AN - Thank you so much guys. Glad you like the idea of Emily moving to the Hollow, everyones clocks are ticking and it makes for priority reassessing. As much as I loved Emily's journey in the AYITL the Nantucket thing I found a little odd, it's so far away and so hard to get too, but never mind. Pleased you like the dramatic Lorelai and also the ease in the relationship between her and Emily. Now I'm breaking my posting rule, I like to have 3 chapters written before I post the first but this one needs to be posted today because NOVEMBER 5th BABY. And we are at November 2016 in this story timeline so it's their wedding day, except they've been married for 11 years. Anyhoos, the next chapter might be a little later than usual (I basically lost a week because I had an essay to write) but here to tide you over is some anniversary fluff/smultz/teensy bit of smutt talk. I hope you enjoy, thank you for reading, let me know what you think x

Chapter 37 – Eleven Years in the Life

"Lookie, look, look!"

Lorelai thrust a sheet of bluey green paper close in to his face making him go cross eyed. He snatched it away from her bringing it to a distance he could read it. Luke kept his face stony but inside he smiled; he could not believe he was thinking this but 'Thank God for Taylor Doose'. The flyer in his hand was the fake flyer designed only for Lorelai so that she thought all the hubbub in town was in relation to the now cancelled Dance Marathon and not for what he had planned on the upcoming Saturday. Taylor had assured him that he would make sure that everyone knew what was going on and it was a now the official town secret. "Great," he mumbled shoving it back at her forcefully.

"Seeing as how you are a useless when it comes to taking part in town events, I'm going to ask Taylor if I can dance with a team. Get the kids involved. Do them in shifts. You think he'll let me knowing they are just babies?" Lorelai wriggled on her seat excitedly.

"Don't force them," Luke rolled his eyes, "and are you sure you're up to it?" he winced knowing he'd said the wrong thing by the way she sucked in her cheeks. "I mean I don't want you overdoing things. You've had so much going on with the spa."

"Nice save. I thought you were alluding to my turning to dust phase," Lorelai scowled. "That really shouldn't stop anything. Besides. It will be fun." She wriggled her shoulders. "I need coffee. I'm super tired today. so biggest cup, extra strong with an extra shot of caffeine."

Luke turned and poured the same amount of coffee he always poured into her favourite mug and turned at pushed it in front of her. She twisted her lips in frustration. "You know apples have more caffeine. Eat some fruit once in a while."

"OK. I'll have a slice of apple pie then," Lorelai smiled cheekily at him. "Not what you meant?"

"No," Luke shook his head. "How about a chicken salad to take back to work?"

"Chuck a few fries in there and you are on."

Luke rolled his eyes. "They'd be cold by the time you get back."

"I don't mind cold fries," Lorelai shrugged. "If I go nail down Taylor what should I say?" She lifted the blue coffee mug and took a sip and then held it in her finger tips peering over the mug at him.

"I dunno," Luke shrugged. "Just annoy him till he agrees with what you want."

"Go old school. I like it!" she took another sip of coffee. "Oh, I've taken on a personal trainer, kind of. He's on retainer. You want me to set something up for you? With the whole keeping the physique thing."

Luke instinctively straightened his posture. He'd done pretty well at keeping up the trim physique he'd managed to get on his trip with April in the summer, but with the cold setting in, there were heavier meals and less running around outside after the kids. "Yeah, that would be good."

"Done Hon. I'll be back in ten minutes to pick up my lunch. I'm going to go annoy Taylor." She swivelled around in her seat and then hopped off the stool.

"Kay," Luke muttered as she trotted out the diner. When the door closed he reached for the handset on the wall and dialled the number that was becoming all too familiar. "Taylor it's Luke, Lorelai's coming to find you. That flyer worked, she's going to come bug you about dancing with the kids as a team…Yeah…I'd appreciate that… Get Kirk to do what?...That is a great idea. Thanks Taylor."

xXx

Emily rifled through the racks of children's clothes for something she thought appropriate for the scenario Luke had given her. A function outside in November could be inordinately tricky; it could be bright and sunny, it could be raining or it could be snowing. Sam's outfit had been easy, a smart waistcoat over a shirt and smart pants and she'd managed to find him a lovely overcoat should the weather be inclement. The girls were a little bit harder, making them match was a little bit twee, they weren't bridesmaids after all but there needed to have some kind of cohesion and their styles were diverging somewhat as they got older.

