. . .Epilogue. . .

Rory held her breath as Paris zipped her dress up. "The train just barely made it up the tracks, Gilmore. I told you to lay off the snack cakes."

Rory looked in the mirror, smoothing her hands over her hips. The floor length, ivory charmeuse number hugged her body, emphasising her soft curves. "Paris I just had a baby."

"He's seven weeks old. At seven weeks postpartum, Heidi Klum had already strutted down the runway wearing nothing but her skivvies. I know you're a geratric mother, but she was thirty-six, so no spring chicken either. Save the excuses." Paris quipped.

Lane furrowed her brow at Paris. She turned her attention to Rory's reflection in the mirror. "I think you look amazing, especially for just having a baby."

Rory grinned. "I can't believe this is really happening. I'm having an actual wedding. It feels like some kind of dream."

Lane fluffed the train of the dress. "After everything you and Logan have been through, you guys deserve the perfect wedding. Not one problem."

Lorelai bust through the door. "Future we have a problem!"

Rory's heart leapt. "Did Logan freak out? Cold feet? Or is he drunk? Of course having Colin and Finn as his groomsmen would end up like this! Are the flowers already wilting? I should have known Connecticut's climate was too cool for them! Maybe it's the cake? Is the cake ok?"

Lorelai gestured to the now screaming infant in her arms. "The best man crapped his pants."

Rory let out a big sigh, her heart rate slowly returning to normal. "You could have led with that."

"I was distracted by the screaming grandson in my arms! He's not a happy camper!" Lorelai said as she grabbed a diaper and laid him on the small sofa in the bridal suite.

"Richard Lucas!" she exclaimed as she opened the infant's diaper, a foul odor filling the room. She grimaced. "I should've let you change this one."

Just then Emily sauntered in, looking lovely in a pale blue lace pants suit. She quickly plugged her nose at the awful stench. "Really Lorelai? In the bridal suite?"

Lorelai held up a now happy baby Richie. "Don't have a crap attack Grandma Emily!" She said in a squeaky voice, acting like it was coming from the infant.

Emily rolled her eyes. She walked over to the mirror. "Rory darling, you look absolutely stunning! I know you were against the formal bridal gown, but aren't you glad I talked you into it?"

Rory smoothed the skirt of the dress once more. The dress was foofy and fussy, and everything she hadn't wanted. She sighed. "It is a beautiful dress."

Emily placed a hand on her shoulder. "I hate to deliver bad news, but I'm afraid Sookie knocked over two whole trays of Hors Devours and now we'll be short for cocktail hour. Luke suggested we just add cheese cubes to the trays. Cheese cubes at a Huntzberger-Gilmore wedding!" She scoffed.

Lorelai feigned disgust. "The audacity!"

Emily glared at Lorelai, unamused. "You have no room to talk, young lady. You recommended that Kirk fellow to do the ice sculpture. The ice sculpture he made for the buffet table is. . . interesting to say the least. It certainly is a conversation starter."

There was another small knock on the door. "Rory? Can I come in?" Honor bust in, envying a runway model in her simple pink silk dress.

Rory noticed the look of panic on Honor's face. "What's wrong?"

Honor grimaced. "I have some bad news. I'm afraid my parents actually showed."

The color drained from Rory's face. "They're here? They really came?" Although Shira and Mitchum had started to repair their relationship with her and Logan, Rory was shocked that they actually came to the wedding. Her brain strained to imagine Mitchum and Shira milling around the grounds of the Dragonfly Inn, making small talk with Babette or Kirk. "Does Logan know?"

"He does. They've promised to be on their best behavior, but . . . . "

"But. . . .?" Rory questioned.

"My mother's dress. . . It's white."

"Of course Shira "Call me Cookie" Huntzberger would show up to a wedding wearing white." Lorelai lamented, rolling her eyes.

"She insists that it's not a white dress, it's 'Ecru' which is not a faux pas according to her. Logan laid into her big time, I'm shocked she even stayed. . . ."

Rory could see the concern in Honor's face. "If that's the worst thing she does all day, it'll be ok."

