Author's Note: This is the story of Luke and Lorelai's wedding. It's pure fluff. I usually tend toward the angst, butsince it'sthe season of holiday goodness I will try my hardest to refrain. But, borrowing a line from Luke, I will also try to avoid any of the "I want to die when you die, my life meant nothing until you used my toothbrush" sentiments as well. We'll see how it goes. A lot of you are probably used to my every other day update style. I may not accomplish updates as quickly this time around, but I promise to try to be as quick as possible. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the town, or the line I quoted in the previous paragraph. Gilmore Girls is the property of ASP and the WB.
"Hello," Rory answered the phone absently.
"Rory," Lorelai replied frantically.
"What?" Rory said turning all her attention to her mother.
"Whatcha doin'?" Lorelai said suddenly relaxed.
"The same thing I was doing when you called me three hours ago," Rory replied dryly.
"Still studying for finals?" Lorelai asked. "That school is something else."
"What are you doing?" Rory placated her mother.
"Nothing," Lorelai evaded. "Just looking over some last minute wedding details. You know cake, flowers, tulle…"
"Dress?" Rory asked with a sigh.
"Dress?" Lorelai questioned. "Why I hadn't even thought about it."
"You're wearing it again aren't you?" Rory asked point blank.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Lorelai replied with a smile in her tone.
"I think you do," Rory pressed. "You called me three hours ago to tell me your wedding dress was talking to you. You called me two hours ago to tell me that your dress looked lonely and longed for a warm body in it. You called me an hour ago to tell me it looked sad, so don't play innocent with me missy."
"Fine," Lorelai cracked happily. "I'm wearing it again! But it's so soft and white and pretty. I feel like Queen Elizabeth or Princess Diana or Maria."
"Shriver?" Rory questioned.
"Von Trapp when she married the Captain and her train was like 500 feet long," Lorelai explained exasperated. "Really what are they teaching you in that school?"
"Sorry, I guess Voltaire must be taking up precious brain space," Rory replied. "So, one more week and you'll be Mrs. Backwards Baseball Cap."
"Yes I will," Lorelai replied content.
"You're okay with this?" Rory said lightly. She knew her mother had a tendency to run. Her wedding to Max was only days away when she called it off. Although during the planning of this wedding Rory noticed that her mother seemed very relaxed.
"I'm wonderful," Lorelai said as she twirled around her bedroom examining herself in the full-length mirror. "No running this time kid."
"I didn't think you were going to-" Rory started to explain.
"Uh, yeah you did," Lorelai cut into Rory's response. "And that's okay because I know I've done it before. But Rory, I'm standing here in my wedding dress and the only thing I feel is excited."
"I'm glad," Rory said. After everything that had happened with Christopher, Rory was relieved that things had worked out and her mother would finally be happy.
"Me too," Lorelai said smoothing out the front of her dress. "So you'll never guess what I did."
"What?" Rory asked.
"Well, I have to say it was ingenious of me," Lorelai said brightening as she puffed out the bottom of the dress. "I stole one of Luke's flannel shirts."
"How very Sydney Bristow of you," Rory replied.
"I know," Lorelai grinned. "It wasn't as easy as I thought, especially since I needed a blue one."
"Did he catch on?" Rory asked.
"No," Lorelai continued. "First of all I took my huge purse—"
"The one we take to smuggle in food at the movies?" Rory interrupted.
"Of course," Lorelai confirmed.
"Continue," Rory said.
"So I took the huge purse and emptied it—"
"Which must have taken days," Rory commented.
"I told you it was a carefully thought out plan," Lorelai replied. "So I went to Luke's and I made sure I went during the lunch rush. I told him I forgot something in his apartment, I went up to get it and then I ransacked his closet until I found it. Old Blue."
"You destroyed Old Blue?" Rory asked horrified.
"Old Blue has very special memories for us," Lorelai replied. "I wore Old Blue the morning after Luke and I—"
"Eww, okay I know Old Blue is the one you wore into the diner that morning after you…eww go on," Rory said.
Lorelai giggled as she placed her tiara lightly on her head.
"Yes, so Old Blue is the only shirt that was special enough to be my garter," Lorelai finished.
"Poor Old Blue," Rory commented.
"But that's the best part," Lorelai said excitedly. "I only had to use the sleeves of Old Blue so now Luke can wear it as a muscle shirt in the summer."
"Because I can see that happening," Rory said sarcastically.
"It could," Lorelai said hopefully. "Okay it couldn't, but a girl can dream right?" Lorelai said her voice muffled as she bent over.
"You're putting on the garter now aren't you?" Rory asked amused.
"Maybe," Lorelai replied guiltily.
"You have a sickness," Rory said.
"Yes, I do," Lorelai replied. "And knowing is half the battle."
"Thank you G. I. Joe," Rory replied.
Lorelai was pulling up the flannel garter around her leg when she heard a knock on the front door.
"Oh Rory someone's at the door," Lorelai said. "I gotta go."
"What if it's Luke? You have your wedding dress on?" Rory said.
"It's not Luke," Lorelai said. "He had to help T.J. plaster something tonight. I'll talk to you later hun."
"Okay, night Mom," Rory replied hanging up the phone.
Lorelai threw the phone on the bed and moved, as quickly as she could, to answer the door.
TBC