a/n: So this is it. It's over. This is actually kind of big for me, since it's the first multi-chapter that I'm doing. I'm so psyched that I FINISHED it, but I'm so, so, sad that it's over. It's bittersweet, to say the least. Thank you SO much to penelope-applegate, meg-breanne, gamerbunny, greenscarfgirl, goodgirl793, angel1178, and everyone else who reviewed, whether it be for just one chapter or for every single one. To everyone who reviewed, favorited, alerted, or just read. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my work. I really appreciate it.

On a side note, Nate is really. And I fell in love with him. And then I fell out of love and moved on.

This doesn't necessarily mean that they break up. I have their futures all mapped out. If you want some spoilers, PM me. :D

FYI, this last chapter isn't SUPER-awesome, but it's how I saw fit to end the story. So I hope you like. I only got 14 reviews for the last chapter, so I'm wondering, was there something wrong with it? ):

Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Straub Hayden

request the honour of your presence

at the marriage of their daughter

Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Hayden III

to

Logan James Elias Huntzberger

Saturday, the sixteenth of July

two thousand and eleven

at two o'clock in the afternoon

Trinity Presbyterian Church

3434 Roswell Road

Hartford, Connecticut

-RL-

July 15th, 2011. Hayden residence. 6:30 PM.

"Oh, my God," Lorelai gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth. "Oh, Ro, you look so beautiful."

And she did.

As she descended the stairs her eyes shone brightly. Almost as if she couldn't wait for this day to be over so she could get married already. Unfortunately for her, she still had a whole day before the wedding. In about two hours, everyone would be coming over for the rehearsal dinner, and that would be the last time that she would be referred to as Rory Hayden.

It was exciting.

But right now, she was wearing a dress bought specifically for the rehearsal dinner, and everyone seemed to unanimously agree that she looked beautiful.

"You're going to knock Logan's socks off tomorrow, Ro."

Rory laughed. "If he remembers to wear socks."

"He probably won't," Lorelai joked.

"I think I'm going to cry," April said, biting back a smile. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she was smiling because she didn't know what else to do. Her sister was going to leave home tomorrow, for good, and they wouldn't even share a last name anymore. They wouldn't be 'The Older Hayden Girls' anymore. Or 'The Gilmore Girls', or anything. They would be Mrs. Huntzberger and Miss Hayden and no matter how much she loved Logan, the fact just plain sucked.

"You've been crying a lot lately," Lorelai stated. "I didn't think your life was that bad."

"It's 'because Nathan's in London, Mommy," Gigi commented. "April misses him."

"For your information, he got back last night. And so what if I miss him, you little twerp, he's my boyfriend. I'm allowed. One day, you'll miss a guy, too."

Gigi wrinkled her nose in response. "Boys have cooties."

"You hug Logan and Nate all the time."

"But they're old."

"Who's old," Chris asked, entering the foyer. He was buttoning his shirt, but his fingers fumbled. Lorelai went over to help him, answering his question on the way. "Logan and Nate, according to Gigi."

Christopher's face fell at his wife's words. "Oh, boy." Since he was turning 40 this year, Chris was starting to become sensitive about his age. Lorelai, on the other hand, was taking it in stride. According to her, not that many people could have a college graduate kid and still be young. As she rightly mentioned to Chris, 'We could have been as old as the Huntzbergers.' Chris had shuddered at the thought.

"Okay, everyone. I get that we're feeling nostalgic, but this weekend is my weekend."

"Of course, Ro-ro. Now get down here, people should be arriving any moment."

And, as if on cue, Rory and Chris reached the bottom of the stairs as the doorbell rang. Moments later, the Gilmores and the Haydens rushed in.

And so the night began.

-RL-

The Wedding Day

"Ro! Are you ready?" Chris knocked on the door to Rory's dressing room. It was nearing two, and everyone was expecting her to be out soon. They had to walk down the dreaded aisle.

Today was a nightmare for Chris. His daughter, his oldest baby girl, was getting married.

To a younger version of him.

