"You know, Lorelai, it isn't too late for me to call my hair dresser. She could be here in less then an hour," Emily Gilmore informed her daughter as she paced back and forth across the floor of Luke's living quarters above the diner which Lorelai and her bridal party had high jacked to get ready.

"I'm getting married in an hour," Lorelai reminded her rolling her eyes at her mothers turned back as she handed another bobby pin to Paris who was busily working piling Lorelai's hair on top of her head in a complicated up sweep.

"Well the wedding is hardly going to start without you, Lorelai," Emily said coming to a stop in front of her daughter. "You are the main attraction after all."

"That's funny, because I thought that the main attraction today was Luke and I saying our wedding vows, binding our lives together forever."

"Nonsense," Emily waved her hand impatiently. "You have the rest of your lives to show everyone that. Today is about the bride looking her best. That is the memory everyone will take away with them today."

Deciding it was useless to argue Lorelai tipped her head up to smile at Paris only to have it straightened abruptly. "I told you not to move," Paris ordered.

"When Rory told me that Paris had a talent for doing hair and make up I called her right away and asked if she would do mine and my bridesmaids today," Lorelai explained.

"And when I said no she called me back five times and then after I stopped answering her calls she left me 11 voice messages not to mention the 25 emails she sent." Paris added. "It was easier to just agree."

"And you're doing a fantastic job," Lorelai told her smiling at her mother. "She's doing a fantastic job, isn't she mom?"

"Yes," Emily admitted grudgingly. "I have to admit that she is. But nevertheless Paris is not a hair dresser, she is a college student."

"Who does great hair," Lorelai cut in obviously bored with the conversation. "What happened to my maid of honour by the way? Shouldn't she be here calming the bride to be nerves? Did she escape with the rest of the bridesmaids to raid Luke's stock room while he's not here to guard it?"

"She got a call about ten minutes ago. From the gooey look on her face I assumed it was from Huntzberger and that he had arrived." Paris informed them both.

Emily went to the window and looked down onto the street where Logan and Rory were standing directly below. Rory was pressed against Logan's chest looking up at him with an adoring smile. Emily noted that Logan had an equally besotted expression on his.

Letting the curtain flutter shut she moved back into Lorelai's view. "They do make a lovely couple, don't they?"

"They really do," Lorelai agreed. "And they are crazy about each other. I had my doubts about them at first but I think they are the real thing."

"Do you really think so?" Emily asked not able to keep the excitement out of her voice. "I mean, they are so young yet." She had obviously been working on not getting her hopes up. "Paris, you see them together everyday, what do you think?"

Paris muttered something under her breath, not pleased to be bothered while she was busy. "I think anyone who makes a commitment at 20 is crazy."

"But I think Lorelai is right," she added hurriedly at the annoyed expression on Emily's face. "They haven't gotten to the 'I love you' thing yet, because I don't think either one of them wants to be the first to admit it but it's there."

Emily looked as if she were fighting the urge to rub her hands together and jump up and down in excitement. Lorelai had disappointed her with so many of the choices she had made in her life but Rory seemed to be coming along nicely. Perhaps they would get that big society wedding after all.

All heads turned when the door came flying open and Rory stumbled into the room. Her cheeks had a rosy glow to them and her hair was slightly disheveled but the expression on her face was radiant. "Sorry that took so long," she apologized.

"That's all right," Emily said smiling hugely as she ushered her granddaughter into the room. "How is Logan?"

"Oh," Rory mumbled smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle in the front of her ice blue bridesmaid gown a little put out that it was so obvious where she had been. "He's fine."

"We were all just commenting on how you and Logan are a very handsome couple." Emily continued seemingly unaware of the discomfort she was causing Rory. "It's so nice to see a young couple who don't constantly maul and drool all over each other in public."

"Thanks," she said glaring at her mother and Paris who were both snickering then moved to change the subject. "People are already starting to show up. Dad and Michel are doing their pre usher duties by ushering them into Luke's to wait until they can be ushered to their seats."

This took Emily's attention off of Rory immediately and back to her daughter. "I don't understand why you are insisting on getting married outdoors. It's February for Heavens sake!"

"Because the gazebo is the center of town and this is our town. It is a sentimental thing, okay?"

"Well your guests are going to turn into ice sculptures. If you were so insistent on having an outside ceremony why didn't you wait until spring?"

"Because by spring I will be hugely pregnant."

"And you have all of a sudden decided to become conventional?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not exactly, it's just that by the spring I will no longer fit into my perfect size 8 wedding dress," Lorelai laughed as she got up to check hair which Paris had just finished. "And since I am apparently the main attraction it's best we do it this way to avoid everyone remembering a knocked up bride or worse yet one that is breast feeding at the alter."

"Always so crude," Emily told Rory and Paris. "Everything to her is just one big joke. This is the most important day of your life," she reminded Lorelai. "This is your day."

