A/N: So, they're finally getting married. That took a while, didn't it? Anyway, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. And go check out LukeAndLorelai Brucas Fan's new fic, Wedding Crashers because it's fabulous and because she had a bit more fun with this wedding than I'm about to.

To the bride and groom!

"I'm good. Let's go."

Rory grinned, rearranging the folds of her dress for the millionth time that morning. "Wait, I'm short. Or the dress is too long. Someone, help!" Rory looked around her and Lorelai grinned, picking up a pair of shoes from the floor.

"Shoes."

Laughing, Rory shook her head, pulling the dress away and looking down at her feet, still covered in the fluffy hotel slippers.

"I'd make a statement, clearly." She sat back down and put her shoes on. "Ok, someone check because now I don't trust my own judgment."

"You're beautiful." Hugging her quickly, Lorelai wiped her eyes, trying to hold back tears. "Congratulations."

"Thanks."

A few seconds later, the girls were lined up at the top of the stairs and Michel nodded, letting them know it was ok to start. Hugging Rory one more time, Lorelai started walking down the stairs as the music started playing, following Doula who was happily spreading the flower petals along the floor. As soon as Paris and Lane were at the bottom of the stairs, Rory took a deep breath, heading down as well, one hand holding the flowers tightly in her hand as she pressed the other one into her barely visible bump, smiling down at it for a brief second. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she saw Jess, standing at the end of the makeshift aisle. Wiping her eyes quickly and making him smirk, she bit her lip, starting to walk slowly as everyone looked at her, her eyes never leaving Jess'. As soon as she reached the end, her hand reached for his and he squeezed it tightly, grinning. Watching the two, the reverend smiled, clearing his throat.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of this man and this woman…"

"…They have decided to write their own vows. Rory?"

Her smile growing bigger, she squeezed his hand before turning around and giving Lorelai her flowers and taking the wedding ring from her. Looking back at Jess, she bit her lip, trying not to start crying.

"Jess, I never knew I could love someone this much. Every time I look at you, I feel so safe and loved and unbelievably happy. You are always here for me. Always good and kind and just…incredible. I am never lonely when I am with you. I am never afraid. Today, I promise to be your partner and best friend, to be by your side through the good and the bad times, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer. I promise to help you build your dreams, to be the one you can lean on no matter what, to do my best to never let you down for as long as we both shall live. And I promise you the rain won't make any difference."

Sliding the ring on his finger, she smiled at their inside joke and he shook his head slowly, trying to stop himself from kissing her.

"Jess?" The reverend smiled and Jess nodded, turning around and taking the ring from Luke before taking her hand.

"I love you, Rory. As selfishly as the fact that I exist. As selfishly as my lungs breathe air. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival. I love you for the same reasons. Because I wouldn't even know where to start living without you. Because you are gentle and selfless and warm. Because you smile and make every place be home. Because you believe in me even when I give you no reason to, you trust me, you help me, you listen to me, you are always there for me. Because you are my family. I love you because I truly have no other choice. Today, I promise you I will try my hardest to always make you as happy as you deserve to be. To be next to you, no matter what lies ahead of us. To never leave you. And I promise I will continue to love you unconditionally for the rest of my life."

He slid the ring on her finger slowly, smiling. Grinning as well, Rev. Skinner nodded.

"With the power invested in me by the state of Connecticut, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Letting go of her hand and cupping her face instead, his other arm wrapped around her waist, Jess closed the small gap between them and crushed his mouth to hers, ignoring everyone else in the room as they stood up and started applauding. Moving away, he wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye, smiling as she bit her lip, placing another quick kiss on his lips.

"Love you." He mouthed quickly and she nodded, squeezing his hand.

"Love you too. See, this is why I had to go first. 'Cause now I'm all weepy and blubbery and not coherent and stuff."

"It's fine." He smiled softly.

Letting go of him, Rory smiled when Lorelai hugged her, grinning.

"Congratulations, kid."

"Thank you." Handing her back her flowers, Lorelai wiped her eyes.

"Didn't I tell you you're not allowed to make me cry?"

"How do you think I feel? I'm supposed to be the hormonal one here!" Rory laughed softly, wiping her eyes again.