Granted Logan had cleaned up his act since getting engaged. Whenever the two were around each other, you could feel how much Logan loved Rory. So perhaps he had gotten lucky. There were worse people than Logan Huntzberger to give your daughter away to, after all.

"Come in, Dad," Rory called through the door. Heeding her words, he pushed open the door to find all the women in his family spread out through the room. April, already in her bridesmaid dress, was finishing Gigi's hair. Francine, Lorelai, and Emily were gathered around Rory, staring into the mirror nostalgically. The older three women were already sniffling, and the bride was blinking back tears.

"Now that is just sad," Chris said. Instantly, all eyes were on him. "You don't make the bride cry on her wedding day."

"What are you talking about, Dad? Brides always cry."

"Yeah, Ape, but they shouldn't."

"Daddy," Rory spoke up. "Don't tell me you don't want to cry, too."

"Of course I do," he said, striding over to stand behind his daughter. Emily and Francine moved out of the way, leaving Rory standing in front of her parents. "Logan Huntzberger, Ro? Are you sure you don't want to back out of this? There's still time."

Rory laughed through her tears as Lorelai lightly hit Chris on the shoulder. Chris winced exaggeratedly. "I'm sure, Dad. There's no one else."

Chris sighed dejectedly. "All right. If you're sure."

"Oh, she's sure," April snorted. "Couldn't stop smiling this whole week."

"Really, now, Ape?" Rory turned to her sister. "I seem to remember this one weekend, not too long ago, after a certain someone kissed you-"

"You're with Nate?" Chris' eyes bugged out at his teenage daughter. How had he not known about this?

April's eyes widened in fear. Crap. "Ro knew about this," she pointed at her older sister. Chris turned to his eldest daughter, whose eyes widened in fear, too.

"Mom!" Rory said in explanation, pointing at Lorelai.

"Lorelai!"

Lorelai looked helplessly from her daughters to her husband. "Well you know what? You didn't tell me she almost got hit by a car."

"But-"

He was interrupted by another knock. They all turned expectantly to the doorway, and when Nate stuck his head in, April visibly brightened. "Hey," he grinned, eyes roaming down her body.

She blushed lightly. "Hey."

Chris cleared his throat, "Ahem."

Nate went red. "Right. Uh, it's time, Mr. H."

"That'll be 'sir' to you."

"Right. Sir."

Gigi went first, grabbing Nate's hand as she walked out the door. Emily and Francine walked out behind them, leaving Lorelai and Chris with their two older girls.

"Nice job, Dad," April commented dryly. "Totally appreciate that."

"He was checking you out in front of me!"

"In his defense, Hun, our daughter does look beautiful."

"Not the point, Lorelai."

"I think, Dad," Rory put her hand on his shoulder. "That you don't want to give away two daughters to the same family on the same day."

"Aw, Daddy. I just have a boyfriend," April stepped up and wrapped her arms around Chris, Rory and Lorelai following suit. "But I'd also really like to have a brother-in-law, so I suggest we get a move on."

"Alright," Chris sighed for the umpteenth time. "Let's go get Rory married."

April smiled.

"But we'll be talking about you and Nate later. I let the boy into your room."

The smile disappeared.

-RL-

Honor and Josh walked down the aisle first.

Then Derek and Paris. Logan hadn't realized that Paris would be in the wedding, but Rory had looked at him as if to say "really?" and the matter had been settled then. Kat was sitting in the pews next to his Aunt Lily; Cameron was bouncing on her knees, looking up at his parents. Derek winked at Kat as he passed her, and she smiled widely back. If it wasn't his wedding, Logan was pretty sure he'd have grabbed Rory and hijacked it anyways, seeing a scene like that.

He wanted to be chained to her for the rest of his life. Now.

Bachelorhood be damned.

Nate squirmed in his suit, anxious to see April. Logan turned to his side and said out of the side of his mouth, "It's my wedding, kiddo, not yours."

"Up yours, Logan," Nate glared.

"We're in a church, Nate," he said, turning back to the aisle, where Will was currently walking down, looking solemn and serious with a plush cushion in his hands. The four-year-old took his job as a ring-bearer extremely seriously.

Nate bit back a laugh. "As if you're not already thinking of your honeymoon."