"It'll be ok?" Emily sneered. "I wish I brought my whaling spear from the museum that two bit. . ." She glanced at Honor, and her insults about Shira trailed off.

"Mommy we have another problem." Lorelai said, rocking baby Richard. "I can't save Richie's pants. They are Groooosssss."

Rory drew in a deep breath. "Can I have a minute?" She gathered her train and started to the door.

"Rory! Where are you going? Guests are already seated, you can't leave this room until the ceremony starts." Emily chimed.

"I just need a little fresh air. . . a moment alone. I promise I'll stay on the back side of the stable where no one will see me."

"A stable?! But your dress. . . " Emily began to protest, but Lorelai shot her a look.

Emily sighed. "I guess. . . but remember, You mustn't let Logan see you before the wedding, It's bad luck."

Rory nodded. "I'll be back in ten." She scurried out the door, before anyone could stop her. The cool breeze greeted her as she walked outside, a sharp contrast from the claustrophobic bridal suite. She made her way to the stables, semi-trying to keep her promise to her grandmother and stay out of the sight of guests. She leaned back against the weathered wood of the barn door, sighing loudly.

"Not getting cold feet are we?" a familiar voice said.

"Logan!" Rory exclaimed, "You're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!" She draped her arms over her dress, trying to hide it.

Logan chuckled. "Even if we're already married?"

"I am so glad we're already married." Rory said, closing her eyes. She thought back to the day before when Logan surprised her with a mini road trip, taking a left at Vermont and ending up at a quaint Bed and Breakfast. The same Bed and Breakfast where, all those years ago, Rory thought their story was ending, but it really had just begun. With it's hidden picture of and eclectic mounted animal head, The inn hadn't changed one bit.

The small ceremony didn't take long, and the only drama they encountered the whole day was getting Paris, who had gotten ordained in a moment of mid life crisis a few years back, to serve as their officiant. She had refused at first because they had been "living in Sin". Surrounded by Luke, Lorelai, Lane, Paris, Colin, Finn, and their children, Rory and Logan's makeshift secret wedding had been perfect.

"Today has been awful." Rory lamented.

"Tell me about it, I'm down two groomsmen."

Rory's eyes widened. "What did Finn and Colin do?"

Logan winced. "They're both at the E.R. They had the brilliant idea to joust with fireplace pokers. Mixed with their stupidity and some hundred year old scotch. . . . they both probably need stitches. At least I have Richie."

Rory smirked. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Richie will be coming down the aisle in socks in a onesie. . . he had a blowout in his tux."

Logan let out a hearty chuckle. "Of course he did."

"Your mom showed up, wearing white." Rory said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her close. "It was 'Ecru' apparently, but don't worry, I borrowed Miss Patty's shaw and made my mother cover up with it. Her red face really clashes with the lime green silk."

Rory rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for planning that trip to New Hampshire. I would probably be losing my mind right now if this was our actual wedding."

Logan shrugged. "It was your mom's idea."

"It was?"

"Right before you had Richie, I was picking up Orie from your mom. She told me the story of her and Luke's wedding, the real one, over some of the best Coconut cream pie i've ever had. Once I found the pro/con list about shrimp puffs on your desk, I knew that this wedding had gone too far, and I had Colin book out the Inn for the whole day."

Rory leaned in, kissing him softly. "You're perfect, you know that?"

"Aw Ace stop, you're making me blush." Logan said jokingly.

"Rory? Rory?" someone called in the distance.

Logan quickly ducked into the stables.

Lane appeared, looking frantic. "Orie was climbing a tree, and ripped the skirt of her dress clean off the bodice. Your mom is trying to fix it, but your grandma is pretty worked up."

Rory sighed. "I'll be there in just a minute."

Lane nodded. "Just hurry, she's about to go full Emily Gilmore." She scurried quickly back towards the inn.

Once Lane was back in the inn, Logan reappeared from his hiding spot.

"You sure you want to marry me. . . again?"

Rory placed her hand in his. "You jump, I jump, Jack."