"No, mom," Lorelai said coming out of the bathroom slathering her hands with lotion. "This is Luke and my day. This is how we wanted things and even if all of our guests succumb to hypothermia or my hair goes flat in the middle of the ceremony I will still always look back at this day as one of my happiest because I am marrying the man I love."

For once Emily Gilmore was without words. Rory was not. She was at her mother's side in a second with her arms thrown around her neck ignoring Paris's order of 'watch the hair'.

"I am so happy for you and Luke. I don't know if I have told you that enough. I'm happy that you two have finally gotten you act together because you are meant to be."

"Don't you dare cry!" Paris yelped tugging Rory out of her mother's arms. "I don't have time to re do your make up. And you," she said turning to Lorelai, "don't even start. You're getting married, yippee! Cry after the ceremony. No one wants to look at a red, puffy, blubbering bride."

Rory and Lorelai were still giggling and wiping their eyes when there was a brisk knock at the door. "Who's there?" Emily called.

"It's Luke."

"What do you want?"

"Can I see Lorelai?" He asked sounding incredibly uncomfortable.

"No you may not," Emily snapped. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Now go away."

Luke was silent for a moment and they all strained to hear if he was actually going to follow Emily's order and go back down the stairs. "Can I talk to Rory then?" He finally asked.

Lorelai gave her daughter a little push. "Go see what he needs. You better not be getting cold feet, you got the milk for free now you need to buy the cow!" She called raising her voice to be heard through the closed door

Slipping out into the hall Rory grinned when she heard her grandmother admonish her mother.

"Hey Luke," she greeted cheerfully. "You look great." And he did in his new black suit and white silk tie. "Very handsome," she reached out to brush a fleck of lint off his lapel.

Looking down at his new cloths Luke grinned sheepishly then shrugged. "You get married you dress the part I guess. And look at you, you look beautiful."

"Thank you," Rory grinned. "Just wait until you see the bride though, she's a knock out."

"She's always a knock out," Luke said in a rare show of sentiment. As if realizing it he gave his head a little shake. "Listen, the reason I came up here is I have something to give to her. Since your grandmother is playing bridal police you are my only option."

"Okay," Rory agreed taking the little velvet covered box Luke handed to her. "Can I take a peek?"

He nodded and Rory opened the box and sighed at the string of pearls and matching earrings. "Oh, these are beautiful."

"They were my mom's. She wore them on her wedding day and I think she hoped Liz would wear them on hers but as it turned out Liz isn't the Pearl type and she's had more weddings then Liz Taylor. She said I should give them to Lorelai."

"She'll love them!" Rory assured him knowing that her mother really would. "If Grandma wasn't in there guarding the door I would totally let you in to give them to her yourself."

"I know you would."

"Well," Rory said motioning to the box "I guess I should go in and reassure the bride to be that her betrothed isn't sneaking out of town."

"Oh, okay," Luke agreed thrusting his hands into his pockets. "I guess I'll see you out there then."

"You sure will," Rory said reaching up on her tip toes to give Luke a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad it's you she's marrying."

Luke didn't say anything right away but Rory could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I'm glad she's marrying me too," he finally said. "And I'm glad that I get to be your step dad."

There was an awkward pause for a moment as the two of them searched for the proper words. Luke wasn't her father and she wasn't his daughter but there had been several occasions when both of them had wished that wasn't so.

"We're family," Rory said trying not to cry and bring the wrath of Paris down on her. "Let's skip the step stuff."

Luke wrapped his arms around her and gave her a squeeze. Pulling back Rory smiled at him. "I should get back in there."

"Yeah, you probably should," Luke was about to turn and go back down the stairs but turned again quickly. "Rory?"

"Yeah?"

"I guess you know this but I asked Jess to be my best man. I probably should have asked you before I did it or at least said something before today. You're okay with it though, right?"

Rory knew from the start that Jess would be at the wedding and her mother had told her that Luke has asked him to be his best man but it didn't bother her. "Its fine, all the stuff between Jess and I is over. I've moved on and I hope he has too."

"I've told him that you have a boyfriend and that you're happy. He's going to be on his best behavior."

"Okay," Rory said surprised to realize that much like Dean she had not thought of Jess in ages. He was the past and as much as he had hurt her at the time now it didn't matter.

"I'll take this in to mom now. See you out there."

Luke was on his way down the stairs when he heard Rory step into the room and announce, "He's half way to Canada now. Said something about joining a monastery. But he did leave you some serious bling to remember him by."

He laughed when he heard the squeal of delight. With any luck he would be hearing that sound for the rest of his life.

Hi guys! I know there is no Rory/Logan interaction in this chapter but this one (and the next) are kind of about Luke and Lorelai who I love. But I do have a really sweet, gooey Valentines day treat in store for you all which is all about Rory and Logan. Have a nice weekend all, it's my birthday (I am such a dork, I made Luke and Lorelai's wedding on my birthday!) so I am hoping I will! Thanks as always for the reviews, they make my day!