"And the one who just got married." Lorelai pointed out again, taking the couple of steps separating her from Jess. "I know I said I'd never do this again, but I suppose the occasion calls for it." She laughed, hugging him quickly. "Congratulations, Jess. You're a good guy."

"What, no 'hurt her, I'll break your legs' speech?" Jess smirked back.

"Do you need one?"

"I'm good." He nodded.

"Then no speech." Stepping back, Lorelai made room for everyone else who was trying to hug and congratulate the couple. As soon as Luke was done, he stepped closer to his wife, watching the younger couple as well.

"They finally did it. Took 'em long enough."

Laughing, Lorelai shook her head, kissing him softly. "I'm sorry, should I move further away so the god of irony doesn't hit me as well when he smacks you over the head?"

"No." He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you."

"Love you too." Lorelai smiled, still watching her daughter and her new husband.

As soon as everyone was done hugging and congratulating them, the photographer walked up to Rory and Jess, holding up his camera.

"Do you want to go take a few pictures outside?"

"You up for it or do you want to go sit down for a bit?" Jess leaned closer to Rory's ear, whispering but she shook her head.

"I'm good. Let's go." She took his hand, dragging him outside, following the photographer. A lot of pictures later, the photographer motioned for the door.

"I'll go grab the rest of your wedding party, you guys run inside and warm up for a while."

"Thank you." As soon as they were back inside, Jess started running his hands up and down Rory's arms, trying to warm her up.

"Stop being stubborn and consider putting on a coat."

"But dress! Pretty, pretty dress!"

"Hypothermia." He smirked back, leaning over and kissing her. "You're fucking gorgeous in this dress." He whispered, making her blush.

"Freezing to death is now worth it." She smiled back, her fingers running through his hair.

"Can we skip the party and go straight to the part where I take it off you?" He chuckled, cocking an eyebrow.

"Sure. I'll be ok with us missing the reception for our wedding."

"Married for less than an hour and I'm already being oppressed."

"Oh, poor you." Rory laughed, kissing him again.

"Hard life." He shook his head, still smirking.

"You'll get over it." Rory took his hand as the photographer walked to them again, everyone else following him. After they were finished taking pictures, everyone walked back to the dining room, sitting down to rest for a bit. Pointing to the side of the room, Rory smiled.

"Look over there."

"What?" Jess looked in the direction she was pointing.

"Jimmy and Liz."

Seeing the two talking and laughing, with Doula clinging to her mother's leg while Liz's hand played in the girl's hair, Jess shook his head slowly, smirking.

"I somehow have a feeling my wedding day is not supposed to be the first time I see my parents talking."

"Go talk to them." She encouraged him, smiling.

"Come with me?"

"Ok." Rory nodded, standing up and taking his hand. Standing up as well, he pulled her closer to him for a second, attacking her mouth. Pulling back, she laughed, looking at him.

"Jess, people."

"Hey, not even your grandmother can object to me kissing my wife on our wedding day. I plan on taking advantage of that."

"Wife." Rory smiled softly, looking into his eyes, realizing the word now applied to her as well.

"That's what the guy in the black outfit called you. I'd believe him, he seems like he knows what he's doing."

"Your wife."

"Well, yeah." Jess chuckled, his hand cupping her face again. "For an impossibly long time."

"Forever."

"That the best you can do?" He smirked, starting to walk towards his parents, trying to avoid Kirk who looked like he was trying to decide whether or not he should talk to them.

"Hey, guys." Rory smiled as they walked up to Liz and Jimmy, her arm wrapped tightly around Jess' waist.

"Congratulations, Jess." Liz grinned, hugging her son again, as he grimaced, making Rory laugh. "And you! You're so beautiful in your dress." Letting go of Jess, Liz's arms wrapped around Rory quickly. "You both did great up there."

"Thanks." Jess nodded, his arm wrapping back protectively around Rory's waist.

"Congratulations." Jimmy nodded, less exuberant than Liz.

"You did an awesome job, Doula." Rory leaned down, ruffling the little girl's hair.

"I know, mom already told me so."

Laughing, Jess shook his head. "So, everything ok here? You have food, drinks, stuff like that?"

"Don't worry about anything. Really." Liz reassured him.

"Ok. We're going to go make the rounds and say hello to people then. Have fun." Jess tilted his head, making a quick escape.

"What happened?" Rory lifted her head, kissing his cheek quickly.

