Lorelai POV

"Mom, you're fussing," I told her, getting annoyed, "Please stop; you're making me nervous."

She glared at me, "I'm just trying to make sure everything is perfect for your wedding day."

I smiled at her, knowing that wasn't the reason for the fussing, "I don't need or want perfection. Perfection is overrated."

I turned back to the mirror, adjusting my dress slightly so it sat perfectly on my body. While the dress was technically store-bought, I had made lots of tiny alterations and turned it into my own. The dress I really wanted was out of my price range, and while Luke had offered to pay, I brought a cheaper dress and turned it into something better.

"Mom," I started, "Do you approve of this?"

"Are you having second thoughts?" She asked dryly, and I chuckled.

"No, I'm just wondering."

She thought for a moment, "When I think about his job and the way you both live and the fact that he's uneducated, I think you could do better... but then I see the way he looks at you, or I watch him with Rory, and I think that you have made an excellent choice. So, yes, I do approve."

I felt the tension drain from my body, "Thank you, Mom."

"Grandma, I need a favour," Rory asked as she walked in. Her dress was on, her hair was done, and she was clutching a thin cardboard box. I knew what was in the box, it had arrived yesterday.

"What is it?" Mom asked, curious.

"I need you to look after this," She said, handing over the box, "It's a present for Dad. I was going to give it to him after the honeymoon, but Mom wanted me to give it to him today after the wedding and before the reception. But I can't put it with the other gifts or I'll lose it and I don't know where else to put it. So, I thought you could maybe look after it for a while."

She looked at me, confused, "What's the present?"

Rory stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in Mom's ear, and her eyes lit up, a smile on her face, "I'll keep it safe for you."

"You're beautiful," My father murmured as he stepped in the room. It was almost time.

"Thank you, Daddy," I said.

He looked closer and smiled, "That's your mother's tiara. She didn't tell me..."

I chuckled, "It's my something old, something borrowed, and the gem is my something blue. She brought me a new pair of earrings, too, so I'm all covered."

"Jess, shut up!" I heard Rory snap. They had been bugging each other all day, and I was hoping they'd last 5 more minutes so they could make it down the aisle.

"Why do I foresee kissing in their future?" Dad muttered and I laughed.

"They're 11, I really hope they wait a few more years for that," I told him, and the music started, signalling for Rory and Jess to go. They were followed by Sookie, my maid of honour, and Luke's best friend, Jeff.

And then it was my turn. I placed my hand in the crook of Dad's arm and began walking, my legs shaking. As Luke came into view, relief flooded my heart. He looked incredible and that smile on his face made my legs stop shaking in a strange way.

We stopped at the end of the aisle, and my father bent down, kissed my cheek and murmured, "I love you."

He wasn't one to ever say that, and it warmed my heart that he did. He shook Luke's hand with a smile and then walked to his seat as I took Luke's hand's in mine, beaming at him.

"Please be seated," The Minister began, "We're all here today to celebrate the relationship of Lorelai Gilmore and Lucas Danes and to be witnesses and supporters of the commitment they share with one another. Together we're a group of the most important people in their lives and they've brought us here to publicly recognize that we've all played some special part in the love they share today."

The minister kept on speaking, but I had lost interest, focusing on Luke instead. He was so in love with me, and that look on his face, the one Mom speaks about, was there for all to see. I wanted to kiss him then and there, but couldn't, so I ignored my growing impatience.

Finally, it was time for us to read our vows, with mine first.

"I promise to never leave, even when I want to run for the hills. I promise that we'll grow old and smelly together, that we'll shake our collective fists at teenagers, and that we'll talk endlessly about the old days when things were better, cheaper, and generally more wholesome. I mean, you're already doing all of that but I can't wait to do it with you," I paused as the guests chuckled and Luke rolled his eyes at me, "And finally, I promise to love you every single day, even when I hate you."

And then it was Luke's turn.

"From the moment our paths crossed, you've captivated me, challenged me, frustrated me and improved me in ways no person has done before. And I have fallen in love with you again and again. I promise to be true to you, to support and encourage you and to challenge and frustrate you. I truly believe we are good for each other and that we will continue to grow stronger together," His vows were much more traditional, but I loved them all the same.

The ring exchange followed. As Luke repeated the words and slipped the ring on my finger, I felt a stronger connection than ever. And as I did the same, it was like the bond was sealed. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but for the first time in years, they were happy tears.

And then it was the 'I do's'.

"Lorelai, do you take Lucas to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"

With a big smile, I said the words.

"Lucas, do you take Lorelai to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honour and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," The words were softer than mine but clear for all to hear.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

He kissed me hard like he had been waiting for it. However, we kept it tasteful and pulled away before turning and walking back down the aisle, hand in hand.

After the main photos were taken but drinks were still being served, I pulled my mother aside to get the package from her. I then rescued Rory from another row with Jess (my father might be right) and put it in her hands before finding Luke and taking him aside.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, concerned. I looked at Rory who took the lead.

"So, I was going to wait until after the honeymoon but Mom suggested giving you this now, as a sort-of wedding present, but not really. Open it."

He did so carefully, and when he pulled out the package, he looked up at us, shocked, "Are you sure?"

"100%," Me and Rory said at the same time, but I continued speaking, "It's all filled out, all you have to do is sign it."

Before he said he didn't have a pen, I handed him one, and he used the wall to lean against. When he was done, he gave Rory the biggest hug I had ever seen him give, a few tears slipping from his eyes, "Thank you, Rory."

He kissed me softly, and I looked down at the signed adoption papers, my heart full. My daughter has a father.

The End.

AN: And that's it... for this story. The sequel starts when Rory starts at Chilton and follows her for the first few months while dealing with her father, who has been released from prison and the restraining order is about to expire, two competing boys, and a few other surprises.

It's also completely written. I am about to post the first chapter since I am certain that you'll forget by next week but thank you for following me on this journey if you're not going to read any further - while this is not the first story I completed, it's the first completed story that I started and feels more like my baby than the rest.

I am working on a bunch of one-shots from this story onwards because even though I have mostly gotten bored, I'm not ready to let go. It'll be a collection of little father-daughter moments, but they are supplementary and they won't be posted for a while yet.