped it on, and went to the kitchen.
She looked to her nightstand and the clock let her know it was seven thirty. Logan came back to bed and handed her her coffee.
"It's early," she sighed.
"I know, we don't have to get up yet," he said.
"We're getting married," she whispered in a sing-song voice.
In Hartford, Christopher Hayden was just entering the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and saw the maid had already placed the newspaper on the table so he sat down. On the front page below the fold, he noticed the names 'Hayden' and 'Huntzberger' in bold but he thought nothing of it. His daughter and her boyfriend were always making the paper.
He read the front section, the business section, and the sports section. He was going to skip by the society page but the headline screamed back at him.
'Huntzberger and Hayden to Wed'
Below the head ling was a picture of Logan on one knee, another picture of him sliding the ring onto Rory's finger, and one more of the two kissing.
His daughter was getting married. His daughter, who wasn't even twenty-one, was getting married. All the sudden, he felt very old. Not knowing what to do, he did the only thing he could think of, "LORELAI!"
Lorelai sat up straight in bed. Her husband, who woke her up before noon on Sunday morning was going to pay. Big time. Slowly, she sat up and got out of bed. She didn't bother to slip on her robe or get dressed. She needed coffee.
Lorelai was half way down the stairs when Chris met her half way.
"Look at this!" he shrieked, shoving the newspaper into her face.
Lorelai didn't even glance at it, "Not now, I need coffee."
She maneuvered her way around her husband and went to the kitchen. Lorelai poured herself a cup of coffee and drank it all in one gulp. She felt a little better. Chris, who had followed her, shoved the paper in her face again.
"Chris, you know I don't like newspapers. They make my hands all inky- Oh my god."
Lorelai grabbed the phone off the kitchen wall and dialed her daughter's cell phone. She got the busy signal. Lorelai hung up and dialed the number the Logan and Rory's apartment but she got the busy signal once again.
She needed another cup of coffee.
Rory and Logan were lying in bed when her cell phone went off. Neither of them had seen the paper yet so she didn't think twice about answering it.
However, when she flipped her phone open she was greeted by the harsh voice of Emily Gilmore.
"I want to know why I had to find out about my only granddaughter getting married by reading it in the newspaper!"
Oops.
Okay, so I got a ton of requests for a sequel with the way I ended And the Stage is Set so I wrote on. I'm planning on this fic just going up to when they get married. The link to Rory's ring is on my homepage. Please Review!