Summary: When Rory starts her second year of college she falls into the arms of not the blonde playboy….but a slightly eccentric Aussie.
Rating: T just to be safe
Pairings: PDLD!!!!! Finn and Rory forever!
A/N: Sorry. I know I said I would have this up a week ago, but things happen. So here it is. I wrote it all and then my computer died and "poof" it was gone. So I had to rewrite it. This is the last installment in the "Pina Coladas" story. I don't know when or if I will continue to write. But put me on author alert so if I do, you will know. Thanks for all of your reviews and support during this story. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. I do not own Gilmore Girls or the characters. I do not own "Waiting on a Woman" that song is by Brad Paisley. I own nothing.
FPOV
It's been almost sixty years since I married Rory. Those years have blessed us with happiness and tragedy, joy and sorrow. We have welcomed three wonderful children into this world and then were overjoyed with wonder when we received eight grandchildren. Then Rory and I were down-right astounded when we lived to see our two great-grandchildren enter this world.
Our youngest grandson just recently got married in the last two months. His name is Finnegan, named after his handsome grandfather, and we couldn't be happier for him. He reminds me of myself when I was younger. And, though it is wrong of me to do so, I would have to say that he is my favorite grandchild.
Today, He and his wife, Miranda, are having dinner at our house in Hartford. He arrived about an hour ago but, Rory and Miranda were out shopping today and haven't come home yet.
Ever since he got here he has been on the front porch calling his wife. I, the wise old one, know my place and have quietly waited in the kitchen. When it seems apparent that he needs some guidance I go out to talk to my grandson.
When I see him, he is sitting on the bench on the porch, cell phone in hand.
"Waitin' on a woman?" I ask casually as I sit down next to him. He rolls his eyes and nods affirmatively.
"How 'bout you?" he asks sarcastically.
"Son, since 2002, I've been waiting on woman," I told him with a smile, "When I picked her up for our first date, I told her I would be there at seven, she came out of her room, at seven thirty. She said something like 'I'm sorry that I took so long. I didn't like a thing that I tried on."
He laughed at my imitation of Rory, "But let me tell you son, she sure looked pretty. Yeah, she'll take her time, but I don't mind waitin' on a woman."
Finnegan II looked at me curiously but didn't interrupt.
"The wedding took a year to plan. You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous waitin' on a woman," then I nudged his arm like old men like me do, "I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it, Waitin' on a woman." I said with a suggestive smirk.
"Ew! Grandpa, I didn't need to know that!" Finnegan said punching my arm lightly. I chuckled. One good thing about being old is that people let you do and say whatever you want.
"And I don't guess we've been anywhere when she wasn't made us late. I swear, sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it," I smiled wistfully.
"Boy, it's just a fact of life. It will be the same with your young wife. Might as well go on and get used to it. She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind. Waiting on a woman," I finished and looked at him for comprehension.
"I get it gramps," he said, "I really do."
I nodded at my grandson and started another coughing fit. Doc says I'm getting worse and I know it too. It doesn't bother me though. When I was done I caught my breath and continued.
"I've read somewhere statistics show the man's always the first to go, and that makes sense because I know she won't be ready," I laughed at this but Finnegan didn't look as thrilled.
"Grandpa…" he warned. But I ignored him.
"So when it finally comes my time, and I get to the other side, I'll find my self a bench," I patted the bench we were sitting on, "if they've got any. I hope she takes her time. Because I don't mind, waitin' on a woman,"
He squeezed my hand and gave me a hug, "Thanks Gramps,"
We were cut off by the arrival of our women. I heaved myself up with minor difficulties and gave Rory a kiss. Finnegan followed suit.
"How about a drink?" I offered my guests. Rory laughed.
"Same old Finn," she said while taking my hand and leading me inside. I shuffled behind her. She still looked as beautiful as the day I first saw her.
After dinner, when the young couple had left, Rory and I lay in our bed, arms wrapped around each other. The same way it had been for more than sixty years. I kissed Rory's gray head and whispered,
"Kitten, take your time, cause I don't mind, Waitin' on a woman."
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it. I had a blast writing this story. Again, thanks for all of your support. The real lyrics are included below from . I had to change them around a bit to fit the story. So I'm asking you for the last time (tear) please review. R-E-V-I-E-W : )
Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall
He sat down in his overalls and asked me
''You waitin' on a woman?''
I nodded yeah and said, ''How 'bout you?''
He said, ''Son since nineteen fifty-two I've been
Waitin' on a woman.''
When I picked her up for our first date
I told her I'd be there at eight
And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty
She said, ''I'm sorry that I took so long
Didn't like a thing that I tried on.''
But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty
Yeah, she'll take her time but I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman.
He said, ''The wedding took a year to plan
You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous
Waitin' on a woman.''
And then he nudged my arm like old men do
And said, ''I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it
Waitin' on a woman.''
And I don't guess we've been anywhere
She hasn't made us late I swear
Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it
Boy it's just a fact of life
It'll be the same with your young wife
Might as well go on and get used to it
She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind
Waitin' on a woman.
I've read somewhere statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my time
And I get to the other side
I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any
I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman.
Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman...
