Gilmore Girls
These Things I Know
A/N: I admit. I'm a sucker for spoilers so I've read what's going to happen in season six and all I can say is OMG! I cannot wait and yet, I have to because the rest of Australia hasn't even seen all of season five. Amen for friends, Amazon and DVD box sets! Happy reading! Genevra.
Summary: You might finally have what you thought you always wanted but the truth is this- you don't know what you've got 'til its gone.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Gilmore Girls in anyway.
Chapter Fourteen: White
Rory drove to the motel were Logan was staying and parked outside. They sat in silence until she turned to him.
"Maybe after Christmas," she said.
"After Christmas what?" he asked.
"Okay, not maybe, definitely. After Christmas, I want to come home," she said quickly, before she lost her nerve.
"You mean it?" he asked.
"I mean it," she replied. He leaned over and kissed her, hard. She smiled and inhaled nervously. She knew his game. He wouldn't make a move or tell her how he felt until he was good and ready and sure she was petrified.
"Thanks for picking me up," he smiled.
"Anytime," she replied.
"I'll see you Sunday," he said. "Eight o'clock."
"I'll be there," she smiled. He kissed her cheek and got out of the car.
"I can't wait 'til Christmas is over."
-
"Okay, so when you've finished hyperventilating, maybe you can tell me exactly what we're doing here," Lorelai said. Rory turned to her with a panicked look on her face.
"Are you serious?" she cried back. She motioned around the store with her hand. "It's my anniversary tonight and I have nothing! Nothing. I don't even have any idea. Why are we here? I swear, Mum."
"You sound like your grandmother," Lorelai remarked.
"Ugh!" Rory groaned.
"Okay, anniversary tonight and you need a present for Logan so we are in a lingerie store why?" Lorelai asked. She paused and shook her head. "Forget I even asked. What it wrong with me? If anyone should have known the answer to that, it should have been me."
"It's a silly tradition Logan and I have," Rory sighed, fumbling through a rack. "I don't even know if he'll remember."
"Honey, I know I'm your mother and you probably don't want to talk about this with me but if you have to make 'it' a tradition, you have more serious problems than the fact you cheated on him," Lorelai told her gravely. "And if you think Logan, a male, has forgotten, you have even more problems."
"It?" Rory smiled pausing. Lorelai sighed and lowered her voice.
"I didn't want to say sex in front of all these people," she admitted. Rory widened her eyes and continued to rifle through the rack. "I've gone soft in my old age."
"You're cute," Rory laughed. "And besides, 'it' isn't the tradition."
"Whoa. I am mortally wounded," Lorelai cried dramatically. She clutched one hand to her chest and fanned her face with the other. "I believe the words 'you are not old' should have been the last words to leave your mouth."
"You aren't old," Rory replied. "But that isn't what I meant to say. What do you think Logan is getting me?"
"Diamonds," Lorelai answered automatically. "Oh, to have money."
"Brazzlefrat. That's what I was afraid of," Rory sighed. She pulled out a cream and gold set with delicate gold embroidery and smiled. "This is it."
"What is this tradition you and Loges have?" Lorelai asked as Rory paid for her purchases.
"We have to buy what we want, what we think the other person might buy us and a proper present," Rory explained. "I thought Logan might buy my lingerie, I already have a Barnes & Noble gift certificate and a diamond encrusted 'R' charm because it's what I wanted and now I just need to buy something for him."
"Oh, the pitfalls of being rich," Lorelai exclaimed sarcastically. "Now I know why rich people have everything. Three anniversary presents? I'd love to see your house at Christmas."
"Hey, I think it's fun," Rory argued.
"I know, honey, but you're rich," Lorelai reminded her.
"Hmm. That's true," Rory agreed. They walked out of the store and onto State Street.
"So, what are you going to get Logan?" Lorelai asked.
"Don't know. Coffee?"
"Using coffee as a means of avoidance, hey?" Lorelai asked. "I knew I raised you right."
They made their way to a café and sat down. Their coffees came quickly and were guzzled down.
"I have no idea of what to get him," Rory groaned. "Every idea I have seems so impersonal. I thought about a watch but he already has six and it seems so unoriginal. I need to give him something no one else can give him."
"How about a baby?" Lorelai asked. She continued before Rory could protest. "Come on! How cute would it be? A tiny Logan or Rory. I know, you could call it Rogan. Or Lory."
