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asinglewordwilldoLast night, I dreamed of our future wedding…Lorelai’s and mine. Well…I dreamed about the reception. It was lovely…and disturbing, in equal parts.
Lovely because everything was perfect…and disturbing because it began with Miss Patti dragging me out onto the dance floor and promptly started groping me as we swayed to a slow song…yet not slow enough to warrant the hold she had firmly on my backside.
I know that Paul was my best man, and Evey was a bridesmaid…Matty was our ring bearer. Rory was the maid of honor, and a beautiful one at that. The wedding was in Star’s Hollow, and the town square hosted our reception…catered by Sookie of course.
The whole affair was a comedy of errors…that queer young man Kirk did photography, and Rory’s friend Jess attended as our DJ. Lorelai was rather pleased with him for being there, I knew…probably because her mother was present and didn’t seem very happy with any of it, until Taylor Doose invited her to dance.
The most vivid detail, though, was when I finally took Lorelai out onto the floor and the music began to play. And that was the single, shining fact that made it all so glorious…holding in my arms Mrs. Alva Keel, regardless of what the marriage certificate might saywhen we do get married, love, I still say taking my name would be a lovely, traditional touch. The mother of my child…the woman of my dreams.
I remember she kissed me…then begged me to let her start Vogue-ing to give her mother a heart attack.
And just before I woke up, I remember thinking that demons could have consumed my flesh in that instant…fire could have fallen from the sky, the apocalypse I’ve been working to prevent could have arrived in that very moment, and I would have died content.
As many fears and doubts as I might have about this road I’m now traveling…I know they’re natural. And I know that in the end, they don’t matter.
I’m in love…I’m going to be a father, and I’m going to marry the loveliest of the Gilmore Girlswho lives for Mallowmars and coffee and *doesn’t* attend Yale.
I’m scared…I’m nervous…I’m thoroughly intimidated…but I’m happy, and eager for that dream to become a reality. And nothing in the world’s going to change that.
Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 387
Lovely because everything was perfect…and disturbing because it began with Miss Patti dragging me out onto the dance floor and promptly started groping me as we swayed to a slow song…yet not slow enough to warrant the hold she had firmly on my backside.
I know that Paul was my best man, and Evey was a bridesmaid…Matty was our ring bearer. Rory was the maid of honor, and a beautiful one at that. The wedding was in Star’s Hollow, and the town square hosted our reception…catered by Sookie of course.
The whole affair was a comedy of errors…that queer young man Kirk did photography, and Rory’s friend Jess attended as our DJ. Lorelai was rather pleased with him for being there, I knew…probably because her mother was present and didn’t seem very happy with any of it, until Taylor Doose invited her to dance.
The most vivid detail, though, was when I finally took Lorelai out onto the floor and the music began to play. And that was the single, shining fact that made it all so glorious…holding in my arms Mrs. Alva Keel, regardless of what the marriage certificate might say
I remember she kissed me…then begged me to let her start Vogue-ing to give her mother a heart attack.
And just before I woke up, I remember thinking that demons could have consumed my flesh in that instant…fire could have fallen from the sky, the apocalypse I’ve been working to prevent could have arrived in that very moment, and I would have died content.
As many fears and doubts as I might have about this road I’m now traveling…I know they’re natural. And I know that in the end, they don’t matter.
I’m in love…I’m going to be a father, and I’m going to marry the loveliest of the Gilmore Girls
I’m scared…I’m nervous…I’m thoroughly intimidated…but I’m happy, and eager for that dream to become a reality. And nothing in the world’s going to change that.
Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 387
