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A/N: Thanks for your reviews and alerts on the last chapter. I realize these chapters are kind of boring right now, but hopefully the plot will thicken a bit as the story continues. Enjoy!
Upon arriving at Luke's, they met up with Aaron and Jess who were on the hunt for tuxedoes, regardless of how much they hated to wear them. Luke was unable to go since he had to man the diner, it was Friday and Lane was off, but Luke instructed Jess to get the least expensive and the most comfortable, if that was possible.
When the group walked in and sat down at a table Luke walked over to them. "How did everything go?"
"Successful on our part," Jess answered. "You are going to hate the tuxes though. I swear, there was nothing even remotely comfortable in there. You'd think they'd make it a little easier."
"At least you got yours!" Rory argued. "I didn't even find a wedding gown yet. So shut up!" Rory didn't mention she was probably going to have her mom make her one. She knew Jess and he would probably try to sneak a peek at it so he wouldn't "make a fool out of himself at the wedding." She had already told him that he wasn't allowed to see it before the wedding, but she knew that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
"We found a dress for me though," Emma sang out in true Gilmore fashion. "And it is perfect!"
"And the bridesmaid dresses are taken care of too," Lorelai interjected. She looked at Luke and raised her eyebrows. "And mine is going to be a halter."
"Jeez," Luke sighed. "Do you have to do that now? There are kids present. Our kids. What do you want to eat?" When Luke saw Lorelai's look he quickly added, "Food wise?"
"That didn't help," Rory piped up. "There are so many ways she could make that into a dirty."
"A dirty?" Emma asked curious as to what her older sister was referring. She was sure it was something she was going to love.
"Trust me, midget," Jess interjected. "You don't want to know."
"Yes I do!" Emma contradicted.
Luke expressed Jess' sentiments as well. "No."
"Aw, come on, Dad," Rory wheedled. "She's a Gilmore. All true Gilmore's have to know what a dirty is and when and how to use it!"
"She's technically a Danes. And she's seven," Luke reminded Rory.
"Disregard her last name and she's a Gilmore. Besides, I learned when I was like two!" Rory told Luke.
"Aw, jeez," Luke sighed.
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "We'll tell you later, babe."
"Why do I even bother?" Luke wondered. "Did you all come in here just to harass me or do you want some food? If you did want food, you'd better order in the next ten seconds, because I do actually have other paying customers."
"Hmmm," Lorelai thought. "I want a cheeseburger, and don't you even try to stick anything healthy on it, onion rings, chili cheese fries and, of course, coffee."
"Me too," Rory agreed.
"Emma, please," Luke pleaded. "Get something healthy, like a salad. You don't need to turn out like these two."
Emma looked at her dad. "Mommy and Rory are fine! Give me the same. Who wants a salad? Salads are for rabbits. Don't put lettuce on the burger…I'm not eating it if I taste any lettuce essence!"
Luke sighed while Lorelai and Rory cheered for Emma. She was becoming more and more like a Gilmore every day. Luke didn't like the eating habits, but he had fallen in love with a Gilmore, and he still loved those Gilmore Girls.
"You're going to get sick," Aaron told his sister. "And I will be laughing my ass off."
"Aaron!" Lorelai and Luke both exclaimed chastising him for his language. "Where did you learn to talk like that?" Aaron's eyes widened and he shrugged. Rory, being the observant reporter that she was noticed Jess' cheeks were becoming a light shade of red. She was going to have to have a talk with him later about teaching those kinds of things to her younger siblings.
"Sorry," Aaron apologized. "And I'll have a salad and some water."
"So will I," Jess said, adding his order to the rest.
Luke sighed as he walked away. "Someday I'll get you three to eat healthy, even if it kills me."
"I doubt it," Lorelai sing-songed back at him. She smiled. "That is so fun!"
Rory shook her head at the male members sitting at the table. "You'd think you all could live it up a little. We are going to eat at Grandma's tonight. You'll get your fill of healthy food there."