"I'm not sure what your mother told you about babies but it's going to be impossible to get impregnated and pop one out by tonight," Rory sighed.
"Humph," Lorelai pouted. "I want a grand-child."
"Well, have another child," Rory shot-back.
"You're mean."
"And you're not helping," Rory countered. "Mum, seriously. What am I supposed to get Logan?"
"I don't know. I'm not his wife. Maybe you should buy some goldfish," Lorelai suggested. "It's sweet and romantic. You can call them Logan and Rory. Better yet, you're rich. Buy him a whole aquarium. Or a museum."
"Finn got us goldfish for out wedding," Rory reminded her. She groaned and rested her cheek on the table. "I'm never going to think of anything."
"I'm sorry to ask, honey, but why did you only start thinking about this now?" Lorelai asked.
"I didn't. I've been trying to think of something all week," she protested. "I just have no idea."
"I think you're thinking too hard about it," Lorelai said. "I think you're thinking too big. Sky-writers and lights on buildings like in Sleepless in Seattle. Logan likes giving you that sort of thing but he doesn't like it for himself. Even redecorating his study is too big. And don't even think about touching the games room."
"I wasn't," Rory pouted. Lorelai looked at her and she sighed. "I guess you're right. Touching the games room is a bad idea but there is this really nice pool table…"
"You never, ever touch a man's pool table," Lorelai chastised her. "Did Mummy teach you nothing?"
"Nothing practical," Rory replied. Lorelai gaped at her and she smiled innocently before looking at her watch. "I'd better go. Frank's waiting for me."
"But we haven't thought of anything yet," Lorelai cried.
"I know but if I don't leave soon, I might not even make it back in time and there will be no anniversary dinner," she replied. She stood up and kissed her mother's cheek. "I love you."
"You too," Lorelai replied. "You'll call me if you think of anything?"
"Of course," Rory replied. "You'll be the first place."
-
Rory walked into her house and gasped. Every conceivable place was covered in flowers of all different kinds. Gardenias, tulips, daisies, Oriental lilies, roses, gerberas, lisanthus. Every available space had a different type of flower on it.
A smile spread across her face as she walked through the room and smelt the flowers. She flicked the stereo on her their wedding waltz came through the speakers. She danced around the room, knowing she probably looked like an idiot, but not caring. She could feel the tulle pressing against her legs and could feel, could smell, could hear Logan against her, breathing into her and whispering sweet nothings.
Suddenly, an idea came into her head. She was going to relive her favourite moment with him. A moment just after they had been married and they thought they were invincible. A moment where they were so in love with each other that nothing else mattered and nothing else registered.
"Marta!" she yelled. The young blonde came into the room. "I need your help. It's important."
She gave the blonde maid a list of things to do before she picked up the phone and dialed her New Haven house's number.
"Marisa, it's Rory," she said, breathlessly. "I need you to do me a favour…"
She just hoped Logan would appreciate it.
-
"Relax, man. It's going to be fine," Colin comforted Logan.
"Yeah, and the place looks perfect," Stephanie agreed.
"Exactly like before?" Logan asked in a panic.
"Except for the fact there's only ten people, one table and it isn't a snow covered marquee…" Colin began but Stephanie interrupted.
"It's exactly like before," she answered. She smoothed Logan's black tie and wiped a piece of imaginary lint off his lapel. "Now, would you go and get her already?"
"What if she doesn't like it?" Logan asked. Finn came over and joined them.
"I think you'll be surprised," he answered. "Just how much she will like it."
"What makes you say that?" Colin asked, knowing his friend was hiding something.
"Let's just sat that the maid's know everything," he said, conspiratorially. "Come, Huntzberger. Let's go and steal the fair maiden away."
"I'm quite capable of stealing the maiden away myself," Logan replied.
"He's quite knight in shining armour," Colin answered, knowingly.
"Go already," Finn cried. "I'm hungry."
-
Rory was putting the finishing touches on her make-up when the door opened. She jumped a mile and narrowly missed leaving a jagged eyeliner mark across her face.
"I thought I told you to know," she said. She looked in the mirror and saw Logan. "Logan! I thought… I mean, you weren't… You weren't supposed to see me in this. Not yet."
"So you did get it?" he asked, leaning against the doorjamb. Rory calmly capped the eyeliner and turned to him.
"What do you mean did I get it?" she asked. "I asked Frank and Marisa to smuggle it up for me."
