Author's Note for the story: I wrote this a few years ago for the ficathon which I unfortunately was not able to complete. So take into account that Season 7 had not happened (probably for the better) and there was no actual confirmation that the squicky happened.:) Also I was a lot younger when I wrote it. haha
"Chapter One: My Hell Is Made of Taffeta"
Author's Note: This is non-can, this means I'm not writin' no freaking angst! Partings never happened, the squicky never happened, June 3rd passed, and life is back on track. Make your own resolution! Also, I don't own anything.
My Hell Is Made Of Tafetta
" I love you and I'm going to marry you, and at our wedding, we are having lobster. "
-Luke, A Vineyard Valentine
"I don't get it," my beautiful fiancée sighs and rolls his eyes, "why can't you just wear the dress you already have?"
"Because, it's not white." Sometimes I wonder if his eyes will get stuck like that.
"Call me crazy," his eyes narrow, "but I remember a heated discussion in my diner about how inappropriate a white dress would be." I am sure that right about now he'd have that cocky smile with his arms crossed, but his death grip on my hand prevents him from doing so.
"Okay, crazy," a hideous dress momentarily distracts me, but I continue with the original train of thought- "I want white, to represent the new us, a fresh start." I can't help but grin at the man before me. If I wasn't so sure that he secretly loved every moment of this, being my knight in shining armor, battling the armies of chiffon and tulle clouds, I might actually feel bad.
"Besides," I give him a quick kiss "whose wedding do you think this is?"
"I forgot, it's yours and the 'BFOTB'"
"And…" he is forgetting the single most important person in my life beside himself.
"Mine?"
"You must be crazy!" Indeed he is, "You forgot Rory!"
"My bad, should I change my name to Ken?"
"Lumberjack Ken does have a nice ring to it." Wow, Barbie, this man does not cease to amaze me.
"Oh!" Another dress catches my eye. "What about this one?"
"Isn't there some rule about not seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding?"
"Isn't there some rule about not sleeping with the bride before the wedding?" Two can play at that. "If tradition is what you want…" and for the love of all that is good and (in)sane, I hope it is not.
