The town square was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, casting a warm, dreamy light over the gathered crowd. The fairy lights strung between the trees twinkled softly, and the hush that had fallen over the townspeople was filled with anticipation.

At the end of the aisle, Logan stood tall in his suit, shifting slightly on his feet. He wasn't nervous—he was excited. He was ready. Honor stood beside him, beaming with pride, while Finn, Colin, and Stephanie exchanged mischievous glances behind him.

Then, the music started.

Everyone turned toward the entrance, and there she was.

Rory stood at the end of the aisle, her light blue dress flowing around her like something out of a dream. She held a simple bouquet in her hands, but her grip wasn't on the flowers—it was on Luke's arm.

Luke looked straight ahead, his jaw tight, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

As they took their first step forward, Rory gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"You okay?" she whispered.

Luke cleared his throat. "I'm fine. Just got… something in my eye."

Rory smiled softly. "It's okay if you're emotional, you know."

Luke huffed. "I don't do emotional."

And yet, as they walked past the rows of familiar faces, the people who had watched Rory grow up, the man who had been there for her every step of the way felt his heart swell with pride.

When they reached the altar, Luke turned to Rory and, with great effort, managed to say, "You look beautiful, kid."

Rory's throat tightened, but she grinned. "Thanks, Luke."

He looked at Logan, who stood waiting. "Take care of her."

Logan met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "Always."

Luke nodded, cleared his throat again, then stepped back to take his seat beside Lorelai. She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight. "You okay?" she whispered.

Luke exhaled. "Yeah." Then, after a pause, "No. I just gave her away."

Lorelai leaned against him. "I know. But she'll always be ours."

The officiant smiled warmly at the couple standing before him. "Rory and Logan have chosen to write their own vows."

Logan turned to Rory, his eyes full of love and admiration. He took a deep breath before beginning.

"Rory, from the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. You challenged me, you inspired me, and you made me want to be a better man. You were my Ace before I even knew what that meant. Through every high and every low, every adventure and every quiet moment, you have been my person. I promise to love you, to stand by you, and to jump with you into whatever life throws our way. Because you jump, I jump."

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd at the familiar phrase, a callback to the beginning of their story.

Rory let out a small, emotional laugh before she spoke.

"Logan, you have always been the adventure I didn't know I needed. You came into my life like a whirlwind and turned everything upside down. But with you, I was never lost—I was home. You have believed in me even when I doubted myself, and you have loved me unconditionally. I promise to always stand beside you, to challenge you as much as you challenge me, and to jump with you, wherever life takes us. Because you jump, I jump."

There was a moment of quiet, the kind of silence filled with meaning, before the officiant spoke again.

"Logan, do you take Rory to be your wife?"

"With everything I have," Logan said without hesitation.

"And Rory, do you take Logan to be your husband?"

Rory's voice was strong, clear. "I do."

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Logan, you may kiss your bride."

Logan grinned. "Gladly."

He pulled Rory in, dipping her slightly as he kissed her, sealing their forever.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

As Logan and Rory turned to face their friends and family, Finn dramatically wiped a fake tear from his eye.

"Well, I suppose this means I'll have to stop trying to seduce you now, Rory."

Lorelai snorted. "You were trying to seduce her?"

Finn placed a hand over his heart. "In my own way, yes. But alas, she has chosen the rich, charming one instead of the rich, charming, hilarious one."

Colin clapped a hand on Finn's shoulder. "It was never going to happen, mate."

Finn sighed theatrically. "Fine. I shall drown my sorrows in champagne and make questionable decisions at the reception."

Logan shook his head with a chuckle. "Please don't get arrested at my wedding, Finn."

Finn gasped in mock offense. "What kind of heathen do you take me for?"

Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

Lorelai leaned toward Luke. "Well, that was an entertaining ceremony."

Luke grumbled. "That guy is insane."

Lorelai grinned. "Yeah. But he's fun insane."

As the newlyweds walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, Rory glanced up at Logan and whispered, "Did we really just do that?"

Logan kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, Ace. We did."

And with that, the real adventure began.