Chapter 9
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A/N: The next few chapters will be fluffy, and hopefully fun. I just want to address a few questions about the angst, there won't be any main character's death. Writing the fact that Richard is gone is hard enough. I said a few questions, I think it was mainly just that one, lol.
The moment Rory looked down the aisle (A/N: Put the altar as the cover photo.) she stopped breathing. She said Italy, she said small, and he delivered. He found a garden right outside of Florence that would remind anyone that magic can exist. It was an old, almost run-down ruin of a garden but it was beautiful, and quaint, and exactly what she had been looking for. She needed quiet and simplistic, because their every day lives lately had been anything but. Marrying the man that she loved needed to be slowed down, it needed to be treasured, and it needed to remind her of the nights at their home and not the nights of a society gala. You know, if their home was in a garden in Florence and she was wearing a dress the cost of a car.
It was a 10 a.m. wedding, Logan would have opted for the second the plane landed, but Rory wanted at least a few hours to get ready and get her bearings. But now here she was. Standing at the end of the opposite end of the aisle while a man who had tried to give her everything 9 years ago was willing to try again. He was standing there in a traditional black tuxedo, while all of their friends and family sat on either side. They had forgone most of the traditional wedding party moments, they just wanted themselves up there because despite every moment of support, every pep talk, this had to be about them in this moment.
Logan had seen many versions of Rory, he had seen goaded Rory, fancy Rory, business, lounging, sick Rory. But he hadn't seen this version, this version of Rory was almost untouchable. Her dress looked remarkable, it was the only part of the wedding she really took interest in and wouldn't let him see. It was an off the shoulder, long sleeve gown with a train that extended just a bit on the ground. The lace was covered with flowers going up the dress, mirroring the gardens that they were standing in, and the veil was just as long as the train, with a smaller one covering her face for now. She was glowing and happy and perfect. He had never been happier for them, in any moment he had never found more peace and happiness. It was because of her that they were there, it was because she fought and made sure that he knew where she stood, it was because of how much happiness she showed him that he decided to buck the dynastic plan. It's because of her that he had control of his life for the first time since those few brief days between when he quit and when he proposed. 9 years, 9 years it had taken them, but they were here and so damn happy.
She had been so calm once he had taken over the brunt of the planning, she never freaked out about the wedding or what they were getting themselves into. She never seemed to have cold feet, and while he had momentarily lapse of panic, he remained as calm as possible. And now he knew why neither was worried. Because this was it for them, this was the moment that each had worked for, despite every moment of heart ache, every empty bottle of scotch or empty pint of ice cream, they had found their way back.
As Lorelai watched already seen her daughter in the gown, she wanted to see Logan's face. She wanted to make sure that her daughter would have that same glow about her for as much as possible. Then she saw his eyes, and she realized that the tears that were spilling out of her eyes matched Logan's as well. The amount of doubt that had plagued her for 9 years, wondering if she pushed Rory away from who she was supposed to be with washed away. They had both grown up, they had both come into their own, and now they weren't just merging two very established lives, they were melding them together, making a home and bucking more traditions than Lorelai had ever managed, even with getting pregnant at 16. When she suddenly felt two strong arms around her and a whisper in her ear, "Marry me?"
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Thank god the minister had decided against the "speak now or forever hold your peace." As everyone in that crowd would have made sure that the woman in black would have spoken up if given the chance. However, all had been quiet from the icy tundra to left of the altar as Logan slowly slipped the ring on Rory's finger and then grabbed her to kiss her.
Shira left immediately following the ceremony while everyone else, including, much to everyone's shock, Mitchum, decided to head to a pizza place just 20 minutes from the ceremony location. They spent the rest of the day and evening surrounded by friends and family and more wine than anyone knew what to do with.
Finally, Rory and Logan told everyone to please stay, that the tab was taken care of and that they would see them in a few weeks when they returned. However, right before they were about to leave her mother stopped her.
"Hey kid! I just wanted to tell you that you are incredibly beautiful, you look so happy, and I'm the happiest I've ever been. But I have news, and I want to tell you, but I don't want to ruin your day."
"OH MY GOD LUKE PROPOSED!"
