Summary: What should've happened under the chuppah. After this everything happens like the show. Lorelai and Rory go on the roadtrip. What happens when they get back? Wait for the next chapter.
"You only get married once. Theoretically."
Oh, he's right. Can I do this? Be with Max for forever?
It's Max, though. Max, the cook, the teacher, the Italian man with the great jaw.
On paper, he's perfect for me. But why does it always feel like something's missing?
Like it's not all there. I have more fun talking to Luke than kissing Max.
That's not good.
"Lorelai? You okay?"
"Hm, what? Oh, yeah I'm fine."
Lorelai turns and looks directly at him. He's still standing forwards, and Lorelai studies his profile.
He's scruffy, backwards cap, blue eyes, crooked nose, sexy eyebrows. Wait, what the hell is sexy eyebrows? Can eyebrows be sexy? How come I can make a whole list of the perfections and imperfections of Luke and still love him even more, but I can't stand to even look into Max's eyes? What's wrong with me?
Luke turns to look at her.
"Hi." He says.
She leans in a little bit and kissed Luke softly.
"Lorelai! What's wrong with you?" Crap, not the comforting words she was looking for.
"Sorry, I just wanted to know... I think I'm having second thoughts about this wedding."
"And you solve that problem you kiss ME? You're getting MARRIED this weekend! You're probably just having cold feet. Everyone does. Liz did before all of hers."
"But he loves me."
"Yeah, most husbands-to-be love their wives-to-be. How does that make it bad?"
"What if I don't love him?!" Tears were fighting out of her eyes now. Luke could see her eyes; bigger and bluer than ever.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Then why did you say yes?"
"Because you didn't care! You just took my news and shoved it back with an extra helping of grilled questions about merging mine and Max's life! It wasn't what I wanted to hear coming out of your mouth."
"Then what did you want to hear?"
"Just congratulations I guess."
"I did say congratulations."
"Then something else! I don't know. I wanted you to care more."
"Since when do I show emotion Lorelai? You're not telling me the truth! Why do you care what I think about you and Max getting married?"
"What do you think about me and Max getting married?"
"It's none of my business to butt into that part of your life!" Luke started to walk away and Lorelai stood there, a wreck, about everything. Her breaking it off with Max, and almost getting there with Luke. God why does it have to be so hard?
"Luke wait!" She ran halfway down the road and caught him.
"WHAT?!"
"Tell me what you think. I know you have an opinion fighting it's way out of you. Just tell me. I want to know. You probably know me better than anybody, really. I just, want to know."
" Okay, fine! I think he is a perfect guy, you know. He's suave and handsome, smart and he has money. He can cook you good food, and if you were with him the rest of your life you would be
happy. But he doesn't get you completely. He doesn't understand where you come from. He doesn't know what makes you tick. You guys aren't in love enough to get married. He may think he
loves you, but he doesn't love you like --"
"Like what, Luke? God, just say it! I know what you're gonna say!"
"Then I don't need to say it then do I?"
"Yes you do! Because everyone tells me how you feel about me but you! And i want to know if they're right."
"I can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because I can't lay my heart out on the line not knowing if you feel the same!"
"Luke! I just kissed you! What do you think that means?"
"That i was standing there and you wanted to."
"Because?"
"Because y-you..."
"Love you too."
"Well not every girl who kissed me wanted to send out that message."
"Well I'm different."
"Look, you're still getting married this weekend. I can't get into the middle of this."
"Well, I'm cancelling the wedding."
"You know what? I don't believe you. I think you do love him and that you want to marry him and you only told me all of this just to see what would happen—not because you really wanted to."
"Luke! That's not true! How dare you accuse me of something like that…"
"Yeah, well I'll believe it when I see it."