As she pushed through the rack of very nice but plain dresses something caught her eye. Her eyebrows rose in delight and instantly a design filled her mind. She strode over to the rack of fake fur zip jackets, they would be perfect and the girls would love them. Best of all three colours, white, fawn and pink. Pink for Grace obviously, and white was probably safest with Willow leaving Kitty with the fawn. She turned back to the plain dresses she had been looking at, black or a silvery grey. With thick tights and some ballet pumps the girls would look spectacular and the fawn colour of Kitty's coat would match the gold tones of Sam's waistcoat.

She took a step back and rifled for her cellphone. Device in hand she positioned the outfit she'd selected for Grace snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat that April had set up for Luke. She repeated it twice more. When the last picture hit she got a response back from the rest in the group. The general consensus was perfect.

xXx

"Well, well, well, fancy finding you here."

Lorelai turned around from the desk of the spa where she had been busy talking with her latest receptionist. She'd already lost one to a fulltime gig and this one was not really picking anything up. She frowned at Kirk. "Fancy finding me in my business?"

"Not even practising, it's going to be a walk in the park especially as you are only dancing with little kids. I am going to crush you," Kirk continued holding his shoulders straight.

Lorelai stared blankly at the man and then rolled her eyes. Normally she would be down for a little trash talk with her dance marathon rival but she had the beginnings of a headache and owing to the million little annoyances that had cropped up over the last few days at the inn she had had no time to prepare or get around to sorting a costume for herself or the kids. Apparently all her staff had dropped a bunch of IQ points and things that they would normally handle were being passed to her. "Kirk I'm busy right now."

"Being a loser."

"Kirk," Lorelai snapped. "Really, not now. Unless you have actual business at the spa or the inn can we just table this for later, when, you know, I have time, and patience."

Kirk studied her for a moment, his shoulders dropped out of their straight position, rolling forward and he transformed from confident looking man in his late thirties to man child. "Do you have any Christmas packages left?" his voice dropped to a whisper. "I think Lulu would like it."

Lorelai smiled despite the annoyance he'd just caused her. "We have a some left, and Lulu won't like it, she'll love it. We have the Silver package which is $50 and gets you 2 half hour treatments , the Gold is $120 dollars and is for 2 hour treatments and use of the sauna and steam rooms and either lunch or afternoon tea in the Dragonfly or there is the Platinum package which is $220 which is the full works, any four treatments, use of all facilities, lunch and afternoon tea"

Kirk fumbled in his pockets pulling out a wad of cash, a bag of coins and a card. "Can I get the Platinum? There's £150 on this," he set down a prepaid credit card. "And then there's $65," he set 3 twenty dollar bills and a five on the counter and then fumbled with the coins counting out the quarters and dimes he needed to make up the $5. "There you go," he shoved the silver coins across the desk. "220 dollars." He shot her a sideways look. "I'm still going to crush you though."

xXx

Rory opened the apartment door to her Grandmother and took a step back. "Hi Grandma."

"Hello Sweetheart," Emily gave her a soft kiss and then held up her arms indicating the bags in her arms. "Where should I put these?"

"My room," Gigi sounded from the couch. "Everything is in the bedrooms in case Glama pops in,"

"I got them," Rory took the bags from Emily and quickly moved to Gigi's bedroom putting them in the small space. The bedrooms of the tiny apartment had become storage for the party. Luke had taken to stowing everything in here, each day turning up with something else. At least he had shanghaied Miss Patty to store the larger items and Taylor was carrying out his part of the charade with such aplomb that if you didn't know any better you would really think that annual Dance Marathon was in fact going ahead.

She rejoined her daughter and Grandmother, both were in a deep conversation about their own outfits and Rory quietly sat beside Gigi waiting for an in into the conversation. When there was a momentary pause, she took her chance. "How is the house sale going Grandma?"

Emily sat up and pressed her lips together. "My purchase is going well, the sale is tedious. Some kind of covenant owing to its historical nature. The lawyers are dealing with it, but all things being equal I should move into my new property in two weeks."

"We'll be practically neighbours," Rory showed her delight by scrunching her shoulders. She stifled an amused snort as Emily did the same thing. "You don't need to do any work to it?"

"None," Emily shook her head. "There are some styling choices that I'll need to rectify but I want to get the feel of the place before I do anything. Make the considered choice."