Touché.

April came down the aisle then, following Gigi and the flowers that the little girl was throwing everywhere. She was looking straight up at the altar and winked, but Logan didn't know whether it was for him or his cousin.

Thirty seconds later, he didn't even care, because her sister was standing at the end of the aisle.

His heart stopped when he saw her walking down the aisle.

Now, he wasn't a dress kind of guy. He didn't really care what Rory wore as long as she was smiling and, you know, with him, but this...

Well, he could get used to this.

He didn't know who made the dress, or how much money it cost (probably a ridiculously large amount), but he knew that all the effort all the women in their families had gone through to find the dress had paid off because frankly, his jaw was dropping.

Internally, at least, because if his jaw actually dropped, he would start drooling, and Derek had already told him before the ceremony that he would be watching the groom's face as the bride came down the aisle. And Logan had no doubt that he would be teased for the rest of his life if he was drooling at his fiancé during the wedding ceremony.

Then again, there were worse things to be teased about.

Especially since Rory looked...well, Rory looked amazing right now.

She was wearing a white dress (he smirked at the irony), with a neckline that he could definitely appreciate, and a deep purple sash the color of his tie tied just above her waist. But the best part was that she was looking at him coyly, her smile as wide as his, if not wider, saying, 'I can't wait to be married to you.'

Had the aisle been this long at rehearsal yesterday?

He honestly couldn't remember.

But it didn't matter anymore, since Chris was putting her hand in his and kissing his daughter's cheek, and he vaguely heard a "keep her happy, Logan."

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man here today?" Revered Alexander asked.

"Her mother and I do," Chris answered. Then he stepped back and took a seat next to Lorelai. Will immediately clambered onto his lap.

And then Logan didn't really see anything except Rory's face because they were getting married.

And it was pretty freaking awesome.

Something like ten minutes into the wedding ceremony, when Rory and Logan were saying "I do", Nate finally got the courage to look up at April's face. He wasn't ready to get married, or anything; he was only eighteen after all, but looking around at the church and the flowers and April in her purple dress, it kind of made him think about a day when he would want it.

Maybe in ten years or so.

April, unfortunately, didn't seem to be thinking along the same lines as him. She'd kissed him on the cheek when she saw him and then waved him away. That sucked, though, because she looked really pretty. Rory was apparently secure in the knowledge of Logan's feelings, and obviously didn't feel that a pretty bridesmaid dress would get in the way of the wedding, so April was dressed in a silky, light purple, floor length dress, with some white dangly earrings. Her hair was up, in some twisty, curly, ponytail thing that he didn't care much for, but it would be easier to kiss her when her hair was out of the way...

Anyways.

He was nervous.

It was stupid, seeing as how she was his girlfriend, and he'd seen her last night, but...

He had been in London for a month. And they'd talked and stuff, but it wasn't the same. She was busy finished her junior year, and he was busy keeping track of Louis and interning at his father's friend's law office, and a whole month had passed and here they were.

Him staring at her, and her staring at the bride and groom.

What if she didn't want him anymore?

Logan had prepared vows.

This was not what they had agreed to.

They had figured out everything; her younger sister and brother would be flower girl and ring bearer, Nate and April would be Best Man and Maid of Honor. Derek would walk down the aisle with Paris. They would use the vows the pastor gave them.

But no.

Logan had to go and be spontaneous, and now he had vows and she had nothing, and how dare he do this to her?

"Rory," he pulled her closer. The pastor cleared his throat and she blushed, stepping back to her original spot. "Rory, I'm sorry, I know we agreed not to have our own vows, but...you know me. I'm spontaneous."

Everyone in the church laughed at this, and she only blushed harder.

"I love you, Rory. I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of saying that," he grinned. "All my life I've been Logan Huntzberger, the guy who gets by on Daddy's money. You changed that. You changed me, for the better. And because you did that, I am so happy that I get to spend the rest of my life with you, whether you call me 'Master and Commander' or no. Although, it is preferable." He bit his lip and let out a breath, growing more serious. "Today, I become a man; a husband. I become someone who accountable to someone other than myself. Someone more important to me than myself. I promise to love you, cherish you, to stay beside you in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer. I promise to share your sorrows and your worries, your happy times, sad times, your crazy times, all of your times. But most of all, Ms. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore-Hayden III, I promise to always respect you and make sure you always get your coffee. Because, honestly, you've been kind enough to give me the opportunity, and I couldn't say no to you even if I tried."