"Well, I asked them to deliver it to you," Logan answered, trying not to laugh. Rory smiled too.
"I guess that's why Marisa was so confused," Rory smirked. She walked across the room, white tulle rustling with every step. "Great minds think alike, huh, Huntzberger?"
"Guess so, Huntzberger, he replied. She smiled and walked into his arms. They kissed slowly and Rory smiled up at him again. He looked down at her. "Happy anniversary, Ace."
"Happy anniversary, Logan," she whispered. She stepped back and let him take in the white tulle and satin confection. An white silk bodice sat atop a vertical ruffled skirt. The ruffles had reminded Lorelai of a can-can dancer's skirt, though more elegant, and Rory the back of Satine's red dress in Moulin Rouge and she had had to have it. Her hair was pulled up in a delicate twist but on her head was a white silk hat decorated in hundred's of tiny, white sequins. She walked around in a circle, because swirling was too hard, and winked at Logan. "How do I look?"
"You look beautiful," he answered huskily. She smiled and looked away. He stepped towards her and put his arms around her tiny waist. It felt so good to be holding her like this. "I mean it, Ace. I have never seen anyone look more beautiful than you do now."
"It's the bathroom," she shrugged. "It can make anyone look beautiful."
"It's a very nice bathroom," he agreed. "The person who chose it must have very good taste. He's probably handsome as well. and charming. He'd have to be charming."
"Are you quite done?" Rory asked, pushing away. "You're crinkling my dress."
"I just have to add sweet, romantic and sensitive to the list," he added, following her into the bedroom. "And good in bed. Actually, that should have been top of the list."
Rory turned and silenced him with a kiss.
"You are all those things," she agreed. "And I'm lucky to have you."
"I wouldn't go that far," he joked. "Have you seen yourself in that dress? I'm lucky I ever got you to look at me."
"Believe me, I'm lucky," she said. she handed him to wrapped gifts. "This is what you got me for our anniversary."
"I guess this is what you wanted," he said, opening the certificate and necklace. He unwrapped the lingerie. "And this is what you thought I'd buy you. I almost wish I had."
"You get to see me in it anyway," she replied.
"That a promise?" he asked, giving her his two boxes. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.
"Hmm," was all she answered. She moved away but let him rest his chin on her shoulder. She opened both gifts and laughed. "I can't believe this. You thought I was going to buy you a watch and you wanted me to buy you a watch?"
"I like watches," he shrugged. "And I only have six. What's so funny?"
"I nearly bought you a watch," she admitted. She looked so beautiful he just had to kiss her again so he did. He pulled her so she was lying in his arms and he kissed her long and hard. She sighed blissfully as the broke apart.
"We have to go," he said.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I'm going to give you the rest of your present," he answered.
"But I was going to give you the rest of your present," she protested. "We should stay in."
"Rory, I promise you, we can come back here later and you can give me my present," he said, adamantly. "But right now, you're coming with me."
He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom door before he put her down.
"It's just too hard with the dress," he said. She huffed but followed him out and into the limo.
"So, where are we going?" she asked again as the limo made it's way into the traffic.
"It's a surprise," he told her.
"But I don't like surprises," she pouted.
"You'll like this one," he promised.
"Can't you just tell me?" she prodded.
"Fine," he sighed. "Rory, I am giving you your wedding again."
"You're what?" she asked.
"It's only going to be small. You, me, Finn, Colin, Steph, my parents, Luke, Lorelai, Emily," he said. "But everything is going to be decorated the same. All white with purple napkins and silver candle. Gardenias and lilac lisanthus everywhere. Fluff on the floor instead of snow. It's like a Winter Wonderland."
"You must have had it planned for ages," she said, biting back tears.
"For a while," he shrugged.
"I knew I was doing the right thing when I married you," she smiled.
"You mean the money had nothing to do with it?" he asked. "It was all the romantic gestures?"
"You flatter yourself on both counts," she sighed. "Honey, it was the hair."
-
"What do you think?" Logan asked nervously when they entered. Rory covered her mouth with her hands and tears sprung to her eyes.
"It's beautiful, Logan," she whispered. "It's better than my stupid plan. In fact, I think it's better than my wedding."
"I'm glad you like it," he replied. "I know how much you love the dress and this seemed like the perfect occasion to wear it again."
"I just can't believe it," she whispered. "Thank you."
She kissed him and laughed when she heard Finn wolf-whistle.
