Chapter 8: Trying to plan a wedding without vometing...is there such a thing?
'Was it this bad 21 years ago? I don't think so. Then again, I was stressing over my finals, so I can't really say. I do know that IT doesn't seem to like the food mommy eats, the baby must take after Luke.'
"Mom, are you ok?" Rory yells from the living room.
As I come out of the bathroom I say, "Baby doesn't want mommy to have and easy pregnancy."
"I'm sorry," she says, and leans in towards my little bitty bump (I'm 9 weeks along, give it time to grow...jeez) and says into my belly button, "Quit giving mom a hard time, she's only trying to feed and hydrate you. Unless you're like daddy and like to eat healthy stuff." She wrinkles her nose at that, then kisses my tummy and says, "I love you baby!"
I smile and kiss her head. The baby isn't even here yet, and already they're bonding. What more could a mother ask for?
"Okay, where were we Mary Fiore?" I ask looking at the coffee table which is covered with wedding stuff.
"Well Francine Donolly, we were on the location. Where do you two crazy kids want to get hitched?" She asks.
"Well, we were thinking-the baby and I- that we could get married in the back yard, and then have the reception in the Square. What do you think?" I ask Rory.
"Think its a good idea, did you run it by dad yet?" she asks?
"Not yet, but you will be there with me right; maybe finish up if Baby Danes doesn't like what I consume?" I ask, rubbing my belly, again, not that big, but still fun.
"Absolutly." she picks up her calender and says, "So, the wedding will be on January 17 (a/n: no I did not pick this date to counter the blow she's really going to get on that specific date, but I needed a date, and the 17th came to mind.) Dad already has his tux, we're going dress shopping tomorrow, Sookie's catoring. Now, we need the guest list and wedding party." she explains.
"Okay. Guest list: all of Stars Hollow, your grandparents, anyone from Yale, Paris and Doyle?" she nods. "For my wedding party I want: You for my maid of honor, then Sookie, then Lane. I don't know about dad yet." I tell her.
"You want me to be your maid of honor?" She asks making sure she heard me right.
"Yes honey, I do, but if you don't want to then I'll ask Aunt Sookie." I tell her jokingly.
"No! I'll do it." she say as Luke walks in. "Dad!" she exclaims and gets up to give him a hug, which he returns with out hesitation.
"I stand to greet him. I put my arms around his neck, kiss him and say, "Hi honey, welcome home."
"Thanks, uh, whats all this, the house was clean when I left this morning.?" he asks confused.
"Yes, but see, you live with us now; and we're planning the wedding, or, the girl part of it at least." I explain to him.
"Ah, do you want me to come back later?" he asks.
"No, we need you now, and I need you always, so does Rory and this little one." I tell him, pointing to my stomach.
"Thats good to know, what do I need to do?" He asks rubbing my back.
"We need your guest list and wedding party dad." Rory tells him.
He sits on the couch, I sit on his lap, and Rory sits on the floor behind the coffee table ready to write his list.
"Well, I don't want you to feel weird or anything, but I was maybe thinking Jess for the best man, then Jackson, then Caesar. For guests, I guess just Liz, T.J. Maisy and Buddy. Is that ok with you Rory?" he asks.
Confused she answers with, "Why would it have to be 'ok with Rory'?"
"Will, Jess being my best man make you uncomfortable?"
"No daddy, don't worry, I'll be fine." she tells him honestly.
He's grinning like a mindless idiot, and says, "Thats the first time you've called me daddy."
She smiles back, gets up to hug him-and me since I'm on his lap-and says, "Well, you've deserved the title, and my baby brother or sister will call you daddy so get used to hearing it."
After our sentimental moment I ask, "Ok, anything else?"
"Yeah, what song are you guys going to dance to?" she asks.
"I don't know. Rory, do you want to give mommy and daddy some alone time and go to the music store and get every love song c.d. you can find?" I ask, eager to be alone with my baby's daddy...God, Lorelai, that was really cheese-y' I think.
"Sure. I'll see you in an hour." She says, kissing us both on the cheek.
The door closes and I turn my head to look at Luke, then ask, "How was your day babe?"
"It was good, the toaster broke again, Kirk wouldn't leave me alone, then I came home to you." he says, then kisses me passionatly.
"Luke, you big softy."
"Don't tell anyone my secret, ok?" he asks playfully.
"I promise. Hey, I have something to ask you." I tell him.
I take a breath and say or rather ask, " Do you think that April would want to come to our wedding?"
He shrugs, "I don't know, maybe. Why do you ask?"
"Well, she is your daughter, and she will soon be my step-daughter, and...I just thought she'd like to see her dad marry the town kook. But, if you don't want her to come thats fine, I just-"
"Lorelai. I'll call Anna and see if April will come." he says.
"Okay" I say, then lean in and kiss him then say, "Oh, yeah, the baby and I have something to run by you when Rory comes back."
He nods and with slight amusement in his voice, says "The baby huh? I didn't think the baby could talk, let alone communicate in the womb."
"Well, our babymust take after its sisters. Its obviously very smart." I say with a smile. "Hey, where is the baby's room going to be? I mean, we just rennovated the upstairs, and Rory still comes home on weekends and school breaks, and-" I'm cut off by his finger on my lips.
"We'll figure it out." he calmly says.
"Okay." I reply, just then there's a knock on the door, Luke and I look at each other, no one ever knocks on our door. We get up and answer the door, and who else would it be but, "Kirk, hi." I greet him.
"Hello Ms. Gilmore, Mr. Danes." Kirk says in his 'professional' tone.
Kirk isn't even in the house yet, and already he is annoying Luke, "Don't call me that Kirk."
"Sorry Mr. Danes."
"You're still doing it Kirk." Luke tells him, getting more annoyed.
At this point, I think I should jump in, "Kirk, just call him Luke; you know, its the best way to insure that you get to keep your head."
A little frightened and grabbing his neck he say, "Alright Ms. Gilmore."
"Its Lorelai. Now, would you like to come in, or would you like to become an ice statue?"
Luke says under his breath, "I'd rather him be an ice statue."
"Thank you Ms-I mean Lorelai." he steps inside. "Now, I have something to run by you, the happy couple. As you know, every wedding needs pictures, for memory books and such. I would like to offer my photography services to you for a great price." he explains.
"Uh, Kirk, you're still not a photographer." I tell him, and its true, the guy can't focus a camera, Paul Anka can focus a camera better than him.
"Well, its a dream of mine."
Luke says, "Thanks, but no thanks, we already have a photographer."
Disappointed, Kirk says, "Oh, well, thanks for your time." with that, he leaves, and Luke and I are alon again...which is always good.
I turn to him and say, "So, who is our photographer?"
"I don't know. I do know that its not Kirk." He leads me back to the living room, and Rory walks in and joins us on the couch.
"Hey hon, did you get them?" I ask her.
Sitting the bag on the table, she answers, "Yeah, wheres the stereo at now?"
"The portable?" she nods, "Under the t.v." she goes and gets it. "So, D.J. Rory, what are we listening to first?"
a/n: sorry, don't wanna spoil the surprise, but their wedding song is going to be my favorite love song...so it won't be long now.