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A/N: Jess is coming back, oh my, I am intrigued.

Jess's POV:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mariano, you are making this quite impossible." I groaned as the tailor tried to measure my leg's length. After two hours and he was still measuring my body parts, I was this close to ask him if I should lose my pants so he could measure my manly attachment too.

That guy annoyed the hell out of me and I was doing my best to exactly show him what I was thinking of him. It was one thing that I got dragged into this, but totally another to have an approximately eighty years old bald guy with a beer belly touch me in a totally inappropriate way. I was gonna make sure that Rory would be paying for this.

"Well, you're incredibly …" I was cut off by an annoyed Luke who was standing in the exact same position as me.

"Jess, please, just let the man do his job, the sooner he's finished, the sooner we're gonna be the hell out of here." Amen to that! I smirked at Luke.

"So, Uncle Luke, don´t tell me you do not enjoy her fingers wandering up and down your body." I glanced at the guy's young and female assistant who had to fit Luke's tux.

Luke glared at me and suddenly flinched and jumped back.

"Damnit, you are supposed to just fit the goddamn tux and not sew my leg to it at the same time." Now, that was funny. The girl looked suddenly afraid and close to tears, and Luke seemed to make it only worse for her by mumbling some lame apologies. I started to laugh slightly as the sight in front of me. Luke's expression was priceless and I started to wonder that maybe it was all worth it.

Flashback

I was sitting at the kitchen table with Tate on my lap, feeding him his mashed apples, which by the way looked pretty disgusting, when Rory entered the room.

She leaned against the door frame and observed us, sighing.

She then came over and placed a soft kiss on Tate's forehead and stroke my hair.

I smirked.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? You kissing me and stroking his hair?"

" I have the feeling that have to do a lot more than just kissing you to make up for what I am about to tell you." She sighed and took a seat next to us.

"Huh?" I waited for her to continue. She watched me with an expressionless face and sighed again.

"So, I just got back from my grandmother." Nothing good could result out of this.

"And?" I shifted Tate in my lap since my ass was about to fall asleep any second now. Rory opened her arms to signalize that she wanted to hold Tate. I handed him over to her and leaned back in my seat somehow relieved. I scanned her face; she seemed to be exhausted and troubled.

"Hey, Ror, the suspense is killing me here, what did she do now? " I asked softly, sensing Rory's despair.

" shewantstoplanthewedding." I coughed, suddenly feeling like being hit by a truck, an enormous weight lying on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry? Did you just say what I think you said?" Rory shrugged her shoulders and sighed yet again.

"What do you think I said you think I said? "She placed another spoonful of this unidentified mashed stuff into Tate's mouth.

"Rory!" I tilted my head and said it in a strong determined voice that told her not to mess with me right now.

"Yes." That's all I get?

"And? You told her of course that we have that covered right?...right?" my eyes bore right into hers, begging her practically to confirm this. She took a deep breath and stood up.

" You're not walking out of this argument." I stated, rather harshly.

" So, now we are in an argument?" she said over her shoulder as she left the room.

I walked after her and exclaimed.

" You rather want this to be a fight, because I sure as hell am prepared for one." She placed Tate in his crib, turned around and looked at me.

" God, jess, why are you blowing everything out of proportion?" I am sorry?

" well, since you just got home, telling me something about your grandmother wanting to plan the wedding and then not answering me, I think I have every fucking right to blow this out of proportion, no wait, I think this is all into the right proportions." She looked down defeated.

" I may have chickened out." Her voice was barely above a whisper, guilt obvious in her voice.

" You may have chickened out? You may have chickened out?" I was on the verge of yelling right now. Tate started to cry and Rory looked at me accusingly.

" Now, look what you did!" and the world just stopped spinning around its axis.

" Rory, may I have a word with you in the kitchen?" I asked politely although my tone was laced with anger.

I didn´t wait for her response but stormed off into the kitchen and turned around facing her, my hands on my hip, waiting for her to start talking.

Rory followed me closely and sat down on her formerly deserted chair.

" She was just going on about being part of the wedding and stuff and I just couldn't …." She trailed off, avoiding my eyes.

" You just couldn't what?" I asked somewhat accusingly. When she wouldn´t answer I continued.

" You couldn't be grown up enough to tell her that we didn´t want her to plan our wedding. You couldn't be mature enough to tell her that we have it all covered, that we only want a small wedding!" I was furious now, Rory was a grown woman, an adult and she was still not standing up for herself. Rory was getting smaller and smaller in her seat , now only resembling an insecure little child. I was mad at me for thinking that, but that's what it seemed to be.

" So what? When Tate's gonna be old enough, you're gonna let her decide which school he should attend or which friends he should hang out with? Damnit Rory, grow a fucking backbone." She suddenly jerked up from her seat.

" Don´t you dare fucking yell at me like that, okay?" I was stunned, I have never seen Rory swearing like this, yet alone yelling at me like that. We were now in a full grown fight and it wouldn´t be me to back off now. I stepped a few inches forward.

" What? Rory? Was I wrong? And you know what? You didn´t even ask me. You decided this on your own, oh no, sorry you let your El Duce decide this for you. Despite official belief, this is my wedding, too. And there is no way in hell, I'm gonna let her plan the wedding, our wedding. Flower girls, wearing pink and bridesmaids wearing more pink and you wearing some dress you don´t even like and…" I trailed off, suddenly exhausted. I glided down on the floor, banging my head against the counter.