"To the bride and groom," he called, holding up his glass. The guests, even Shira and Mitchum who still had yet to understand why Rory and Logan were together, lifted their glasses. They sipped and Finn yelled out again. "Come on! Let's eat. I'm starving."
Rory laughed and took her seat in the middle of the long table. Finn sat across from her.
"So we can play footsies, love," he winked.
"Hey, loser," Logan shot-back. "Back off. She's mine."
-
"You look beautiful, kid," Lorelai said, pulling her into a hug. She repeated the same exchange with Luke.
"I don't know how you managed to keep this a secret from me," Rory exclaimed.
"It wasn't easy, believe me," Luke replied. "And Logan and I only told her about it on Friday."
"You've known since Friday?" Rory asked in surprise.
"I've had my 'I have a secret but I cant tell you so please guess and force it out of me' voice on since then," Lorelai shot-back. "And I practically told you today."
"Well, I'm very proud of you," Rory said. Logan came up beside her and kissed her cheek.
"Finn wants to make a speech," he whispered. "And the sooner we do the speeches, the sooner we can go."
"Okay," she replied. She was having a beautiful night but she wanted to leave as much as he did. She touched him lightly on the shoulder and leaned into him. "Just me let me talk to Grandma and your parents."
"You're actually going to talk to them willingly?" Lorelai gasped. "Have I taught you nothing?"
"As it is, I'm going to have to take my phone off the hook tonight so Grandma doesn't call to see how the caterers were and if I don't talk to them now, who knows what awkwardness could ensue when Grandma turns up at my apartment tonight," Rory answered pointedly.
"I agree with you, Lorelai, but Ace has a point," Logan replied.
"Thank you," she said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get crucified."
Hang on," Logan said, pulling her back. He pulled her close and kissed her. Luke looked away uncomfortably but Lorelai beamed. Rory blushed slightly as she walked away but she looked happy.
"You two got pretty heavy pretty fast," Lorelai remarked. "What happened to taking it slow?"
"I missed her," Logan answered honestly. "I just wanted it to go back to the way it was. If I hadn't, who knows how long it could have taken."
"You really love her, don't you?" Lorelai asked dreamily.
"Does the Pope have a balcony?" Luke answered for him.
-
"Rory, you look fabulous. Shira, doesn't Rory look magnificent?" Emily asked, swooping down on her.
"You look lovely, Rory," Shira answered. She had never really warmed to Roy and she hadn't wanted to come but she would never miss an event for the world. "I'm surprised your dress still fits. Actually, it looks a little tight."
"Nonsense," Emily piped up. "Ignore her, Rory. She's just jealous because she grew out of her dress years ago."
Shira glared at her but said nothing. Rory sent her grandmother a questioning glance as they walked away.
"I've spent too much time with your mother lately," Emily admitted. "Anyway, I'm glad you finally came to your senses and went back to Logan. You two are perfect for each other. You remind of my and your grandfather. Actually, you remind me of Christopher and Lorelai except you and Logan are actually meant to be together, unlike them. Aren't Luke and your mother a perfect match?"
"What did you just…" Rory stuttered.
"Oh, you heard what I said," Emily replied. "You're grandfather would be sorry he missed this. He sends you his love."
"I love you, Grandma," Rory said, suddenly. She hugged Emily and pulled away. "I'm sorry for not saying it enough."
She turned and walked back to Shira and Mitchum, leaving Emily standing alone, touching the cheek Rory had just kissed.
"Thank you for the party," she smiled. "It's beautiful."
-
"So in closing, I would just like to say that even though it's been a tough year, Logan and Rory are as perfect for each other as they were then," Finn said. "We truly do wish you all the happiness in the world. And what do you know? Our wishes have been answered because you have me as a friend. And you know, if you two ever feel the need for a little extra-curricular activity, you can always call me."
"Sorry but she's much cuter," Logan called back. Logan and Rory smiled at each other, the joke's gravity barely registering.
"I'm wounded," he gasped, falling sidewards. He straightened up and picked up his glass. "I'm sure these two are dying to get home so I'd like to make a toast and who knows when I'll have the chance to say this again but to Logan and Rory. May you live, and love, happily together forever."
"To Logan and Rory," the guests cheered, clinking glasses and taking sips. Logan and Rory linked their wrists together and held the glasses to each other's lips.
"To us," Rory whispered.
"To us," Logan replied.