"Nothing. Just…not used to the two of them talking. Or being in the same room."

"Ok." Rory nodded. Appearing out of nowhere, Lorelai took Rory's hand and started dragging the two after her as fast as she could. Opening the door to her office, she pushed them inside.

"Have some time to yourselves before you start talking to everyone and eat and stuff. Bask in the knowledge that you're married. You have ten minutes before Emily's head explodes." She grinned, closing the door behind her.

Sitting down in an arm chair, Jess pulled her down in his lap, smiling when she rested her head on his shoulder, sighing happily.

"We really are married."

"Hear that, kid?" Jess lowered one hand, running it over her bump. "You're no longer a bastard."

"Hey, no calling our son names." She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Not after he's been nice and gave me a break today."

"So you're really feeling fine?"

"I'm feeling perfect."

"Good." He placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you. So, so much." She smiled, her face inches away from his.

"Yeah, I got that. I think it's unfair you quoted Hemingway while I was expected to show restraint and not just jump from my place and kiss you. Really unfair." He grinned, his mouth covering Rory's for a second.

"Hey, you quoted Rand."

"Yeah, but you had less time to wait. Plus you knew I was going to use a quote. I didn't."

"You should have guessed."

Years before.

"Isn't it supposed to always be sunny in Philadelphia?" Rory pouted, throwing herself on the couch as the rain continued to fall outside the windows of their small apartment.

"I like it." He shrugged, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer.

"I like to walk in it, but it's been going on for freaking ever."

"It will stop. And the rain won't make any difference." He added after a few seconds, smiling and looking down at her as she cuddled closer to him.

"What?" She looked at him and he shook his head, his hand pulling her closer.

"Just a line I read in a book once."

"What does it mean? Won't make a difference to what?"

"It's just…the rain won't make a difference to him always loving her. Even though the rain is hard on loving." He chuckled, his fingers playing in her hair.

"Will the rain make a difference?" She looked up at him and he shook his head again.

"No." Lifting her head, she crushed her mouth to his, smiling as well. "Promise."

A few months later, when his second book was published, the dedication read simply "And the rain won't make any difference."

"Still unfair." Jess fake pouted, making her laugh. Placing quick, small kisses on his lips, she ran her fingers across his face.

"Better?"

"Getting there." He rested his hand on the back of her neck, steadying her moves and pulled her in for another kiss.

"Can I point out the irony of your quote? He's sending her back to her husband in that speech. He even says he's not marrying her then."

"Yeah, but he had good intentions. And…I meant it. Don't get me wrong, Rand is still boring and annoying and far too political to ever be considered good literature by anyone but you and idiots. But it's a good speech. Well expressed. I've given you not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need." He quoted again, whispering against her mouth. "Plus…" He whispered even more sheepishly, his eyes focusing on her lips instead of her eyes. "It was the book you were reading to the kid. Figured it would make you happy."

"Don't be all perfect, I can't marry you again." She bit her lip, choking back tears as she crushed her mouth to his.

"Once was enough. Mine." He hugged her close to him, kissing her hair. "I've never known how to say 'mine about anything. Not in the sense I say it about you. Mine." Jess smiled and she pulled back, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"Now you're intentionally trying to make me cry."

"Nope. Just making sure."

"Yours. For the rest of my life." She nodded, a thought crossing her head. "She held him feeling he was all of life there was and it was true." She cradled his face in her hands. "You're…" Lifting his finger to her lips, he stopped her from finishing her sentence.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled again, kissing the corner of his mouth. Hearing a soft knock on the door, she stood up, her hand still holding his. "Coming."

Moving to the edge of the seat, Jess hugged her, kissing her small bump before standing up and wiping her cheeks. "No more crying."

"Well, I'm hormonal. Stop being so damn sweet and perfect." Rory laughed, kissing him.

"I'll try."

"I suppose that'll have to do." She took his hand again, heading outside the room, finding Lorelai and Emily standing there.

"Hey, grandma."

"Beautiful ceremony."

A while later, after they finished greeting everyone that was gathered in the room, they sat back down in their seats. Drinking from her glass, Rory smiled, her other hand playing in Jess' hair. Collapsing next to them in a chair, Lorelai sighed, exhausted.

"I just sat through a 20 minutes lecture from my mother on the importance of proper manners and why is everyone congratulating Rory instead of offering their best wishes and have they never opened an etiquette book and it's just not done!"

