A/N: This is a little sad… but it was needed… hope you don't kill me!

Rory called out to her mother, demanding she hurry up, or they were going to miss the wedding.

Lorelai stood in front of the full-length mirror, making sure her black dress was hugging all the right places. Her hair was swept up in a styled bun, with loose strands falling by her face. The wedding had approached quickly, far too quickly for Lorelai's liking. It seemed everything had been rushed, as if the two of them were kids in high school who had fallen pregnant and didn't want to be a scandal.

"Mom… come on, they're gonna start without us!"

"So what," she mumbled under her breath. She didn't want to go at all. Lorelai never thought that watching Luke marry someone would be such a hassle. Dressing formally, having to close the Inn for the big event. And she didn't like Alley.

"MOM!" Rory's voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs.

Lorelai checked herself once more in the mirror, and noticed that she had tears streaming down her face. She hadn't realized she'd been crying. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, and practiced a smile.

"Mom, are you okay?" Rory asked gently appearing in the doorway.

Lorelai turned her head, surprised to see her daughter. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go!"

Rory looked oddly at her mother as they made their way to the church. Luke being married in a church, again, was surprising. Lorelai wasn't even sure if he believed in God, but Alley had insisted upon it and what Alley wanted – Alley got.

Luke was turning into a push-over, another surprise that Lorelai never saw coming.

The church was crowded when she walked in, dragging behind Rory.

Rory sat down in the nearest available seat, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Lorelai, who didn't want to be there anyway, took a seat beside her, her hands in her lap, studying them as if they held the secrets of the universe.

Finally, the familiar tune of the wedding march started playing from the piano.

Lorelai finally looked up, her eyes settling on Luke Danes dressed in a black suit and tie, looking more handsome than she had ever seen him. It was a far cry from the druggy shirts and backwards baseball cap he wore day in day out. She had never seen him in anything else, before now, and she felt her heart give a little tug.

His eyes shifted to hers, and for a moment they locked, as if he was trying to tell her something, and then his focus shifted to the woman he was about to marry, who was dressed in an elegant white wedding gown, with a long train.

Lorelai had to force herself to smile, as they exchanged vows.

Rory reached out and took her mother's hand and it was only then, did she realize that the tears had found their way down her face; she discreetly wiped them away and shot her daughter a weak smile. "It was nice," she lied.

"Yeah," was all Rory could say.

As the crowd broke into applause as they finally kissed as a married couple, Lorelai felt physically ill, and as she hid her face from the crowd, she couldn't stop the tears.

Luke approached her as he and his new wife walked down the aisle. "Lorelai, are you crying?" he asked with a look of surprise.

"These are tears of happiness," she lied giving him her largest smile. "It was beautiful, Luke, and you looked very handsome," she said adjusting his tie.

"Thanks," he blushed. "Gotta go… see you in a few weeks, when we get back from our fishing trip."

"Fishing trip?" she laughed.

"She got to pick everything else," he winked.

Lorelai laughed watching him walk away. Some things never change.

Okay, I admit that was a LOT angst-y… next chapter will be better… =D