Author: Lauren
Email: artista317@yahoo.com
Pairing: L/L
Summary: This takes place BEFORE Lorelai cancels on her and Max's wedding but after Luke gives her the chuppa. Lorelai makes a last minute decision about her wedding to Max that could change her life forever.
Rating: I'm going to say PG 13, at the most…but it could be considered PG or even G.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, nor am I in connection with the people (Amy Sherman-Pallidino and whoever else) that do.
Author's note: Yes, I know that Lorelai ended her and Max's relationship almost 6 months ago from when I'm writing this, but I recently thought of a nice ending that would sort of bring together Luke and Lorelai. Enjoy! Please review! (
1 That Certain 'Something'
2
Part 1: Get Me to the Church on Time…Actually, Just Get Me to the Church…
"Mom! Mom, it's almost ten and you have to get ready!" Rory yelled, running upstairs to Lorelai's room.
"Five more minutes?" Lorelai asked, groggily.
"I know the wedding isn't until four, but you have to get up!" She said, pulling the covers off Lorelai, who groaned in response.
"Fine. Stay in bed. I mean, I have coffee downstairs for you, but if you'd rather stay here…"
"Ugh! Coffee always wins. Sorry bed." She said, getting up and following Rory downstairs.
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"Stop it, Mom! It's fine. My dress is supposed to be like that!" Lorelai said, moving away from Emily. It was five hours later, the wedding set an hour from now. The entire town was invited and Taylor had offered the use of the square. Emily had agreed to have it there before Lorelai could say anything. The area was now lined with white plastic chairs, the gazebo held a harp and a piano that Max had arranged, there were yellow daisies at the end of each row of chairs, and, of course, Luke's chuppa was standing in the center of it all. Emily was now helping Lorelai get ready, as had been Rory, who had gone out for a minute to get her mother a final cup of coffee before the wedding.
"Well, all right, Lorelai, but it's…it's positioned funny or something…"
"It's fine!"
"Fine." She took a step back and Lorelai turned to face her mother.
"So how do I look?" She asked, twirling in front of her. Emily smiled. They hadn't always gotten along and Emily wasn't sure that the rift between them was reconcilable, but at this moment none of the past mattered. Her daughter was getting married to a man that made her unbelievably happy. Truly, that's all Emily believed she ever wanted for Lorelai—for her to be happy.
"You look beautiful," she answered, quietly. "Are you nervous?"
"A little."
Emily reached out and smoothed her daughter's hair. "It'll pass." Stepping away from her, "so, is the Ice Man coming today?"
"The Ice Who? Oh, you mean Luke. I think so. Why?"
"I just thought that it might be hard for him to watch you getting married…"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I mean you two obviously had something together. I know you deny it, but it was so obvious. At the hospital, and Rory's birthday…and the way you are with him…"
"Luke and I are—and always have been—just friends. I don't know why that's so hard for everyone to realize and understand."
"Max does make you happy, right?"
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you just ask if the man I'm marrying in less than half an hour makes me happy? Of course he does! Do you honestly think I'd marry someone that didn't—"
Emily interrupted. "It was a simple question, Lorelai. I just don't want you to make a mistake."
"And who is it that you could see me with instead? Christopher? Please don't tell me you aren't over that yet. We don't even know each other anymore…and if you say Luke…"
What are you going to say, Lorelai? What if she was thinking Luke? What if she's right? Maybe there is something there that you've never opened your eyes to before, Lorelai thought to herself. Get a hold of yourself! You're getting married in an hour! You're going to be happy. You and Max and Rory are going to be a family. You will be Mrs. Max Medina… But, God, what if you're making a mistake? Why did she choose today of all days to make you see that there could be something between you and Luke? She thought of Luke, the way he looked at her, the way he'd been there for her, and for Rory. He's been there for Rory. He loves her like his own daughter and what if it's true that he loves you too? You can't do this! You can't think like this when the man you love, the man you're about to marry, is standing at the alter, waiting for you! But there's Luke. He could be 'the one.'