"Very wise," Rory nodded in agreement. "We can come help you when you move in if you want, or maybe give you a proper tour of the town."

"I've been here before Rory. I hardly need a tour of five streets. Unless, heaven forbid, I've missed another unicorn store!" Emily rolled her eyes. "Thank you, but I am alright. Speaking of the town. I thought the dance marathon was a ruse?"

"It is?"

"So why the sign?" Emily pointed vaguely in the direction of the square.

"Taylor is going all out. He's even had Kirk who wins nearly every year grandstanding at Mom. The whole town is in on it," Rory chuckled. "Mom is going to be so surprised."

"She will," Emily nodded.

Rory waited as Emily looked down at her hands and shifted in her seat. There was another question she knew it. "Grandma?"

"I was just wondering why? Why all this fuss. It's their 11th anniversary and they aren't renewing their vows." Emily frowned. "They aren't renewing their vows are they?"

"I don't think so," Rory shook her head before making a mental note to ask Luke that it wasn't something that was due to happen in the event next week. "Mom didn't feel up to celebrating their tenth anniversary and the last year or so has been tough. She's been a little down and over worked with the spa opening. He just wants to do something nice for her."

"That's very sweet," Emily whispered quietly, with a sigh she pulled the cuff of her sleeves down. "So you'll let Luke know the outfits are here?"

"Of course."

"Right, well, good," Emily placed her hands on her knees as if she was about to get up.

"Grandma you're welcome to stay for a bit, unless you need to get back to Hartford. Gigi and I were just about to have dinner. It's lasagne. Luke made it, not me. So it's edible." Rory offered her Grandma, Emily looked pleased and sank back into her chair. Rory took the change in position as acceptance. "I'll go put on some more garlic bread then."

xXx

Luke tenderly placed his hand against Kitty's chest, quietly shaking her awake. The child gave a start and open her eyes.

"Morning Kits," Luke whispered, he pressed his finger to his lips. "We need to be quiet. I don't want Mommy waking up."

Kitty gave an obedient nod and scrambled out of her bed, she scampered over to her laid out jeans and t-shirt. He moved to Willow but she was already stirring. She opened her eyes and he repeated pressing his finger to his lip. She gave him a beaming smile and as with her sister kicked out of her covers and clambered out of bed, though she paused to make it. Luke gave the twins a conspiratorial wink and backed out of the bedroom. He walked down to Sam's bedroom and peered inside, the room was empty but the clothes he had laid out for Sam were gone. Frowning slightly he crossed to Grace's room and found it similarly empty. He checked the bathroom which was also empty and then with trepidation peered into his bedroom. Lorelai was the only occupant, still dead to the world sprawled on her side of the bed.

Luke glanced down the stairs. No light was on and he couldn't hear any obvious sounds of his younger children. He descended the stairs quickly. He looked at the kitchen in surprise. Grace was sitting in the early morning gloom at the kitchen table silently eating a bowl of cereal. The toaster popped and he looked to see Sam gingerly lifting the hot toasted bread from the machine. "I got it Little Man," Sam looked at him relieved and left the last piece of toast in the toaster. "Who's this for?"

"Twins," Sam whispered. "I did Grace her cereal. I made a snack bag, so no one gets hungry," he lowered his chin and peered at Luke out of the top of his eyes. "They get cranky if they don't eat."

"Yeah," Luke nodded. He glanced towards the ceiling. "I'm going to make Mommy something."

"Good plan Daddy she gets cranky too," Sam reached for the toast. "I'll butter so it's melty. They don't eat it if it's still gloopy."

xXx

Lorelai stirred. She ran her hands across her eyes, wiping the sleep from them and then brushed her hair from her face. The bedroom and the house were blissfully quiet. She stretched languorously, enjoying the pull on her muscles and then glanced towards the clock. Any remnants of sleep rushed out of her and she sat upright in horror. It was 9.30am, the Dance Marathon officially kicked off at midday and you were supposed to arrive early to get your health check. She had been going to get everything one up hours ago. "Luke!" she called rushing out of bed and towards the bathroom. On the door was a bright pink heart shaped Post it note and she paused long enough to read it.

Don't Panic.

Beneath it was an ordinary post it which read Turn around

"What the hell?" Confusion coursed through her and she scanned around the room. On the back of the bedroom door was a garment bag that had another heart shaped Post it stuck to it. She scurried over and read it

Wear me.

