15She just stared at him like he was crazy as he looked down at the lake. He knew that she was making her pro/con list in her head like she always did. He loved that about her, but every once in a while you just need to act. After all it was about time she gave her brain a break. He just leaned closer to her staring into her big blue eyes as his lips stopped millimeters away from hers. "Come on Ror, don't think this one through." He whispered before he closed the gap between their mouths.
"What if someone comes by and sees us?" She asked with a shaky voice as she pulled away from his gentle kiss. He just smiled as he thought about what to say for a moment.
"It's after nine in Stars Hallow. Everyone is asleep." He replied as he took her hand. "Plus, if they do we can go down in history as the first couple getting caught swimming in the lake at night." He whispered as he moved his lips towards her neck. He knew that would get to her.
"Jess." She breathed causing him to pull back. Those blue eyes told him her answer before her mouth could. "If we get caught I am telling them you brain washed me." She replied with a laugh before she pushed him back a little. He couldn't help, but be shocked when she started to pull the hem of her shirt up. "What I am not about to ruin my clothes. Plus this is my mother's shirt she would kill me if I couldn't get the lake smell out of it." She said as she pulled the shirt over her head letting it hit the bridge with a soft thump. He couldn't help, but notice how beautiful she was. He couldn't peel his eyes off of her as she stood up. "Stop staring." She squealed as she turned away from him. He just looked out towards the lake for a moment before he heard the sound of her jeans hitting the bridge too. Before he knew it she was in the water looking up at him. "Oh come on don't tell me that you chickened out now." She wined as she looked at him. After that he couldn't waste any more time. He left his clothes there with hers jumping in with nothing on but his boxers. The splash he caused made her squeal and swim away.
"Where do you think you are going?" He asked as he caught up with her wrapping his arms around her waist. She just smiled at him before she leaned in to touch her lips to his.
"You were getting me wet." She answered after she pulled away from him. He just laughed for a moment.
"You do realize that you are in water, you're bound to get wet." He replied as he remembered all the reason he loved her.
"You know what I meant." She said with a laugh as she tried to free herself from his grip on her waist. When she realized that she wasn't going to get away she just looked up at the sky. "It's a full moon." She stated as she looked back down at him.
"That explains why we are here, don't full moons bring out all the crazies?" He asked her with a laugh.
"Oh so now I am crazy. You're the one who wanted to go swimming this late." She replied softly.
"You know you are loving this." He replied before he kissed her again. This time he kissed her with all the passion in him. He was waiting for her to pull away, but she didn't. Even more surprising was when she wrapped her legs around his waist. Before he knew it they were back on the bridge. Her head was resting on his t-shirt. Neither of them wanted to move knowing what was going to happen, but she just brought her lips to his and kissed him like she meant forever. After that there was no such thing as restraint.
He just looked out at the bridge from his front yard. That by far was just one of the great moments that happened on their bridge, but then again Rory would probably call him a pig for saying that. However, there was something special about their first time together. Something that made that memory stay in his head. He just looked down at the book in his hands for a moment trying to get his mind off that night. However, he got to that memory trying not to think too hard about the day he had ahead of him. He was getting married. He was getting married to someone who deserved way more than he could ever offer. Yet, for some reason she loves him. He always wondered why he even choose him to begin with, but in his heart he knew he wouldn't have been able to live without her. She completes him. Somehow they just belong together. "Jess what the hell are you doing?" He heard his uncle's voice coming from behind him. "You have two hours and yet here you sit in yesterday's clothes reading. You do realize you are getting married today right!" He just smiled as he got up. It was a good thing that he wasn't freaking out too bad yet. Luke apparently had enough in him for the both of him. Not that he could complain about Luke. Luke was like a father to him. He was the only one … well besides Rory … that had his back. Plus, he would never ever be able to repay Luke for everything that he did for the two of them. He let them live in the apartment above the Soda Shoppe for a while and then after they lost the baby he was just an amazing person to have around. Then we they opened up the bookstore he gave them more advice than anyone could ever imagine about running their own business.
"Two hours is more than enough time, will you clam down. If you have a heart attack Lorelai will have my head and then what would happen?" He asked as he walked towards the house with his uncle, who with no surprise at all was already dressed. Jess knew that was his wife's doing. Lorelai had been more determined to make this day perfect than the bride herself. "You're pregnant step-daughter would be husband less." He said sourly without even thinking about the words that just came out of his mouth. He was sure Rory would have his head for telling Luke. She didn't want to tell everyone just yet about the baby. Luke just stopped in his tracks for a moment before resting his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"Congratulations." Luke replied as he looked at the man in front of him. That was the farthest thing from how he took the news the first time this had happened.
Lorelai had come busting into the diner looking to kill Jess for doing this to her daughter. "YOU! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WESLE YOURSELF INTO HER LIFE! NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID EVERYTHING IS RUINED!" Lorelai yelled as she cornered Jess by the stairs to the apartment. Before he knew it Luke was pulling him up the stairs by his shirt as Lorelai followed in a fit of rage.
"What the hell is going on?" Luke asked him as he pushed him into the apartment. He just looked down at the floor for a moment before answering.
"Rory's pregnant." Jess answered as he looked up at his uncle not knowing what to expect.
"How did this happen?!" Luke's voice rose as he started walking around the apartment his arms flaring like they do when he gets mad.
"I think you know how it happened." Jess replied sourly.
"No this is not the time for you to be a smartass. I had a system damnit. You didn't have time when you were here and I know that Lorelai watched you like a hawk, so how?" Luke asked as he got more and more angry.
"The bridge." Jess replied softly.
"What are you going to do?" Luke asked him.
"I don't know! I have had this information for less than five hours! And I am too terrified to really think clearly here!" He yelled back as he started to realize what all was happening. It was all becoming real.
"Don't tell anyone. I wasn't supposed to let that slip out to you. Lorelai would freak out if she found out that you knew before her." He said as he opened his front door up for Luke.
"You really think I want to die?" Luke asked him with a laugh before he disappeared back into the master bedroom. He walked towards the bathroom before looking at the tux that was laid out on the bed.
"I'm getting married." He mumbled to himself as he looked over at a picture of him and Rory sitting at Luke's. He knew that he was lucky to have someone like her. She could have had any guy in town … hell probably the state, but she wants him. She was going to be his forever. It made him feel like a child waking up on Christmas morning, but then he was brought back to reality by the clock sitting next to the picture. She wouldn't marry him if he couldn't manage the simple task of getting his ass to the ceremony fully dressed and on time. "I'll be the one wearing white." He heard her voice echo through his head as he walked into the bathroom. He probably never know how the hell she managed to do this to him. How she managed to make him love her more than anything in the whole world? How she managed to keep him hooked so much that all he can think about is her? He loved the way she did that. He loved her.