"Put your hand down," Colin hissed.
"I can't help it, the sun's too bright." Finn whined.
"Your wearing sunglasses," Robert said incredulously.
"So what? It's still too bright..." came Finn's stubborn answer.
"Stop complaining," Colin muttered annoyed.
"I can't help it," Finn replied.
"You're the worse best man ever," Robert commented. He was still hasn't gotten over the best man picking debacle.
"You take that back! I threw the best bachelor party of the decade. Lived in the yacht, grand opening in the best private club in Barbados, joined rave parties at St. Martin, gambled hundreds of thousands, spending the days doing the most thrilling water-sports, and ended up in a sacred LDB event... it was legendary. So much better than Logan's Monte Carlo bachelor party for your first wedding and Robert's Ibiza getaway for your second. It was even better than my Asian trip for you third wedding. Admit it!" Finn defended himself.
"Right, before you ditched us when your girlfriend called," Robert replied.
Finn gasped, "She is not my girlfriend,"
"Looks like a duck, walks like a duck... and all that! You have a girlfriend."
"You are delusional. I only did my part as a dutiful best man by contributing everything I have to the task, including cutting my trip short to sort the last minute preparations here... and for your information, she likes girls,"
"Dude, you should have seen yourself behave whenever she's around, you're whipped!" Robert teased him.
"Don't crap on," he replied annoyed.
"Sssh... here she comes," Colin nod at the stomping woman approaching them.
"Gentlemen, you're up in 3...2...1..." Macy pushed Robert as the first groomsmen to walk down the aisle as the song started, followed by Josh, Colin and Finn with three paces separating each of them.
She looked satisfyingly at the three men and turned to Logan. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I ever be," Logan answered gaining a rare smile at the young woman's face.
"Ok, now... go!" she instructed Logan as the song reached a bridge.
He did as instructed and walked himself down the aisle towards the gazebo under the watchful eyes of a load of friends and family sitting on carefully decorated wooden chairs. They really outdid themselves.
The gazebo, that was an exact replica of Stars Hollow's gazebo, stood tall right near the lake with a pair of white swans swimming elegantly, each wearing what seemed to be a black hat and a veil, no doubt Finn's idea. It was decorated with beautiful flower garlands and all kinds of pink and pastel flowers that matches the whole decoration. His whole lawn are now full with fresh flowers Logan wished none of their guests are allergic, because that would be catastrophic. Or they could attract bees, that would have been hilarious. Because Finn didn't deliver his promise to provide any ambulance or fire trucks.
Luke had gifted them a beautiful wedding arch for them to stand under, that was occupied by Rory's Stars Hollow priest, Father Roland, with Finn, Colin, Josh, and Robert on the side. It was an exhausting ordeal to choose one of them to be the best man, Logan almost picked Josh, or even Mitchum. But Rory had always favourited Finn, and to be honest, Finn was the one who keep reminding Logan of Rory, and supported them from the start. Of course that was decided after Finn promised to let Colin be the godfather to Bean, and Robert for the kid next after. It wasn't really fair, but it was expected when the selection was made through booze party and a card game. Pre-Bachelor Week, Logan recalled the party was named.
So Logan picked the most childish man of his friends who threw him a Bachelor Week, keeping him away from Rory for seven straight days. He didn't even allowed to see her when they arrived back from Trinidad, where they held the most exhausting LDB event ever with island hopping and never ending parties, marking Logan's exit of the bachelor world. He even got them a sign called "Vaya Condios, Mr. Gilmore" and had their reservations for a Logan Gilmore. Haha. Very funny. With all the exhaustion caused by the bachelor week, he would live the bachelorland gladly. One could be traumatized by the amount of party and booze it held. Legendary indeed.
They arrived back two days ago, to allow Logan's old bones to rest and his sunburn to turn into perfect tan. But that plus the actual five days of Bachelor Week, makes to an excruciating seven days without Rory, who was staying in the Dragonfly along with the rest of her Bridal Party who was with her through her own Bachelorette Week in a spa in Calabasas, California. The fact that they kept missing each other on calls, made Logan painfully and embarrassingly missing Rory like crazy.
Now he was standing under the arch, waiting patiently for the love of her life. They had spent half of their lifetime loving each other, a kind of love not even time can erase, and now they will share it with the world, making commitments to each other. Their road wasn't easy but they had proven themselves worthy of each other.
The song ended and the band started to play another, a more cheerful tune fit for the group of bridesmaids walking into his sight. Clarissa, Paris, Lane, Honor, all were pretty in their pastel blue dresses carrying more fresh flowers. Logan nodded acknowledging Honor when she stood at Rory's side of the arch and brought his attention back to the aisle where Honor's daughter Harper stood, ready to start her duty as the flower girl.
As Harper started to walk down the aisle and spreading flower petals on the walk, he saw Rory's dress' skirt popped out from the flower garland where he stood listening to his groomsmen bickered just a moment ago. His heart drummed in anticipation. The kind of excitement it only showed whenever its soulmate is around.
"It's time," Finn whispered.
