We Don't Care About Daisies Anymore
"My mom called."
He stiffens a little, she can feel where her palm is pressed against his spine.
"It's ok, baby," she puts her mouth to his ear and whispers " She's happy for us."
Logan lights up, the muscles in his back winding down- "Did you tell her? Did you tell her that it was your idea to elope? I would have been perfectly happy with a wedding in Lorelai's backyard."
She smiles and nods. "I did."
Her boyfriend- husband looks skeptical. "Did she believe you?"
"Yes. Yes, she did. Once she gave me a chance to explain that it was a chapel in Paris where Victor Hugo once sat and not Vegas- she believed me."
He heaves a sigh of relief and settles down next to her, throwing a lazy arm across her shoulders.
"I'm glad, Ace. I wasn't really comfortable with the idea of your mother hating me."
Her laugh lights up the room, long after he's flicked down the switch.