She was crying by now, sniffling slightly, tears running down her face. "I love you, too. And I just... God, so much, Logan, so much. It's just... I can't remember what life was like before you, and I don't even want to try. These past nine months have been crazy, it's been a whirlwind of falling in love and finishing college and I think I'm finally growing up," she laughed, wiping away tears. "I'm honored that you changed your ways for me, that you trusted me enough and respected me enough to give me all of you. I promise to love and cherish you, to make sure you don't work too hard, to help you become whoever, whatever you want to be. I promise to stand by your side, no matter what, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, through times of happiness and travail and you're my best friend. I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather marry."

He slipped the ring on her finger then, an added weight she hadn't mentally prepared herself for, and for half a second she thought to just stand and stare at it before she realized that she had to put one on him. As soon as she slipped his ring on, they both looked expectantly at the minister, who nodded, chuckling.

"By the power vested in my by the state of Connecticut, I know pronounce you Man...and Wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Logan wasted no time in pulling her to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Hi, Mrs. Huntzberger." And then his lips were on hers and she was smiling into the kiss and they were married.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Logan James Elias Huntzberger."

Holy cow.

She was now Mrs. Lorelai Leigh Logan James Elias Huntzberger. But then Logan smiled at her and her stomach swooped, and it struck her then that she was still just Rory.

Huntzberger.

"I love you," he whispered, the pad of his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. "Mrs. Huntzberger."

Her stomach swooped again, and she grinned. "I love hearing that."

"Mrs. Huntzberger," he whispered again, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Mrs. Rory Huntzberger. I love you."

"I have a feeling I'm going to be hearing that a lot today," she joked.

"Oh, Ace, you're gonna be hearing a lot of that for the rest of your life."

As they made their way down the aisle, everyone started standing up to head outside.

"I can't believe I'm this giddy."

"I'm kind of incredulous myself, Ace."

"I love you," she grinned.

He chuckled. "Right back at you."

Nate in a tux should be illegal, April thought as she walked down the aisle, the boy in question walking right beside her. The aisle was small, though, and people from the pews were flooding into it behind her, trying to make their way out of the church. As a result, Nate had wrapped his arm around her, bringing her as close to him as was possible and started walking forward.

He smelt really good.

He looked really good.

After not seeing him in person for a month, seeing him just there made her dizzy. Like she wasn't going crazy anymore because the guy she was in love with actually existed and wasn't a figment of her imagination.

But what if he didn't want her anymore? He had come up to her nervously last night, and she had been so scared of what he was going to say that she had kissed him on his cheek and tried to hightail out as fast as possible.

It really sucked being in a relationship where she actually cared.

"You look really pretty," he whispered into her ear, leaning down. She almost stopped walking, but he pushed her forward, so that they wouldn't block the rest of the aisle. Instead, she just wrapped her arm around his waist, a smile unconsciously forming on her face.

Wedding Reception. Sometime after 6 o'clock.

'You are the light, to my soul. You are my purpose, you're everything. And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?'

Of all songs for her sister and Logan to choose for their first dance, it had to be the one song that had the power to make her cry?

If she was 21, she'd be drunk by now.

"This is such a pretty song," Nate said, stepping up to her. She had been standing alone a little bit away from the bar, staring at the dance floor wistfully, wishing he was still standing next to her, his scent filling her sense. And then he was, and the chorus started, everyone was filling up the dance floor. "Don't you think so?"

'But you tell me, how could it be, any better than this?'

"Let's dance," she announced.

"As you wish."

He took her hand and led her to the dance floor, putting one arm on her hip, the other in the air, holding hers.

"Oh, are we doing this the real way?"

"I dunno. Do you wanna do the watered-down high school version?"