Logan nodded and the song changed again and John Legend's All of Me started to play in a slightly more mellow tune.
There she was. Logan felt his heart skipped a beat and he had to take one sharp breathe just to get ahold of himself. She was perfect. Her fit body white dress showed off her bump elegantly, and has a short tail that flared on her feet making her looked like walking on a cloud. Her perfectly wavy curls was set on her back like a black curtain blanketing her back. A simple small leaves-shaped headpiece sat on the top of her head, holding her hair on their place so they didn't obstruct the view to her face.
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I'm lost I'm winning
Logan's eyes caught Rory's and started to well up tears, she was so perfect. She had her make up done simply with light colors, which elevated her beauty. Her pregnancy had reached sixteen weeks and the first trimester queasiness and exhaustion had turned into a pregnancy glow and she started to gain her energy back.
She walked down the aisle to him with a determined and content smile, accompanied by a pair of eyes full of love that was reserved only for him. He extended his arm to welcome her. "Hi, you!" He kissed her hand.
She squeezed his hand, "You look dashing..." she commented with a grin. "I'm so lucky, my groom is so yummy..."
"I would say the same to you, Ace. But you're more than that. I would've said it if I could find a suitable word for it." He quipped back couldn't help his other hand to caress her cheek and put a kiss there.
Father Roland cleared his throat and Logan and Rory turned to him.
"Dearly beloved..." he began the ceremony with Bible verses, reminding them the commitment they were sharing this day would be an unbreakable pact in front of God. He probably wasn't aware that the pact they were sharing had been made long before today, and it was unbreakable alright. He reminded them to love each other even in the darkest of times, and even the other one annoys the hell out of their spouse. Well not precisely like that, but you get the point. Been there, done that.
"Logan Elias Huntzberger, do you take this woman, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, to cherish and to love, from this day forward, until death do you part?"
Logan squeezed Rory's hand, looked at her right in the eye, and said, "I do." Firmly. Sincerely. From the very bottom of his heart.
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, do you take this man, Logan Elias Huntzberger, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, to cherish and to love, from this day forward, until death do you part?"
"I do," was all she said. But the words behind her eyes told so much more.
"By the power vested in me, by the State of Connecticut, I now pronounce you, husband and wife!"
Logan flashed his winning smirked and dove for a sweet and powerful kiss when the priest told him to, much to the delight of their friend and family. Logan felt the confetti popped above their heads and broke the kiss.
The audience all stood to welcome the new husband and wife and they were showered with rain of confettis, rose petals, and rice. They took thousands of pictures before they were ushered back into the house to enjoy their afternoon tea while waiting for the guests for the reception to arrive.
Their house was full with friends and family and it looked like they were everywhere, so when he caught a glimpse of Rory climbing the stairs, he quickly followed. He caught up with her in front of their bedroom and he wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered, "Going somewhere, Mrs. Huntzberger?"
She gasped in surprise but relaxed when she realized it was him. "My husband will catch us,"
"Let's get inside then," he opened the door and led her in. She obliged and walked straight to the bed, sitting there in all her glory.
"So, what are you doing sneaking around like that?"
"Following you," he answered, moving slowly towards her. "I missed you,"
"Show me," she said with challenging eyes.
"What about your husband?"
"He's here, and I want him..." her hands crept up the back of his thigh and stopped at his butt. "I want him so bad,"
Logan let out a groan and ran his fingers on her arm, went up to her lips, perfectly pouted begging to be kissed. The lace on her dress tickled the tip of his fingers. "Do we even can? I mean, what about your make up?" was all he could say in between his heavy breaths. Either the room temperature just magically spiked, or he was definitely turned on by her innocent tease.
"Nothing that can't be re-done,"
"And your hair?"
"Can stand through Katrina Typhoon,"
"And your dress?"
She glanced at him, half opened her mouth and said with a hoarse voice,
"Why, Mr. Huntzberger... are you asking me to undress myself?"
He brought his hand to the her back and played with the zipper.
"Well for this delicacy of a fabric, I think I must help..."
They spent the next half an hour executing their wedding night, only it wasn't night at all. It was an afternoon, with dozens of friends and family downstairs completely unaware of the extracurricular activity happened in the bedroom. But it was sweet, and full of love, and satisfying as ever.
They re-emerged downstairs to their guests hand in hand, acting like nothing happened, and started mingling.
"Logan where have you been?" his mother approached him. "Really Logan? You couldn't even wear your tie straight on your wedding day?" She said and started to straighten his tie.
"Sorry, mother."
Finn winked at him and whispered, "You have a hickey,"
"Well done, Huntz. Sealing the deal," Robert added.
Logan thought of a few comebacks but nothing appropriate enough to be said in front of one's mother. So, let the stooges win this round.
"Come on let's go. The guests are already seated," Shira said ushering him to the garden near the reception area. Rory was already seated on one of the bench, her smile became brighter when she noticed him.
"Had fun?"
"Tons," he answered, putting a peck on her blossomed cheek before sitting next to her.
"You have a lipstick stain on your shirt,"
"I got a hickey too," he said smirking. "I just had a quickie with somebody's wife." He shrugged.