Aaron wrinkled his nose. He didn't particularly enjoy going to the Gilmore's. They expected him to be more like Emma and Rory. While he still got all A's and was smart, he didn't like to show it off. He never joined in on the conversation because he never felt like what he was going to say was acceptable. He was also interested in many sports, except golf, and that was the only one Richard was able to speak of with any authority. "Do we have to go?"
"Of course we do, Aaron," Lorelai told him. "It's Friday night. When you get a little older you can start begging off, but not yet." Lorelai knew her son hated these dinners, but there was nothing she could do about it. On the Friday's she wasn't able to go, she had tried to get Aaron out of it too, but Emily never relented. She felt bad for him. Maybe when he could drive she would teach him some of her old tricks (if they were still going to the Gilmore's by then). She was sure that old bedroom window of hers would love to have someone climb out of it again.
"Besides, Gram and Gramps love seeing you," Emma said.
Aaron rolled his eyes. It was possible he hated Friday Night Dinner more than Lorelai ever did. He was like Luke in every way and he hated their house. They may be his grandparents, but he hated dressing up for dinner and sitting there all prim and proper being seen but not heard. He couldn't wait until he could beg off.
Jess leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I'm with you, midget." Aaron smiled, knowing at least he had one ally who had to go to dinner too. Jess wasn't allowed to beg off until after the wedding, and even then he wouldn't really have a good excuse. He needed to look good in front of the Gilmore's now though; he was marrying their granddaughter after all, and he was more worried about getting their approval than anything.
Luke walked back over to the table with their food. He set it down in front of them and shook his head at the females. "You are going to get sick." He then turned to Lorelai. "I was thinking, maybe I shouldn't wear a tux. After all, it will be one less thing to pay for and…"
"No!" Rory exclaimed. "You can't walk me down the aisle if you aren't wearing a tux."
"I can't…" Luke paused. Rory hadn't mentioned this to him yet. "I'm walking you…but Rory…what about Christopher?"
Rory rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You are my dad. Chris has never done anything to deserve that title and I don't want my father walking me down the aisle, I want my dad to do it."
"But Rory…" Luke tried again.
Rory was having none of it though. "On my sixteenth birthday I decided I wasn't going to allow Christopher to walk me down the aisle when I got married, because this was just another birthday he had missed. You had set up a whole table for me, with balloons and a coffee cake and everything! At my high school graduation, when I looked out into the audience and saw you sitting there I decided that one day I would ask you to walk me down the aisle. Christopher wasn't even at my high school graduation. Even if you and Mom hadn't gotten married, I still would've asked you." Rory shrugged. "If you don't want to do it, that's fine and I'll just come down the aisle by myself. But I would really appreciate it if you would. Oh, and dance the father daughter dance with me. I know you dance, don't even try and tell me you don't. You danced with me at your wedding."
Luke smiled at this girl whom he had come to love over the years. He loved hearing her call him dad and he loved knowing that he had done everything in his power to fill that role, from the time he met her until now. He was only protesting because this was her wedding day and he didn't want her to have any regrets. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. "I would be honored, Rory. But if you change your mind, don't hesitate to tell me."
Rory grinned and got up out of her seat. "I won't change my mind." She hugged Luke. "Thank you, Dad. I love you."
"I know," Luke sighed. He also rolled his eyes, but everyone at the table could tell he wasn't mad. The 'I know' was something Rory started years ago and when Luke finally said it back to her one day (and saw her extremely happy reaction) he hadn't stopped. "I love you."
Rory's smile got even wider. "I know."
"I'm really glad you said yes," Jess spoke up. "If you didn't, I would've had to kill you, Uncle Luke."
"I have warned you about calling me that," Luke reminded his nephew. "Although I don't know why I thought that would stop you."
"Rory, your food is getting cold," Emma reminded her sister.
"Speaking of," Lorelai said. "More coffee, Luke?"
Luke rolled his eyes but went to get the coffee pot. He long ago learned that saying no to those girls when it came to coffee only resulted in them becoming more annoying and pestering him until they got what he wanted.
As he walked away, Aaron sighed. "You aren't going to live past forty."
The female members of his family, especially Lorelai and Rory, began to laugh. If Luke wasn't going to lecture them it looked like Aaron was.
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