Lifting the garment bag off the back of the door she ventured out of the bedroom. There were no sounds of children or tv or any other noise familiar to her house, even the washer was silent. She pinched herself as she walked slowly downstairs. At the base of the stairs was a shoebox that also had a post it saying Wear me.

She looked towards the kitchen. On the kitchen table was a single pink rose in a glass vase. She walked towards to find a small silver cloche with another post it on. Eat Me. Beside the cloche an old flip style cell phone. Call Me. Nervously she opened the phone, there was one programmed number. With her nerves smashing her ribcage she connected the call.

It was answered after three rings. A familiar voice said hello.

"Buddy?" Lorelai whispered. "What's going on?"

"All in good time. How long do you need?"

"For what?" Lorelai asked in confusion.

"To get ready," Buddy explained down the phone. "Our Lucas has been busy."

"I'm not dressed yet," Lorelai looked down at her pyjamas. "I need to…do all that."

"Half an hour then?"

"Maybe 45 minutes," Lorelai looked nervously at the garment bag. "You can't tell me anything?"

"Not yet. I will see you in 45 minutes. Bye Lorelai."

Lorelai stared at the cell phone. She was tempted to dial Luke or Rory but she had a feeling that neither would answer. She set the cellphone down on the table and lifted the cloche. Beneath was a croissant. She didn't feel like eating, her stomach bubbling too much from nerves so she lowered the cloche and turned her attention to the garment bag. Inside she found a black dress with a white rose at the waist and black lace sleeves shrug. Feeling the time ticking away in her head she closed the bag and made her way upstairs.

Once showered, she did her makeup and hair and then dressed in the outfit that had been left for her. She stared at reflection in the full mirror and smiled. Everything about this dress just seemed right and she had no idea what it was even for. She glanced at the clock, 5 minutes left. There was no purse to accompany the outfit and she assumed that wherever she was going she wouldn't need money or ID or keys.

She walked down the stairs enjoying the way the skirt poofed around as she moved and finally reached for the shoebox. Funky wedge sandals with red and white detailing. She grinned as she put them on thankful that her pedicure still looked good. Just as she finished doing up the last ankle strap, the doorbell rang. She rushed towards the door in nervous excitement.

Outside Buddy stood wearing a charcoal grey suit and gold tie. He smiled at her. "Car for Mrs Lorelai Danes" he took a sweeping step back with a flourish revealing a sparkling black and silver Rolls Royce. "Ma'am," he gave her an impish smile and offered her his arm.

Lorelai pulled the door closed and allowed Buddy to escort down the porch steps to the car. He opened the door for her. "Buddy?" she whispered softly as she took in the car in closer detail.

"I can't tell you anything," he quirked his eyebrows. "It's a surprise."

"No, I know that." She ran her hand along the door frame. "The car, did my Mom lend this to you?"

"Yes," Buddy's face paled slightly, "she was very particular about how I drove it. Why?"

Lorelai smiled and gave him a little shake of her head. "Doesn't matter." She climbed in. While she waited for Buddy to get seated she ran her hands across the leather seats and stared at the interior of the car. This was the car her father had spent years restoring. The workmanship was beautiful. She bit her lip trying not to tear up and spoil her makeup. Whatever it was that Luke had planned he had found a way to include her father.

She settled into her seat unable for once to come up with anything to say her stomach bubbled with nervous excitement as Buddy drove the short distance to the centre of town.

She gasped as they entered the centre of Stars Hollow, the pumpkins that had been adorning the town square for the past few weeks were gone. Now in their place were mini replicas of the gazebo with tables beneath them surrounding a dance floor. The fake golden leaf garlands that twisted around the street lamps had garlands of antique pink roses and extra strings of twinkle lights added to them. The Banner that had been up the last two weeks proclaiming the Dance Marathon had been removed and was instead replaced with a banner that read Happy Anniversary Lorelai and Luke 5th November 2005 – 5th November 2016. The 2016 was artfully scratched out and replaced with an infinity symbol.

She blinked back her surprise. She knew it was their anniversary; she'd bought a fabulous nightdress for Luke to enjoy and there was a card, but that was a typical anniversary for them. Luke cooked something super fancy, she bought something silky and nice, he got googly eyed over it and they enjoyed all aspects of each other's company. It wasn't always on their anniversary, just around it when they have the time. Luke didn't like bit showy events, he barely let her celebrate his birthday. It wasn't even a big anniversary, people had silver wedding anniversary parties, and gold ones, if they were lucky, not eleven year parties.