"Yeah? Was it good?"
"The best,"
She grinned and laced their fingers together and laid her head on her shoulders.
"I can't wait for this feast to be over and I'll show you something better than just a quickie,"
"Now you're not playing fair, Ace..."
"Are you ready?" Macy popped up behind them. "It's time for your grand entrance, Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger,"
"Let's go," Rory said.
The reception was perfect. The decorations were flawless, the food was amazing, and the music was heavenly. Finn got them a fairytale dance performance that reminded him of the Veelas from Harry Potter.
Clink clink. "If everyone has done eating, I would like some attention please. It's time for my best man speech," Finn announced, standing in front of his seat.
Logan groaned. "I was hoping to skip this part," Logan whispered to Rory.
"To say that Logan and Rory were soulmates is an understatement. There are no other couple I have seen that matches like these two, like puzzles coming together, completing each other. Their feelings for each other has been intense from the very start, the kind of relationship that warms the heart of the people who watches. And I happened to have a front row seat for this show. I witness their love journey, how it grew from zero to infinite in a blink of an eye. I knew Logan was falling hard for Rory even when he hadn't admit it to himself, I saw how he struggled to go on without Rory in his life, and I told him how stupid he was if he let her go, more than a dozen times now," he paused for a dramatic effect. "I can't stress enough that dealing with unRory-Logan was pain in the ass, excuse my French. So, please Rory, don't ever leave this embarrassingly whipped ex-playboy ever again. I can't deal with that again..." he winked intently, while the audience laughed wholeheartedly.
"Logan and Rory. May you live a long and happy life together, and procreate as much as you can so that I can have beautiful babies that I will spoil rotten. Although it would be ridiculously unfair for the rest of the population that they will have good looks and her brain..." Logan rolled his eyes at this. "But despite all the genetic superiority and god-like privileges these kids will have, they will also be inheriting these two's kindness, loyalty, and generosity that I have been witnessing all my life. You guys are perfect for each other, don't ever forget that... Cheers, to Rory and Logan. Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger!"
They toasted at that surprisingly decent speech from Finn. Logan and Rory thanked him with a big hug.
"Okay, okay. As much as I loved Finn's speech, I also have something to say to Rory," Logan said.
The audience instantly fell silent, waiting for Logan's speech. He stood, took Rory with him and turned their bodies to face each other.
"All those years ago you started something in me. Something huge, something that made me believe I could do anything. You made me believe that I am loved and you opened my heart to never ending possibilities and new adventures. You made me want to write songs and sing you ballads from under your bedroom window. If there was something called love that stands through time, I believe that my love for you qualified. Cause between fourteen years ago and now, it's still the same. And it stay this way in fourteen, forty, or four hundreds of years after this. I won't say I'll love you for the rest of your life, Rory Gilmore. Because I will love you for the rest of mine. You are my heartbeat, Rory Gilmore. I will love you, every inch of you, till my dying breath..." he pledged, never to leave his gaze from hers. The audience clapped and for a moment there were no other sound than the slow music and everyone's sniffles.
Rory touched her heartbeat pendant, "You make me whole, Logan Huntzberger. Not just these past few months, but since the very first I met you, your version, at my door. Wiggling yourself into my heart and changed my life with your charm and ridiculously great hair," The audience chuckled. "You are an amazing man, Logan. You challenge me and you complete me, making me a better person. And you are always there for me. Even when you weren't there physically, you were there in my mind, encourage me, making me stronger. Calling me Ace and telling me to not give up. You said that you are a lucky man to have me, but to me, I couldn't be luckier to get the chance to be with you again. You are my lighthouse, Logan Huntzberger. Your love guided me home, and I will stay forever if home means you. I will love you for the rest of my life too..." she pledged too making the room once again full of tears and claps and sniffs.
Rory concluded the speech with what supposed to be a light kiss, but Logan couldn't help himself but to take it up a notch until the audience wolf whistled them.
"Wow, this is like the most romantic reception ever. And trust me, I know what I'm talking about," said the MC who was in fact, the most famous wedding MC in New York, so it must be legit. "So, I guess that's the cue for Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger's first dance!"
Logan led Rory to the dance floor and started dancing when the song began playing "Moon River".
"Our first dance song," Rory acknowledged. "Where it all started,"
Logan nodded.
"You know when you want something and sometimes you imagine the scene when it actually happen?" Rory nodded. "Well, this is my scene. This is how I always picture it every time I imagine us getting married. You in my arms, dancing our first dance with this song," he admitted.
"You are a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" She stated, resting her head on his chest completely succumbed in his arms. It felt safe and right.
"Told you you make me wanna write songs and sing you ballads..."
"And you make me believe in true love,"
"I love you, Ace." He kissed her forehead. "So, is this how you imagined how our wedding would go?"
"Yeah, part of it..."
"Yeah? What's left?"
"Oh you know, the wedding night part was also featured in my imagination from time to time. Sometimes as a stand alone part without the ceremony nor the reception,"
"Oh, Ace. Good thing we have a lifetime to do that now,"