A/N: A chapter you all have been waiting for. Good, bad? Read to find out! Next chapter will be a continuance, so no worries about that!
"Mom," she said softly, looking at herself in the mirror. This was it, this was their big day. The past month had been a blur of appointments and school and graduation. She closed her eyes, remembering her graduation day. It had been a few days before and now she was standing in her wedding dress while her mother clasped the necklace behind her.
"You look gorgeous babe," her mom then told her with a smile. "And if that boy's jaw isn't on the floor, then he's got a problem." Rory turned to face her mom. The woman who stood in front of her had tears in her eyes, and Rory clutched her stomach while her mom held her other hand. "You're gonna do great."
"I can't believe I'm getting married," she said softly. "I can't believe we're having a baby." She wasn't showing quite yet, but she could tell the difference and so could Logan. He always made her feel special, but now, his hands were on her belly all the time. She loved it, how he'd lay behind her, one hand on her stomach the other entwined with one of hers. How she'd be laying on the couch and he'd join her, his head on her stomach. He was obsessed, and it made her smile.
"I can't believe it either, kid." Her mom enveloped her in a hug before pulling away. "It's like only yesterday we were in the shed at the Inn. Now you're getting married and having a baby, and you're not my baby anymore." Her mom started crying, and Rory didn't know what to do.
"I'm always going to be your baby, Mom," she told her. Lorelai wiped away the tears and put a smile on her face.
"Okay, come on. You have a wedding to participate in." Rory smiled as her mom took her hand, leading her out of her bedroom and to the Jeep. After fighting with Emily for weeks, she'd finally relented and allowed them to have the small wedding they'd wanted. She still didn't know Rory was pregnant since they'd managed to get out of dinners for one reason or another. Her mother started driving to the town square, not very far at all, but far enough for Rory's mind to wander.
She thought back to when Logan came home that day from his doctor's appointment and had broken down. He told her later that everything was fine and that he'd just had a rough day, and she understood. She'd never seen him break down so completely, had never seen him so destroyed. But she'd been there, been in his shoes, so she could understand. She remembered him coming home the next day, eyes rimmed red again. She'd been sitting on the couch with Finn watching a movie, but as soon as he walked in looking disheveled, Finn left.
"Logan," she said softly, standing and walking over to him. His eyes held the blank, glassy look she'd seen the previous day. She cupped his face with her hands, making him look at her. Tears rolled down his cheeks again. "What's wrong?" He didn't answer, just wrapped her in a hug, his head resting in the crook of her neck with his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around him, running circles on his back.
They'd stood like that for a few more minutes before he pulled away and made his way to the bed, stripping down and pulling on some sweats before laying down. She followed him, laying next to him. He looked at her, this time on his own.
"I'm scared," he told her. "I thought I was scared about dying, and I am, but that's not all. I'm so scared that our child isn't going to know who I am."
"Oh, honey," she said, pulling him close. His head rested on her chest. "I'd never let that happen." He wrapped one arm around her waist, both of them laying there.
"Rory," he said softly. "Do you think that me sticking by my decision is right?" She looked at him, slightly confused. "Or does it seem like I'm saying our baby isn't enough to fight for?" She couldn't answer his question, so she kissed the top of his head instead. She didn't understand where all this was coming from. Of course she didn't think he thought that. She knew he wanted to die with dignity, didn't want to die in pain. But she didn't know how to tell him that.
"I think what you're doing is the right thing," she managed, and she knew that was enough.
Exactly one week later he came home and told her he'd been seeing a therapist and that's why he was upset the week before. She was glad he was getting the help he needed, glad that he had someone there who was trained to handle it all.
She felt the Jeep stop and she looked out. People were already sitting down, waiting for the big show. She could see Logan standing off to the side with Colin and Finn, smiling and laughing. When her door opened, she stepped out and took her mom's hand.
"You ready?" she asked ask Logan took his place in the gazebo. The wedding march began - a compromise with Emily - and Rory smiled.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she responded. As the two women made their way down the aisle, Rory saw how Logan looked at her. A smile was on his face and she could see tears brimming his eyes. This was it, this was what she'd wanted for so long. And now, she was about to have it.
She could feel everybody's eyes on her, but all she could focus on was Logan's. When they took hands, she smiled, reaching up with her free hand to wipe away the tears she saw spill over. They turned to face the minister, none other than Kirk who had gotten ordained for this special event.
"We are gathered here to watch these two young lovebirds fully commit to each other in everything they do. Now, these are not my words," Kirk said, Rory giving him a confused look. "These are Logan's."
"Ace," Logan then said. "Rory Gilmore, my Ace. I never thought I'd be standing here both physically and hypothetically, to get married. I never thought I'd find the woman of my dreams, but I did. I found everything I could ever ask for in you. Ask me four years ago, I'd tell you I'd be working for my father and partying with my friends. Never could I have thought I'd be here professing how much I love you to our friends and our families. I love you, Rory. I told you this when I proposed, but I love you. Everything you do, everything you are. And I can't wait to share the rest of my life with you." This time it was her crying. They had agreed to write their own vows, but this was too much for her in that moment. A mixture of hormones and joy bubbling over in tears. His hand came up to cup her cheek as he wiped away the tears.
"I usually don't cry like this," she said, the audience chuckling along with her. "I was raised here, hearing the story of the two lovers from two separate counties, from two separate worlds, that fate brought together. I never thought I'd have a love story to rival. When we sat on the bench across the yard, watching Ms. Patty's dancers, you asked if it reminded me of anybody. It did and still does. Small town girl falls in love with heir to fortune. That didn't sound right." She saw Logan smile. "But our story is one that may not last for centuries or become a fable. It will, however, be told by those here with us. It will be told by us and by those we bring into the world. Never have I thought I could be as in love with you as I am now."
"Do you Logan Elias Huntzberger, take Lorelai Leigh Gilmore to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Kirk asked. She met Logan's eyes and he smiled.
"I do." Two words. Two simple words that would tie them together forever. He slid the wedding band on her finger.
"And do you, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, take Logan Elias Huntzberger to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Kirk then asked. She smiled back, knowing this was it. She was going to be with Logan forever.
"I do," she finally said, mimicking Logan's earlier actions and sliding the ring on his finger.
"Well then. With the power vested in me by the state of Connecticut and the internet, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Just kiss her already," Kirk finished. Logan's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him as her arms hung around his neck.
"I love you," he said before their lips met. Full of passion and love and longing, they were finally married. They were finally together and nothing could ever take that away from them.
"I love you too." Two, three, and four words, all of which showed how much they truly loved each other.