Buddy parked the car. Before he had a chance to get out and open the door, Rory had approached the car and pulled the door open.

"Babe?"

"Happy Anniversary Mom!"

Rory held out her hand. Lorelai took it and let Rory lead her across the dancefloor. At the base of the gazebo steps Luke stood resplendent in a brand new black suit, his face clean shaven and bank manager appropriate. He looked so handsome and that mixed with the bewilderment of what was going on was making it hard to breathe. A handful of something pink was thrown at her and she gave a soft shriek in surprise realising a moment too late that it was rose petals thrown by the twins. Rory let go of her hand and pushed her the final few steps towards Luke. He held out his hand and she grabbed it, letting him pull her in the rest of the way.

"Hey," he whispered wearing a pleased with himself smile.

"Hey," Lorelai stared at him. "What is this?"

"Anniversary party."

"But the dance marathon,"

"Big fat ruse," Luke grinned. He leant forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Happy anniversary!"

"Back at ya," she kissed him back, "but, why?"

"Why not," Luke shrugged and released his grip on her waist.

He twirled her so she was facing the crowd and she blinked in surprise as she made out all the faces of her friends and family in the crowd. The tears in her eyes burned and everything blurred out of focus. She looked back at Luke and the way he was looking at her made the tears fall. She stepped back into his arms and kissed him like his lips were oxygen and it was the only thing she needed. The crowd around them whooped and cheered.

xXx

"I know, Auntie Lorelai's hair is fun to pull isn't it?" Lorelai cooed at the baby on her lap. 6 month old Dorothy Mariano gurgled happily at her and continued pushing her chubby hands into Lorelai's long loose hair.

"Little Dot, you shouldn't pull hair!" Grace waggled a warning finger at the baby. Dorothy stared at the digit and then reached out and grabbed it, holding it tight.

Lorelai stifled a smile at Grace's shocked expression but she knew that Hinton now had a rival when it came to Grace's affections. She glanced at Jess beside her. His face was a picture, a mixture of fighting to remain cool in the face of the adorableness of the interaction and mild annoyance at Grace's use of the unapproved nickname. "Sorry that was me, but I only said it once. This one, mind of an elephant," Jess gave a non-committal shrug. "Thank you for coming all the way up here. You didn't have to, especially not with Thanksgiving only a few weeks away."

"Luke didn't give me much choice," Jess rolled his eyes. "Nor did Maisy. She wanted to see this one. You'd think people had never seen a baby before."

"Aww, Daddy's grumpy about not being the cute one," Lorelai cooed at the baby, "but you can't help it if you're cutie pie. Auntie Lorelai knows why everyone wants a cuddle," Dorothy gurgled in response. Lorelai glanced back at Jess. "Am I making you want to run away yet?"

"Hurl maybe, but I get it," Jess shrugged once more.

"That means Daddy thinks you are cute," Lorelai told the baby. She lifted the baby and gave her a kiss on her chubby cheek. Instinctively she sniffed the baby. What was it about small children that made her want to sniff them? She still did it with Grace and Sam, but the twins were too big now, their special smell had gone, replaced by cosmetic products and the promise of hormones. But with babies, that special smell was concentrated. She kissed Dorothy again. "Definitely Spice." She glanced at Jess. His eyebrow was raised in confusion.

"Sugar, Spice and everything nice," Grace intoned the rhyme hopping over to him. She looked at his legs, spread apart meaning she had nowhere to sit. "You're slugs and snails." She shook her head in annoyance. "I want to dance with you. Daddy is dancing with Kitty and she's hogging him. So you will do,"

"That's an offer," Jess shook his head in amusement.

"Not an offer," Grace stared at him her tone insistent.

"We don't offer, we demand. It's her or me," Lorelai waggled her eyebrows at Jess.

"Alright then," Jess reluctantly held his hand out to the child. "Let's go do this."

Grace took his hand and dragged him towards the dancefloor. Lorelai chuckled and positioned the baby so she could see her father. "Take note little one, this is one of the few times that you are going to see your Daddy dance. That is the magic of Stars Hollow. It's a very special place."

xXx

"Here you are Grandma," Rory held out the glass of punch to Emily. After Emily took the glass Rory sat beside her. Emily was staring into the crowd and Rory followed her grandmothers gaze. Emily was staring at her Mom. Lorelai was currently in the middle of the dancefloor dancing with Sam. She grinned as her younger brother attempted to spin Lorelai, failing due to the height difference. "Are you having a good time?"

