Author's Note: 'Ello everyone! Thanks for all your wonderful reviews in the past, you are all unbelievably, frigging, AWESOME! And just to tell you that this is the final chapter for "Here Comes the Bride", but never fear...the next story is in the works at this moment-but any suggestions you might have would be greatly appreciated!
Macyn Blue
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING
Chapter Eleven
"Lorelai's Wedding Extravaganza"
-3 Weeks Later-
It had been weeks since the party at Finn's parents' home. And true to her word, Rory had told not a soul about Finn and hers mistake.
Finn was avoiding her like the plague, and Lorelai's upcoming wedding had been a good distraction. Jess and her had went out on several different occasions thus far, and everything had been perfect, and she had even convinced him to wear a tux and be her date for the wedding at the same time…!
The morning had finally arrived! Lorelai bounced around the house happy as a clam, her hair in curlers and wearing a jogging suit that had 'juicy' printed across the back of the pants.
"Rory? Rory? I need your help with my hair; I seem to have a-" Lorelai stopped mid-sentence as she came upon her daughter leaning over the toilet seat in the down stairs bathroom. "Rory honey? Are you okay?" Lorelai asked cautiously as she knelt down beside her daughter and stroked her hair gently and comfortingly, concern etched across her features.
"Yeah, I'm going to be okay, I the shrimp at the party last night was bad…" Rory replied, wiping off her mouth with a hand towel.
"I think you may be right… For awhile this morning I was feeling pretty queasy myself…" Lorelai said. "You sure your okay?" She asked again, carefully studying Rory as if she was a fascinating parasite under a microscope.
"I am sure… Now, what were you saying about your hair?"
"OH yes! You see I have a curler like, too twisted up in there or something because it won't come out!" Lorelai exclaimed as the two women got up off the bathroom floor and went upstairs to get ready for the big occasion.
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The wedding had been beautiful and the food had been great. And now the happy couple, now known as Mr. and Mrs. Luke Danes, were on their way to the Bahamas by way of airplane.
But the Maid Of Honour sat on the floor of her bathroom; her back leaned against the boards of the cupboards of the sink. A pregnancy test held in her hands. Rory stared at the thing in her hand willing the answer away or something…
It was positive.
-Finis (for now…)