"Yeah," she paused. "It's easier to kiss you that way."

"Then by all means," he smirked back, letting go of her hand and wrapping both arms around her waist.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too. I was totally looking forward to getting to make out with you when I got back but then you gypped me of that and I got a measly kiss on the cheek. Wanna explain what that was about?" he raised his eyebrows.

She blushed. "I was nervous."

"Are you still?"

"Yes," she answered honestly. "Being around you makes me nervous."

He rested his forehead on hers. "Do I give you butterflies?"

"Shut up, Nate!"

"I'm just kidding." She raised her eyebrows. "Okay, no I'm not. I give you butterflies."

"You sound proud."

"Of course I'm proud. It's nice to be in a relationship where the other person is putting as much on the line for you as you are for them, you know?"

"Yeah," she whispered. "I know." She tugged on his tie, something that she'd seen Rory do to Logan countless times before, and Nate easily complied.

"Do I get to kiss you now?"

"Yep."

"Thank God."

Thank God, indeed.

"So," Logan said. They were dancing to their first song, Everything by Lifehouse, and for the past two minutes, neither one of them had said a word.

"Soooo," she said.

"This is nice."

"I love you."

"Is it weird that I'm still not sick of saying that? Or hearing it?"

"I don't think so. I mean, it is our wedding day."

"If I ever forget the sixteenth of July again, you will murder me, won't you."

"You can bet your bottom dollar on it, Annie."

"That's really reassuring, Ace."

"Anytime. It's what I'm here for."

"You're my wife."

"I am," she sighed contently, resting her head on his chest. "We should do this every day."

"Get married?" he asked amusedly.

"No, dance. But, you know, we can get married again if you want to."

"I'll get married a million times if I get to marry you."

"I can't even say 'so cheesy' today. It's like I'm in this little bubble of happiness where cheese makes me happy."

"I'm so full of cheese, Ace, you don't even know."

"Oh, God."

"I love you."

"Hey, you know what?" she raised her head to look up at him. "I think I love you, too."

"I'm so glad you think this after you marry me."

"Hey, come on now. My dad asked me to second guess myself."

"And what did you say?"

"That there was no one else I'd rather marry."

"No one else I'd-"

"Are you wearing socks?" she asked suddenly, interrupting his sentence.

"Uh, no, I forgot this morning. Nerves. Why?"

She simply laughed in response.

Ting, ting, ting.

Nate tapped his fork on his glass, trying to get everyone's attention. When the roomful of people started to pay attention to him, he cleared his throat. He wasn't nervous, he'd done this before. But this was Logan and Rory's wedding reception. If he screwed this up, he was toast.

"Hey everyone, I hope you're all having a good evening." There were various murmurs of assent, so he continued. "I had a speech prepared, but uh… it must have fallen out of my pocket earlier."

Lies. April had pushed his jacket off earlier and it had fallen to the floor. That small note card was probably stuck beneath some fur coats in the coatroom.

Not that anyone needed to know they were ever in the coatroom.

"SO, I'm just going to go with what was in my head and hope it turns out complimentary." More laughs from the crowd. Some of these people actually sounded amused. "Logan has always been as much of a brother to me as my actual brother, Derek. This can be attributed to a number of reasons, but I think it's just because Logan cares. He's the middle one in all of us cousins, but he's been there for each and every one of us, no matter what. He's fiercely loyal and overprotective, and you'll never know it just looking at him, but he'll go out of his way to make you happy if you mean something to him. It's probably because of Logan that my brother's married right now. It is because of Logan that Honor and Emerson are married to awesome guys.

"Unfortunately, I never thought that he'd have the same chance at happiness as everyone else. He never seemed to want it. Or, at least, if he did, he never showed it. But then he met Rory, and for the first time, he seemed fired up about a girl. Someone who didn't care that he was Logan Huntzberger or that he was rich or who his dad was. No offense, Uncle Mitch. Ro," Nate turned to his sister-in-law. "I, personally, do not think Logan could do any better than you. You are way out of his league, but I cannot imagine him being with anyone else, and I just…thank you for making him happy, because he deserves it. You do, too, and I just want to say, congratulations, to the both of you. Everyone deserves what you two have, and the two of you wouldn't have gotten it if you didn't. I wish you both an extremely happy married life. To Rory and Logan!"