"I suggest a drinking game. Empty your glass every time Emily drives you mad." Jess chuckled.

"Rory, how do you feel about me starting to dance on a table in half an hour when I'm completely sloshed after listening to your lovely husband?"

"Not so hot on it, I must say."

"Damn." Jess and Lorelai replied at the same time, laughing.

"Behave. Both of you." Rory threatened, shaking her head.

"Clearly oppressed." Jess smirked, kissing her cheek.

"Get used to it." Lorelai grinned, leaning back in her chair.

"I think Liz needs me or something." Jess looked at the woman, who was waving him over. "Be right back."

"Want me to come with you?"

"I'm fine. Sit down for a while, stubborn woman." Jess kissed the top of Rory's head. "Lorelai, please make sure she doesn't go running off the second I'm not here."

"Overprotective!" Rory grinned after him, shaking her head.

Walking up to them, Christopher smiled. "Hey, guys."

"Dad!" Rory yelped, excited, jumping up from her chair and hugging the man. "What'd you think?"

"I think you look beautiful. And the ceremony wasn't too bad either." He chuckled, hugging his daughter back. "Lucky I knew someone and I got good seats."

"Slipped Michel a little something?" Lorelai grinned, looking at the man.

"Got me."

"Pull up a chair."

Sitting down, the man grinned, nodding. "So, how does it feel to be married?"

"I don't know, it hasn't kicked in yet." She glanced quickly at the wedding ring on her finger. "Happy."

"Well, good, otherwise I'd have to pull out my shotgun."

Groaning, Rory shook her head. "Save your bullets for when Gigi becomes a teenager. Where is she, by the way?"

"Talking to Sookie's boy. I think I may need to start cleaning it out now, she doesn't seem to get that one daughter getting married is all my poor heart can take for one day. I don't need her to start crushing on some boy just yet."

"Get used to it, hon." Lorelai smiled. "Just wait until she brings home a boy. And then cross your fingers your life doesn't turn into some music-less version of the West Side Story, with boys duelling for her heart."

"Mom…" Rory groaned again, burying her face in her palms.

"Hush, sweetie, I'm allowed to reminisce today." She put her hand on her daughter's arm, smiling. "And then she proceeds to marry one of those boys."

"Ten years later!" Rory pointed out again, shaking her head.

"Whatever." Lorelai shook her head.

"Mom is feeling extremely dramatic today."

"Well, my baby got married!"

"No, your baby is over there with April. Your grown daughter got married to the man she has been dating for almost five years."

"Did I not tell you to shut up? I'm allowed to be emotional today. And I don't care how old you are, you're still my baby!" She wrapped her arm around Rory, smiling. "Chris?"

"Dad?"

"I'm with your mom on this. You're too young to be married and be pregnant and all that. Especially to the boy you got in a car crash with." Christopher teased as well, laughing.

"Gah." Rory dropped her face in her palms again, shaking her head slowly. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find my husband and let you two be silly here." She stood up, smiling.

"We need to shrink this kid and make her be 5 again. Look at her. Husband and all that!" Lorelai laughed as Rory started walking away. Reaching Jess, she wrapped her arm around him, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"My parents have gone crazy sentimental. How's it going over here?"

"Hey, parents are allowed to be sentimental today!" Liz protested, smiling.

"You've given her ideas. Thanks." Jess chuckled, kissing her. "What did I say about you sitting down?"

"Calm down. I feel fine." She reassured him, her fingers running through his hair. "Liz, help me out here."

"Jess, Rory knows her limits."

"Hey, I have to be protective."

"Overprotective." Rory corrected him, smiling.

"Whatever. You won't slow down unless someone tells you to. I'm just here to be that person."

"You're here to drive me crazy." She laughed, moving even closer to him. "I think I'm going to go track down some food, it's been almost 3 hours since the last time I ate."

"I'll come with you. Liz, you'll be ok?"

"I'm fine. Go have fun!"

"See you around."

Heading for one of the tables set with trays of appetizers, Rory smiled, her hand tight around his.

"Sookie went crazy with the food."

"Did you expect anything else?"

"No." She laughed, grabbing a plate and starting to pile some food on it. "God, not being nauseous is great."

"Think it's a one day special or is this going to last?"