"How did you know? Wait, you're not mad, I mean you just announced it to everyone! You aren't mad?"
"Of course, I'm not mad! But if you elope, tell me this time."
"Ah, funny girl. I am going to miss your wit and your ability to make your mom relive dark periods of her life while you're gone on your fancy honeymoon. Oh, look at that, clock is striking midnight. Logan, you better get your princess here home before she turns into the wicked witch again."
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They had holed themselves up in their Grecian apartment that they had decided to rent for the remaining week of their honeymoon. It overlooked the water and Rory knew she should be down there enjoying the sites, sounds and most of all tastes of Greece. But then she looked over at her husband and realized all of those could wait as she saw what he had brought in for her.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes, I'm watching it again, but I still don't understand why, on every vacation, you make me watch the Power of Myth. It was a tradition you started with Paris, Paris of all people. Of all the things we should be doing on our honeymoon, this is what you want to do?"
"It's tradition Logan! And you promised, at least one showing, and so now that the bed is properly mussed. Don't do the eyebrow thing it's not Christian. We can carry on with our viewing! And then I promise we will walk downstairs, to that beautiful water and we will swim, and eat and do whatever else we can while we are here, but we are watching this right now!"
*How's the honeymoon going man? We're all back home safe and sound, Colin has heard rumbling of an event coming up in a few months, did you hear anything about it? If so, we need to plan, can you make it to us or do we need to once again make the long journey over to your neck of the woods? *
*Not to my knowledge, get me the details, or have Colin, just let me know. *
*Wow, quick response, shouldn't I be not hearing from you for weeks due to being 'indisposed.'*
*The Power Of Myth is on. *
*You're on your honeymoon mate, show her the power of persuasion instead. *
*Just find out the details of the event. *
"Hey ace, it sounds like a meeting might be taking place soon? I'm not sure but Finn was just texting me about it. Would you mind if the guys came to London? We can always put them in the hotel down the street, that way they won't disturb us and—"
"Babe, I don't care, they can stay with us. Hell, I think I have a conference I need to go to anyway next month. I would have told you about it earlier, but I received the email this morning and technically we weren't supposed to be communicating with the outside world, so I was willing to lie to you to keep up the façade. Because that is the amazing wife that I am. However, since you have zero issues breaking our agreement, I might as well tell you now. And as for the guys coming over, I never care." With that she turned back to the longest 6 hours of his life and waited for the worst part of the honeymoon to be over and done with.
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They spent the rest of the week exploring as many pockets of Greece as they could before they had to head back. After the initial slip of the outside world they both promised no more miniseries, and no more communications. So, the moment that they arrived back home they were bombarded with emails and phone calls that neither particularly wanted to work on. With a quick kiss they both settled into their sides of the office and faced the incessant notifications head on. Sometimes, if a conversation got particularly heated one would step out into the living room, or in the case of the moment with an editor needing to be let go immediately, Logan very quickly left the apartment. When he came back through the door 3 hours later made his way down the hallway.
"That is enough work for today, I've brought Chinese home, were putting the laptops away and I'm spending what was supposed to be our last day of vacation with my wife. Who is now passed out across her desk." He leaned over and saved the latest draft of what she had been working on, he decided to try to gently nudge her to wake her up. Nothing. Then a few kisses anywhere he could. Once again, no response. So finally, he went into the kitchen and started opening up the food.
"Is that food? Oh, thank god!" Rory mumbled as she made her way into the kitchen.
Yep, there she is, without fail. "So, ready for an early night?" He smirked at her while he finished getting out the rest of the food.
"I was not asleep, I had a headache, the computer was bright, simple explanation really."
"I did a strip tease and you missed it all, shame really. I even danced to Pour Some Sugar On Me and not even a flinch. All that wasted talent because you 'had a headache.' Remarkable, really, how well you can block out the whole world without being asleep. I'll need you to show me how you do that, so I have a new trick to test while I'm in the budget meetings tomorrow."
"I've seen the dance; the headache was sexier." She said with a quick wink as she made her way into the living room.
"Well now you've just challenged me Ace! And it is going to be far from an early night for you now." Until he had tackled her to the couch and they spent the rest of the evening eating and enjoying their home with it being the first night they were there as a married couple.