And what did she mean by 'and the way you are with him?' How can everyone but you see this? It's been there all along! You can't do this! It wouldn't be fair. To you or Max…or Luke. You have to give it that chance.
Was it ever right in the first place? Max proposed as a way to end a fight…and are you not supposed to feel something that says that you're making the right decision, that let's you know this is what is meant for your life? You mother tried on her wedding dress every night before her wedding. You haven't had the urge to once.
Why does this have to be so hard?
"Lorelai?"
"Mom, I-I'm having second thoughts. I don't think I can do this."
"I didn't mean to—"
"I can't go through with this…you're right mom. This isn't what is meant for me." Lorelai could feel a lump growing in her throat. She was going to cry. The tears were threatening the rims of her eyes and the eye liner that lay there.
"This wasn't because of what I said, was it? I just want you to be sure."
"I'm not sure…" She was openly crying now, the mascara running down her cheeks. "I'm not sure about any of this, mom, partly because of what you said, but there's another part of me that knew all along that it wasn't right."
"How do you know?"
"Because I didn't want to try on my wedding dress every night. Because he asked me to marry him as a way to end a fight, because he didn't know to send a thousand yellow daisies on his own…because I am finally seeing what was there from the very beginning."
"Lorelai…"
"I'm sorry I've disappointed you again. I'm sorry that this wedding will end up on your list of 'Things Lorelai's Managed to Screw Up.' I'm sorry." Lorelai looked away from her mother as she attempted to try her face with her hands.
Emily shook her head. She moved towards Lorelai and awkwardly hugged her. Not knowing what to make of the sudden display of affection, it took her a minute to hug Emily back. "All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. Please don't think you've ever disappointed me. You haven't. I just wanted you to have kind of life I'd always dreamed for myself. For that, Lorelai, I am sorry."
After a few moments, Emily left her daughter to inform the guests of Lorelai's decision.
Email: artista317@yahoo.com
Pairing: L/L
Summary: This takes place BEFORE Lorelai cancels on her and Max's wedding but after Luke gives her the chuppa. Lorelai makes a last minute decision about her wedding to Max that could change her life forever.
Rating: I'm going to say PG 13, at the most…but it could be considered PG or even G.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, nor am I in connection with the people (Amy Sherman-Pallidino and whoever else) that do.
Author's note: Yes, I know that Lorelai ended her and Max's relationship almost 6 months ago from when I'm writing this, but I recently thought of a nice ending that would sort of bring together Luke and Lorelai. Enjoy! Please review! (
1 That Certain 'Something'
2
Part 1: Get Me to the Church on Time…Actually, Just Get Me to the Church…
"Mom! Mom, it's almost ten and you have to get ready!" Rory yelled, running upstairs to Lorelai's room.
"Five more minutes?" Lorelai asked, groggily.
"I know the wedding isn't until four, but you have to get up!" She said, pulling the covers off Lorelai, who groaned in response.
"Fine. Stay in bed. I mean, I have coffee downstairs for you, but if you'd rather stay here…"
"Ugh! Coffee always wins. Sorry bed." She said, getting up and following Rory downstairs.
__________
"Stop it, Mom! It's fine. My dress is supposed to be like that!" Lorelai said, moving away from Emily. It was five hours later, the wedding set an hour from now. The entire town was invited and Taylor had offered the use of the square. Emily had agreed to have it there before Lorelai could say anything. The area was now lined with white plastic chairs, the gazebo held a harp and a piano that Max had arranged, there were yellow daisies at the end of each row of chairs, and, of course, Luke's chuppa was standing in the center of it all. Emily was now helping Lorelai get ready, as had been Rory, who had gone out for a minute to get her mother a final cup of coffee before the wedding.
"Well, all right, Lorelai, but it's…it's positioned funny or something…"
"It's fine!"
