Chapter Twenty-nine

Paris was in her element as she officiated the wedding ceremony. She began the invocation with a wide smile. "It's wonderful to see so many of Rory and Logan's friends and family in this place to witness this momentous event in their lives. I'd like to personally welcome each and every one of you, as the officiant of this event."

Rory rolled her eyes at Logan as Paris talked on about the sanctity of marriage and the legal aspects of it all. Distracted by how handsome Logan looked, Rory stopped listening. Watching him intently as he laughed at something Paris said, Rory was entranced by the way his eyes lit up and crinkled slightly at the corners. It was her favourite expression on his face. Feeling a squeeze on her hand, Rory refocussed her attention on Paris.

"…And so, I have to ask if any person has any reason as to why these two should not be married. Please don't speak now, because anyone that ruins this day will answer to me."

Rory noticed Colin shift his weight and open his mouth. Logan held up a hand and shook his head slightly. Colin abruptly shut his mouth again, causing Logan to chuckle quietly. Rory smiled with him, amused by the thought of what Colin may have said. Her mind briefly flashed back to the mock fight stunt the Life and Death Brigade had pulled in her lecture when they were all at Yale. Then her smile faded as the door to the church banged shut. Every head in the room turned to face the rear of the building. Rory's eyes fell up the faces of Mitchum and Shira Huntzberger as they hurried to find a seat.

Rory glanced towards Logan and tried to keep her voice as low as she could. "Logan, did you…?"

Logan shook his head in wonder. "No, ace. I didn't know."

"Wow."

Paris cleared her throat and glared pointedly as the newcomers seated themselves noisily. "If everyone is seated, I'll continue. Now, Rory, Logan, I'm going to ask you some questions. You need to reply with 'I do', understood?"

Rory nodded, suddenly serious.

Paris continued, her voice solemn. "Logan. Do you take Rory to be your wife?"

"I do."

"Rory, do you take Logan to be your husband?"

"I do."

"Rory and Logan, are you ready to enter this commitment to each other with the intention that the love you share will endure all things?"

Rory and Logan exchanged a glance. "We are."

"Now, I believe the bride and groom have written their own vows. So, Logan, if you would like to go first?"

Logan turned to face Rory, taking her hands in his. With a nervous smile, he cleared his throat. "Rory Gilmore. The day you walked into my life, everything changed. I went from being a butt faced miscreant to being the man standing before you, the man who would do anything for you. I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you really live every single minute, and helping you to make the most of every adventure. I promise never to stop fighting for you and encouraging you. I promise that you can always expect the unexpected and that our lives will be filled with fun. I am proud to stand here today and become your husband, because I love you, Rory. With everything I have."

Paris wiped her face quickly as Logan stopped speaking. "Um, Rory… your turn."

Rory took a deep breath as she tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Logan. Considering the fact that I'm a writer, I found it incredibly hard to put into words how I feel about you."

Everyone in the church laughed at this statement, and Rory gulped in air as the tears finally spilled over. "So, I turned to the one thing that always helps me. Books. And I've drawn my inspiration from them. Logan, I consider myself incredibly lucky to have loved you, and truly blessed that you love me back. I promise to kiss you every day, because you should be kissed, and kissed often. I don't know how much I believe in our souls, but I believe ours are the same. You are my constant champion, my fighter pilot and I promise you that for the rest of our lives, if you jump, I jump with you. All I ask is that you grow old along with me, because the best is yet to be."

Logan swallowed noisily, a single tear breaking free and rolling down his cheek. He leaned towards Rory and whispered in her ear. "I got Gone with the Wind, Wuthering Heights and Rabbi Ben Ezra, did I miss any?"

Rory grinned back. "The Notebook."

Paris re-captured their attention. "Do we have the rings?"

Lorelai stood up and whistled. A second later, Paul Anka ran down the aisle with a small cushion tied to his back. Rory laughed in amazement as Logan reached down to free the rings. He shrugged as he stood up. "The dog was more reliable than Finn."

Finn tried to sound indignant. "I resent that accusation. Despite it's truth."

"Ahem. Back to the important stuff. Logan, repeat after me. I, Logan Huntzberger, take you, Lorelai Gilmore, to be my wife."

"I, Logan Huntzberger, take you, Lorelai Gilmore, to be my wife." Logan repeated, his voice cracking as he pushed the ring down over Rory's finger.

Paris turned to Rory. "Your turn. I, Lorelai Gilmore, take you, Logan Huntzberger, to be my husband."

Rory stumbled through the vow, pushing Logan's ring onto his finger gently.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may-" Paris cut off her sentence as Logan yelled "Finally!" and scooped Rory into his arms before he kissed her passionately.

Paris gave them a moment, and then decided to intervene. "Ok put her down, Logan. You have forever to do that."

Logan's smile was serene as he stared deep into Rory's eyes. "Yes, I do."