"Yes," Emily nodded not taking her eyes away from Lorelai. "She looks very happy."

"Mom?" Rory glanced at her Grandmother. "Yeah, but then she's centre of attention and there are hotdogs."

"There might be something in that," Emily muttered with an amused edge to her voice. "She looks wonderful."

"The dress is a great pick. Was it yours?"

"No, I don't know who picked it. If it wasn't you, I imagine Luke picked it."

Rory studied the dress her Mom was wearing again. It was Lorelai grown up, still a bit quirky but sophisticated. It was perfect for her.

"He knows her so well," Emily continued, "and has surprisingly good taste. Remarkable considering his usual attire. I still don't understand the significance of eleven years but your mother looks very happy so I shan't question it." Emily stole her eyes away from Lorelai and Sam. "I knew there was something between them the first time I saw them together. Your mother denied it of course but I could tell. They fit. Thank goodness, I got over my opinion of Luke. I truthfully have never seen your mother happier than with him."

"They are a happy pair," Rory agreed her eyes flicking to Luke who had taken over control of the grill from Maisy to try and keep the flow of hungry guests moving. From the distance, she could see him snapping and growling in annoyance at people demanding condiments. "In their own special way."

"I suppose I should do the rounds seeing as how these people will be by neighbours shortly," Emily muttered not making any effort to move.

"We can stay and people watch," Rory told her quietly noting that several towns' people were making a beeline towards them. "The important people will find us."

xXx

Luke smiled as she felt her hands slip around his waist, waiting for the moment she would rest her chin on his shoulder. He kept his focus on the grill; her arms pulling in tight and then the familiar pressure on his shoulder. "You want another burger or hotdog?"

"Not right now," she purred into his ear. "I'd rather dance with my amazing wonderful sneaky husband."

"In a bit I'm…" he didn't finish the sentence because Maisy grabbed the spatula from his hand.

"Rush is over. Go Dance," Maisy muttered not looking at him.

Luke nodded and flexed his shoulders, Lorelai lifted her chin. "Can't dance if you're clinging onto me like this," Lorelai stepped back and he turned to face her. She looked so happy it made him want to dance, instead of just being dragged onto the floor. It was the first time in a long time he'd genuinely seen her this relaxed and sparkly. He frowned and peered a little closer at her, trying to determine if the sparkliness was makeup or it was genuinely her.

"I got something in my teeth?" Lorelai asked

"No. Is your eye makeup sparkly?"

She looked momentarily confused. She shrugged. "I guess it's a little shimmery. Why?"

"No reason," he waved his hand. The sparkliness was mostly her then, just with a little shimmer, it made his heart flare with joy. "So, dancing."

"You look pretty good at it, dancing with all our daughters but I protest because we only had that one dance at the start," Lorelai held her hand out. He took it and together they made their way over to the dance floor. "Have I said thank you enough?"

"You don't need to say thank you," Luke told her as they got to the dancefloor and got into the correct position to dance. He grinned as Lorelai pressed herself in close. "Come any closer and something else will be saying thank you."

She squeezed in a little tighter still. "He doesn't need to say thank you, but he will be receiving a lot of praise and thanks later on."

"I won't say no to praise."

"One should always take their props," Lorelai smirked. "Can I say dirty?"

"It's implied." He shuffled in an imitation of dancing. They were at least swaying in time to the music but he had no desire to twirl her about or do anything showy. Being stood intoxicatingly close to her was enough. He lowered his chin, the scent of her shampoo filling his nose and he exhaled in delight. This was everything. He'd been married to her for eleven years and this was what he wanted to do with her for the rest of their hopefully long lives.

"What you thinking?" Lorelai asked softly.

"That this is it. This is everything I want" reluctantly he raised his head and stared at her face. Her eyes were reflecting the twinkle lights. They were mesmerising. "You, us. Maybe not the onlookers. But each other."

"You got it," She lowered her head, this time resting it on his shoulder. Then she pulled her hand from his and brought it to rest on his chest. Luke placed his free hand around her back holding her tight. "We're all in remember," she whispered so that only he could hear her.

He pressed a kiss against her crown. "No forgetting that."