"Fine." She took a step back and Lorelai turned to face her mother.
"So how do I look?" She asked, twirling in front of her. Emily smiled. They hadn't always gotten along and Emily wasn't sure that the rift between them was reconcilable, but at this moment none of the past mattered. Her daughter was getting married to a man that made her unbelievably happy. Truly, that's all Emily believed she ever wanted for Lorelai—for her to be happy.
"You look beautiful," she answered, quietly. "Are you nervous?"
"A little."
Emily reached out and smoothed her daughter's hair. "It'll pass." Stepping away from her, "so, is the Ice Man coming today?"
"The Ice Who? Oh, you mean Luke. I think so. Why?"
"I just thought that it might be hard for him to watch you getting married…"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I mean you two obviously had something together. I know you deny it, but it was so obvious. At the hospital, and Rory's birthday…and the way you are with him…"
"Luke and I are—and always have been—just friends. I don't know why that's so hard for everyone to realize and understand."
"Max does make you happy, right?"
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you just ask if the man I'm marrying in less than half an hour makes me happy? Of course he does! Do you honestly think I'd marry someone that didn't—"
Emily interrupted. "It was a simple question, Lorelai. I just don't want you to make a mistake."
"And who is it that you could see me with instead? Christopher? Please don't tell me you aren't over that yet. We don't even know each other anymore…and if you say Luke…"
What are you going to say, Lorelai? What if she was thinking Luke? What if she's right? Maybe there is something there that you've never opened your eyes to before, Lorelai thought to herself. Get a hold of yourself! You're getting married in an hour! You're going to be happy. You and Max and Rory are going to be a family. You will be Mrs. Max Medina… But, God, what if you're making a mistake? Why did she choose today of all days to make you see that there could be something between you and Luke? She thought of Luke, the way he looked at her, the way he'd been there for her, and for Rory. He's been there for Rory. He loves her like his own daughter and what if it's true that he loves you too? You can't do this! You can't think like this when the man you love, the man you're about to marry, is standing at the alter, waiting for you! But there's Luke. He could be 'the one.'
And what did she mean by 'and the way you are with him?' How can everyone but you see this? It's been there all along! You can't do this! It wouldn't be fair. To you or Max…or Luke. You have to give it that chance.
Was it ever right in the first place? Max proposed as a way to end a fight…and are you not supposed to feel something that says that you're making the right decision, that let's you know this is what is meant for your life? You mother tried on her wedding dress every night before her wedding. You haven't had the urge to once.
Why does this have to be so hard?
"Lorelai?"
"Mom, I-I'm having second thoughts. I don't think I can do this."
"I didn't mean to—"
"I can't go through with this…you're right mom. This isn't what is meant for me." Lorelai could feel a lump growing in her throat. She was going to cry. The tears were threatening the rims of her eyes and the eye liner that lay there.
"This wasn't because of what I said, was it? I just want you to be sure."
"I'm not sure…" She was openly crying now, the mascara running down her cheeks. "I'm not sure about any of this, mom, partly because of what you said, but there's another part of me that knew all along that it wasn't right."
"How do you know?"
"Because I didn't want to try on my wedding dress every night. Because he asked me to marry him as a way to end a fight, because he didn't know to send a thousand yellow daisies on his own…because I am finally seeing what was there from the very beginning."
"Lorelai…"
"I'm sorry I've disappointed you again. I'm sorry that this wedding will end up on your list of 'Things Lorelai's Managed to Screw Up.' I'm sorry." Lorelai looked away from her mother as she attempted to try her face with her hands.
Emily shook her head. She moved towards Lorelai and awkwardly hugged her. Not knowing what to make of the sudden display of affection, it took her a minute to hug Emily back. "All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. Please don't think you've ever disappointed me. You haven't. I just wanted you to have kind of life I'd always dreamed for myself. For that, Lorelai, I am sorry."
After a few moments, Emily left her daughter to inform the guests of Lorelai's decision.