"Hopefully it will last. My books say I should be done with morning sickness."

"You better be, I want you back." He kissed her shoulder softly, smiling. "I hate watching you be sick while I stand around helpless."

Putting her plate down, she cupped his face in her hand, caressing his skin softly with her thumb. "You're helping more than you know."

"Eat something, ok?" He kissed her palm before lowering it, pointing to the plate.

"Oh, I will." She replied, starting to nibble on her food. Walking up to them, Matt grinned, crossing his arms across his chest.

"See? Did an awesome job at standing!"

"Yes, you did." Rory agreed, snickering as well.

"Oh, don't worry, I know you wish you could have married me instead, but it's ok. You had to do it. I understand."

"I'll leave him tomorrow. For you, my dear."

Wrapping his arm around Rory and pulling her closer to him, Jess smirked. "Really? Leaving me?"

"Uh…well…" She hesitated, looking at Jess, then quickly glancing over at Matt again. "I'll stay with him." Winking, she whispered dramatically, leaning closer to Matt. "We'll talk about this when he's not here."

"Traitors." Jess pulled Rory back to him, making her laugh.

"Ok, ok, I get it! She's yours." Matt smiled.

"Guys, I'm sorry to interrupt but I'm pretty sure it's about time for speeches and all that." Lorelai walked up to them.

"Already?"

"It's late, people are getting hungry."

"Ok." Taking Jess' hand, Rory started heading back towards the head table, taking a deep breath before sitting back down. Sitting down as well, Lorelai nodded at Lane, who stood up and clinked a teaspoon against her glass.

"Rory, we've known each other for many, many years but, despite my best attempts, I have no incriminating letters from you to share with these people. Damn." As everyone laughed, the young woman wiped her eyes quickly, looking at her best friend. "I do however have quite a long list of times I could recount when you came to me ranting and raving about how infuriating Jess was. Which I won't do because, well, Jess has grown on me since high school. No one here tell him that or it will go to his head." She laughed again as the man shook his head, smirking. "You're both really good people and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Congratulations. To the bride and groom."

After everyone took a drink, Lane sat back down, hugging Rory quickly. "Thank you." Rory whispered quickly.

"Love you, Rory."

"Love you too."

Standing up at the same time, Chris and Matthew grinned, looking at their friends.

"We couldn't decide who should give the speech, since we both met Jess at the exactly same time so we just decided to both do it." Chris elbowed his friend in the ribs, making him punch his arm back.

"Clearly, this decision has not come lightly."

"We've been there, watching them build this relationship from scratch and frankly, we still have no idea what Rory's doing with him."

"Despite that, we do hope they're impossibly happy together. For our sake, as much as theirs."

"Congratulations. To Rory and Jess!"

Later that night, back in the honeymoon suite, Jess sat on the bed, undoing his tie while Rory sat on the chair, taking her shoes off and then lifting her hands, trying to get the pins out of her hair.

"Need any help?" He smiled, looking at her but she shook her head.

"I'm good. Can't believe it's done, though. And we're officially married. Or that you found a version of Guns of Brixton that was slow enough for a first dance." She laughed, looking at him.

"Told you I'd find a good song." He smiled, kicking off his shoes.

"Thank you. For everything. Today was perfect."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Just…everything?" Rory snickered, taking the veil out of her hair and standing up, her hands running through her hair. Walking to him, she looked down at him as he put his hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. "I love you." She smiled, her hands cupping his face.

"I love you too." He looked up at her, his thumbs running over the lace on her dress. "You happy?" He whispered and she nodded, ruffling his hair.

"Happier than I've ever been."

"Good." He nodded, still smiling and stood up.

"You happy?" She whispered, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, you could say that." Jess chuckled, his arms wrapping around her. "So, do I now get to take the dress of you and see what the blue thing was?" He cocked an eyebrow and Rory laughed, nodding.

"Only if you want to live."

"Eager?" His mouth drifted to her neck, placing a soft trail of kisses on her skin.

"I'm pretty sure this is how a perfect day has to end." Rory smiled, her mouth finding his.

"If you insist." He smirked before walking around her, pushing her hair out of the way and looking at the back of the dress. "What, no annoying zipper this time? I'm almost disappointed."

"No, you're not."

Undoing the bow, he chuckled. "No, I'm not."