"If you had asked me the surprise would have been ruined and when I said that I loved it I really meant it," she said with a soft smile. Considering how much story they had together at this point it was a safe guess to say that Jess knew quite well Rory's tastes in the same way that she knew his.
He nodded and chuckled. She had a point. "I'm sorry it didn't involve a flash mob or anything. I don't think a dance troop would've fit in here," he joked, kissing her temple and taking her hand in his. He might not profess his love in words, but he did it actions. Actions spoke louder than words, at least in his book.
The brunette moved her hand gently to put it over his, in order to reaffirm what she had said before without words. The past was in the past, especially considering that Jess had not meant to hurt her the way he did. Besides she wasn't the best either, always comparing him with Dean and putting expectations on the table without being willing to realize that at times she held some guilt in their arguments. "Yes Clara mentioned something like that," she said with a chuckle. "You are not Dean and I will never ask you to be him. He had flaws and virtues, like anyone else, but in the end it wasn't meant to be."
Her fingers were soft and warm against the top of his hand. Her touch sent shivers down his spine. Her hands felt safe and comforting. Her hands were grounding. Her hands were home. "Yeah, I don't know where she got the idea of spiky hair funny. Granted Dean's hair was floppy. Now that was funny," he joked as the mood turned more light hearted than romantic. He rolled his eyes a bit. "Good. Dean wanted fights. He wanted me to fight him. I wouldn't then and I wouldn't now. I'm surprised he didn't become a boxer." One particular Thanksgiving evening stuck out in his mind. Dean had tried and failed to get Jess riled up enough to start a fistfight. He didn't succeed.
"I love you and I love that you don't want me to be Dean. I don't want to be him," he mused. "I want to be the man you deserve, though."
"Hey no spoilers, keep the vows for the wedding Mariano," she said a touch playfully before giving him a brief kiss. "You are completely right, besides you have enough titles with master cooker and master writer of books margins." It was hard for Rory to hide the happiness that she was feeling. Jess was right they had been awful when it came to the right timing but now they were having their chance to get things right and in her opinion they were doing it pretty well so far. "Oh? I believed that you and Shane were dating," she said genuinely surprised. She no longer felt jealousy towards the blonde so she really didn't care about the answer, but she was curious about it.
Those thoughts were driven away as she brought up wedding vows. He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Oh, you're no fun. Why not hear the vows now instead of later? You know you'll be crying. Half the people at the wedding will be crying. You won't even hear what I've got to say. If you're sure I'm just going to have to do better. Maybe pull a Jack Pearson or something like that. He sure has a way with words at least his writers do," he joked with her. Shane's name made his nose wrinkle up. "Shane and me date? We made out…. a lot. We were both bored and hurting and needed a distraction. I don't think we said a hundred words to each other."
"You can always bring me coffee. I'll be happy with that. I just don't want you hurt in the kitchen, " he whispered in her ear.
"Well maybe instead of cooking I meant ordering takeout," she said with a smile. "I don't read Glamour lately, so I wouldn't know, but I can confirm that you are very appealing while cooking, or any moment of the day really," she said with a small smirk curving the corner of her lips that was turned into a soft expression at his words. "The feeling is mutual. I mean I am not going to lie. I loved Dean and Logan but as you said one, it is what it is. You and me." She chuckled when he mentioned the wedding attire. "Tempting. I guess that I shall improvise my choice in attire."
He laughed and kissed her. "I'm glad you think that. I'm going to teach you how to cook something, okay? We'll turn on some music and dance and cook and it'll probably turn out awful, but who cares? We're going to do it together," Jess replied, nodding a bit as she spoke of Dean and Logan. "Yeah, it is what it is. We can't change the past, but we can shape the future. The future is ours. The future is bright and beautiful. I am honored to spend the rest of it with you. No matter what you were or do I will be by your side. Thick or thin, you can count on me."
"I can't wait to read it," she said touching the cover of the book tenderly before moving her face to meet his lips in the kiss. "Oh? How did it go?"
"I asked you didn't I?" he replied, hoping that was enough to answer the question. "And good, but maybe we should celebrate first and read later?" He drew an arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips and down her jaw and on her neck. This was heaven. This was home.