"To Rory and Logan!" everyone cheered. Nate sat down, winking at his girlfriend as she stood up. 'Beat that,' he mouthed.

'Bring it,' she said back.

"Hey everyone!" she waved her fingers, smiling coyly. Again, everyone answered her at the same time. She waited until they were done to start speaking again. "Nate and I promised that we wouldn't make this a competition, but then he winked at me when he was sitting down and I decided that I could probably give a better speech than my boyfriend. So, you know, clap harder for me." At this, Logan started laughing loudly, and Rory was biting back a smile, too.

"Ro's my big sister. All my life, I've heard about Rory this and Rory that and just how perfect and amazing Rory was. I used to hate it. But then I grew up a little bit, and people started talking about me and how perfect and amazing I was and would be, and then I realized: Being under the spotlight is hard. My sister is my role model. She did so many things that I would never do, simply because I don't feel the need, or I'm not strong enough to face the pressure. A coming-out? No thank you, I don't want to wear the dress, or find the escort, or…" she shook her head. "Just no. But Rory did it. She's done so much, from all her high school things to all her college things and she's just amazing. The one thing she never thought much about, though, was love. My sister's a planner. She never mentioned it, but I'm sure she had it in her life plan somewhere; that she'd have kids by the time she was thirty. I wasn't even close to doubting that it would happen. She's Rory, of course it would, but that it would happen with Logan Huntzberger, I had no idea. When I first met Logan, I thought he was nice. Then he decided to break up a date between me and some guy I liked. Needless to say, as mad as I was, I was pretty impressed. Within a week, the guy was already treating us like his own family, overprotective macho man tendencies and all. Ro fell for it hook-line-and sinker, and it didn't take long after to realize that this was it. Whether she knew it or not, she was going to fall in love with this man. I'm really glad you found her, Logan. You're honestly the best thing that could ever happen to her. I don't feel like I'm giving away a sister. I feel like I've gained a brother. So yes, I love you, too. Congratulations!"

And then suddenly, it was over. The cake had been cut, the food eaten, the pictures taken. Slowly, everyone had started to leave, and eventually, the only people left were the photographers, the videographers, the DJ, and the family.

Just as Logan and Rory were trying to sneak away (really, what took them so long?), Emily called them back.

"Hold on, you two," she called behind to their backs. "Let's get one last family picture in, alright?"

Grumbling, all of them got together. Some half-asleep, some half-drunk, all of them happy.

The three young mothers were in the front row to the right, Honor and Emerson with their sons on their laps, Katarina's pregnant stomach sticking out. Logan and Rory were in the center, Gigi and Will standing in front of them. Nate and April, his arms around her, her grin almost as wide as her sister. Lorelai and Chris, her trying to get him to smile, him kissing her cheek. And the grandparents were in there, too, with Logan's aunt and uncle and his parents. There were a lot of them, and they weren't all close, but there it was.

One wedding, one large extended family.

Click.

a/n: and that's it. It's done. I really hoped you liked it. Once again, thank you. A lot of people have been asking about the sequel. Let me clear some stuff up.

I like drama as much as the next person, but I like to keep things realistic. Apart from the arranged marriage thing, this story was just a Romance story, a simple thing about two people falling in love. The next story will have a different plot, set in the future. Some will be more cynical, some jaded, some mature, some douche-baggy, but they will all have changed, grown up some. I hope you won't be disappointed.

Basically, Nate proposes, April says no. It's my take on what SHOULD have happened with Rory and Logan (hence Nate going to Palo Alto). But, since Nate and April are two different people, it'll be different. It kicks off on Rory and Logan's younger daughter's fifth birthday.

Anyone have any name suggestions? I already have mine, but if you're logged in and have a PM feature, and you guess one, I'll send you a sneak peek. Or, leave an e-mail address.

Sequel should be up soon!

ALSO, I need to know, what field of business should Nate be into? Business, Law, Medicine?