" This isn't us, Rory, we made fun of weddings like this." I said, my voice now softer, but still full of confusion and slight traces of anger.

" I know this, okay, I know it. Don´t you think I tried to get out of this? I really did." I glanced at her tear strained face, trying not to let it get to me when I said.

" Well, apparently not hard enough then." My voice was sharp, contradicting my feelings.

I got up, left the room and let her time to think.

Flashback end

The fight had lasted for about five days. Five days that I slept with her back facing me at night, not wanting to be near me. I knew I had overstepped some boundaries when I had told her all these things and I knew that I had hurt her, but I had been so damn tired of always stepping back and letting other people decide. Even Lorelai had been considerate and tried to call a truce between us, once in her life taking my side, which of course made Rory even sadder. Me for my part, I didn´t need Lorelai in this, I didn´t need Lorelai to take sides.

On the fifth day of our fight, Rory had broken down, telling me that I had been right but that I shouldn't have yelled at her like this. We decided that Emily would be part of the wedding but that all major decisions would be made by us. I knew that Rory would be in trouble for this, but she was telling me all over again, that once in her life she wouldn´t let Emily win. I knew that she loved her grandmother more than anything but at the same time she knew that she wouldn´t be happy having the wedding Emily-style. In the following days there was a lot of fighting and angry phone calls from Emily, but Rory stayed tough, determined to plan her own wedding with only slight influences from Emily. Unfortunately for me, these slight influences included the tuxedos for the groom and his best man, i.e. Luke and me. And now, while this freaking guy was enjoying his duty way too much for my taste I regretted agreeing.

"Is it just me or am I looking like a waiter?" Luke interrupted my thoughts. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking skeptically at his refection, shaking his head. He looked as uncomfortable as I felt.

" You know what ? I think this is a perfect " and then we can hold hands and skip afterwards" -moment, don´t you think?" I smirked at him while he nodded.

" And beer it is afterwards!" he stated and went to change.

With a relieved greeting and a fake " come again soon" we were finally released to meet the girls in the diner.

Lorelai and Rory who had been shopping as well, already awaited us in the diner, chatting happily, drinking coffee and entertaining Tate who seemed to be very pleased with the attention he was getting.

The bell above the door announced our arrival and before I knew what was happening, Lorelai started ranting.

"Jess, you should have seen her, she looked amazing gorgeous, stunning." I looked over to where Rory was sitting and she was beaming, covered in an unidentifiable glow. I smirked and went over to her. I leaned down, whispering in her ear.

" So you found it, huh?" Rory shivered as my breath tickled her neck.

She just nodded, leaning her forehead against my chest, breathing in my scent.

When she looked up again, her eyes were glistering with tears, happy tears.

" Yeah, I found it, the perfect dress." Her content, happy voice reflected mine when I told her.

" I can´t wait to see it." She smiled at me and added.

" It´s as anti-Romanov as it gets." I returned the smile, an honest one.

" One month left!" she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled into my chest and mumbled something that sounded extremely like:

"I can´t wait!"

"So, you're ready for this?" Luke was sitting in front of me, holding a bottle of beer. I shrugged.

"I didn´t know that drinking a beer would lead to actual talking." I leaned back in my seat and smirked at Luke and at his attempt to converse.

" you know, since I am with Lorelai and… you know how I've known Rory practically all her life, I don´t know if I should be giving you this whole " hurt her and you die" speech because it seems to be wrong since you're , I mean …" he trailed off, looking slightly uncomfortable. I instantly sobered up, suddenly understanding what he was getting at. I nodded,

" Hmm, you know I wouldn´t hurt her, at least not willingly." Luke stared at me for some time, making me feel awkward and edgy. He took a last sip of his beer and got up to get a fresh bottle.

His back was facing me, while he opened the fridge in his old apartment that somehow was his escape when he wanted to be alone.

" You know" his voice broke the silence that had settled around us.

" Maybe I should give her that speech since you are, well you know, my nephew." The word "son" was hanging in the air and we both knew that that was the exact word he actually intended to say. I let out a semi drunk breath and shook my bottle, listening to the sound the liquid made as it splashed against the glass.

" You know, I'm pretty sure that we will hurt each other, not intended, but these things happen but at the same time I also know that we will make up." I could hear Luke chuckle slightly.

" It´s weird. You are that is. Talking about hurting each other, all grown up and mature. It actually freaks me out. Big time." He suddenly turned around and scanned my face.

" You're grown up." He exclaimed, somewhat proud deep down.

I swallowed, ready to get over my pride.

" I wouldn´t be here if it wasn't for you. I wouldn´t be getting married to Rory if it wasn't for you."

" Well, you wouldn´t have met her if it wasn't for me, I know this." I shook my head, how could he be so oblivious of what I wanted to tell him.

" That's not what I meant." Luke adjusted his cap, finally getting it.

"Oh!" I laughed.

"Yeah, oh and if you let that slip, I will have to kill you, understand?" Luke laughed and said.

" I'm gonna put that on my coffee- to- go- cups." I leaned back in my seat and glared at him.

" And he wonders why I never tell him things." We locked eyes for about a second then looked away all of a sudden, reaching a silent understanding.

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