A/N: So, a couple things. 1) Kirk? Yes, Kirk! What better way to have them get married than in Star's Hollow at the gazebo by none other than the loveable dork we all know as Kirk. 2) The dress. I'm going to be honest, my descriptions when it comes to wedding dresses are sub-par and that's giving me some credit that I sorely lack. I'll leave you to see it how you want, but this is what I saw when writing it ( /Product_oleg-cassini-ruffled-chiffon-wedding-dress-cwg732_all-wedding-dresses) I never thought I'd be an author who had to put links for something. What has the world come to? This chapter is just more fluffiness! As usual, I love your reviews. Every time I check my email I'm just hoping for another one. So, here's the next chapter!
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" he whispered in her ear as they swayed on the dance floor of Ms. Patty's studio. Moon River was playing around them and everybody was watching. She just smiled, kissing him softly. He smiled against her lips before they separated, foreheads leaning together. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said. He smiled before pulling her closer. They stared into each other's eyes, lost in each other. This moment would be cherished forever, and they both knew it. This was the moment she'd look back on with the fondest of memories. When the song was finished, they made their way to their seats to listen to the speeches that would be made for them.
"I'm Lane, maid of honor and best friend of the bride. I could tell you so many stories that would embarrass her. But I think a few words will make her blush enough. Let's see…" Lane paused, a look of contemplation on her face. "I can't think of any right now, but what matters is that you probably thought of some and that's embarrassment enough. Oh, I remember. Remember how I'd sneak over to your house and my mom didn't know, but yours did, and we would pig out on junk food. And there was that one time, oh god how could I not think of this just a few minutes ago. There was this one time, we were on such a sugar high, we thought it would be an awesome idea to break into Luke's to get coffee. I'd say we stole like five bags worth of it." Rory looked over, Luke giving her a glare. He had questioned Lorelai when the coffee went missing, but never could he imagine that it was Rory's doing. "We always talked about our weddings, Rory. I married my rebel, and you got your prince charming. I guess fairytales do come true. To my best friend and her husband. May the time you have be filled with happiness." Rory wiped away a couple tears. She knew she was going to cry, but it was too early for it. It was too early for her to be blubbering like a baby.
"Most of you don't know me, but I'm Logan's best mate," Finn said, obviously tipsy. "We've known each other since Andover, and boy I could tell you stories about this man right here," he said, motioning his hand to Logan while holding a glass of champagne the other holding onto the mike-stand. "I have been the one fortunate enough to walk in on him in some compromising positions in the past, some including our lovely Rory here. You got a good catch, Huntz." She heard Logan groan beside her and she just laughed. "We've done some crazy things, mate. Headmaster's car in the pond, Vegas multiple times, sinking the yacht."
"That was all you, Finn!" Logan yelled, but Finn shushed him. She smiled, seeing Logan smile as well.
"That doesn't matter. But the craziest thing you've done man, didn't involve me. The craziest thing you've done is fall for this wonderful Sheila. I've never seen you happier, so enjoy it!" More people they knew came up and talked as the rest ate, but the best was saved for last.
"I never thought this day would come," Lorelai said to them. "I guess I wanted to pretend you'd always be my little girl, the one who would hole up in the room or in Anthony's book store, but you're not. You've grown up to be an amazing woman, someone with more compassion than you know what to do with, someone who's dreams guide them. I never wanted the life I had growing up to be yours, and I never in a million years thought you'd choose it on your own. But I can see how happy you are, babe. I can see how happy he makes you and how happy you make him, and I couldn't wish for anything better than this for you. I know he's going to be there for you, and that's all I could ask for. All I could ask for is for you to be happy, and baby girl, you're the happiest woman alive." Logan squeezed her hand as she wiped away the tears. She'd been crying all night despite her desperate attempts not to.
The rest of the night was spent mingling with their friends and family, eating cake, and genuinely having a good time. They didn't leave each other's side, and she wouldn't have asked for anything else. As the night continued on, his tie was loosened and she'd ditched her heels. They managed to sneak away for a minute after being passed around from person to person, hiding around the corner by Luke's.
"You look gorgeous, Ace," he said, capturing her lips in a kiss. His hands held onto her waist, pulling her close while her arms wrapped around his neck.
"You don't look too shabby either," she responded when they broke apart. He smiled, as she cupped his face with one hand. "How did I get so lucky?" He shrugged and she laughed. They stood like that, her back pressed against the wall, his hands on her hips. If one word could describe them in that moment, it would be bliss. If only for a night, they could be the happiest people on the planet. They could enjoy their time together, their time with their friends and their family. For the first time in almost a year, cancer didn't exist. It wasn't a concept in their minds. No, bliss won.
Their moment of intimacy was cut short by the shrill voice of her grandmother. "Would you two get back to the party," she demanded. "It isn't proper to just sneak away." Rory sighed as he kissed her once more before pulling away.
"I'm sorry, Emily," Logan said in his best society voice. "I just wanted a minute alone with my wife. I hadn't gotten to tell her how gorgeous her dress looked." Emily smiled as she lead them back to the party. Only Logan could diffuse a situation like that, but after that, all Emily could talk about was the dress.
The rest of the night was spent dancing and talking. Every once in awhile, he'd find a way to put his hand on her stomach and it made her smile, her hand covering his when he did. When the party disbanded, the two made their way to the Dragonfly where they were staying the night.
"I can't believe we're married," she said with a giddy smile when he shut the door behind them. "I can't believe we actually did it." Her face lit up and he smiled along with her, kissing her passionately before she could go into a full-on rant. That night was all about them, the soft kisses and gentle touches.
The next morning, she woke up to him pressed against her back and his arms wrapped around her waist. She could tell he wasn't awake yet by how peaceful he was sleeping. Instead of standing, she closed her eyes and let herself imagine. It wasn't fairytales or princes. It wasn't of heroic ventures and slaying of dragons. No, this imagining was much different than her childhood days. This imagining was of what their baby was going to look like, how much they were going to take after their father.
They'd talked the past month, Logan adamant that it was going to be a boy, but Rory had a feeling, this strong feeling, that it was going to be a little girl. She could imagine their daughter with his brown eyes and her hair - as much as Logan insisted that any child they would have would have her eyes. She'd be smart and funny and witty and kind. She'd be so adventurous and Logan would be there every step of the way. He'd be there for every recital and to scare off every boy who even thought about dating her. This was an imaginary land where cancer didn't exist and happily ever afters did.
"Morning," he mumbled, kissing her shoulder. She was pulled out of that imaginary land to the world of a loving husband. She smiled as he loosened his grip so she could roll over and face him.
"Morning to you too," she replied before pressing their lips together. "I think I could get used to this."