The Legend - A Gilmore Girls Fan Fiction

Chapter 71

Special thanks to @anonymousgg16 for helping me through this chapter!  For some reason I just really didn't want to write it, but I think it came out perfect with her help!  She always knows how to rock my socks!  ❤️

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The guests started walking into the party area and everyone looked around the rooftop in shock - and almost like they were in disgust. 

"How... interesting... I thought you wanted a society-level party for your daughter - I didn't know it would be so backyard barbecue-esque when we were planning to come..." one of the mothers told me.

"Well, it is a rooftop party in the heart of Park Avenue, Dearie.  Thrown by society's elite, is it not?  Best prepare your prize-winning smile for the night, because the kids are going to be having a lot of fun" Finn swooped in. 

She plastered on one of the fakest smiles I'd ever seen, before politely agreeing and turning to walk away.  "It's all in how to you talk to them, Kitten.  You can't let them know you care what they think" he said.

"Well, I don't - well, that's not true.  I do, but only because I don't want Emma to be the laughing stock of Pre-K, but other than that, I don't care one bit" I muttered.

"That's the spirit!" Finn teased, leading me away to find the other friendly adults.

"I feel like this is going to be a total disaster and Emma's going to be so upset and I'll be so upset and we'll have to have her first wallow session over the death of this awful party" I rambled.

"Kid, breathe.  I'm the party QUEEN!  They'll love it, trust me.  You just need to quit being so hung up on it, or your intense freak outs will definitely insure that this will not be a fun party" Lorelai said.

I took a deep breath and nodded.  She was right, but I was so out of my element today - the only birthday parties I've ever thrown for her before were for family and close friends - never have we included anyone outside of that, let alone an entire classroom full of the newest generation of trust fund babies.  Ugh.  I can't believe I said that.  My daughter is in that category, I really need to change my opinion of the children she will growing up with, or it will be a long 13 years until she graduates from high school.  Obviously she'll go on to a good university after that, but that's a bridge I'll cross when I come to it.

"Love - you still with us?  You looked like you'd checked out a while" Finn chuckled.

I shook my head and smiled.  "I'll be fine.  This party will be amazing and Emma will be so much better off than these kids because I'm going to teach her the meaning of being polite, not being some fake society girl like the others" I decided.

Finn just laughed and shook his head.  He'd decided it was just better to agree with me than to try to make heads or tails of what in the world I was talking about.

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About a half an hour into the party, the kids were getting restless, so I announced to everyone that it was time to choose their cars and start decorating.

"My mommy said I'm not allowed to decorate my car since I'm wearing a very expensive outfit and can't get dirty" one little girl said to me. 

I sighed and felt defeated.  "If they can't even participate, how are they going to have any fun?" I asked my mom. 

"Finn, Charlie, round up all of your t-shirts.  Every one of them.  We can replace them if they get ruined.  These kids need to get a little dirty" Lorelai said, and they ran off to go inside.

"Do you think that will be enough to break the ice for them?" I asked her. 

"Maybe.  But we're also going to have a dance party while we paint" she said. 

"Well that just seems counter productive" Poppy said with a laugh.

"It will help them feel silly, and laugh, and get creative.  Don't you remember being a five year old girl?  Trust me.  They'll love it" Lorelai said. 

The guys came back upstairs with their t-shirts in tow.  "Okay girls!  Line up!  We've got outfit cover ups so you won't get messy when you paint!  Then we're going to have a dance party!" Lorelai exclaimed.

By some miracle, all of the kids put on their t-shirts with minimal coaxing and the music came across the speakers.  Dancing around as she handed out the painting supplies, Lorelai was in her element.  "How on earth does she do that?  It's like magic!" Charlie whispered to me.

"I don't know, but I certainly didn't inherit that gene" I said with a laugh.

Lorelai danced around from car to car, getting the girls excited and encouraging them all to design their cars however they wanted, while Odette kept the society moms preoccupied in the corner.  After the last of the paint had been brushed onto the cars, the girls all put on pink boas and plastic crowns and danced up a storm.  All you could hear were giggles and squeals of delight from everyone.

"Love, the hotdogs are ready" Finn told Rory a bit later. 

They gathered all the girls around and served hotdogs, chips, and lemonade.  After all of the food had been eaten, they got the girls into their cars and started the movie.  They'd chosen Emma's favorite movie - Trolls - and the girls squealed when the title came on the large screen they'd set up.

"It's my favorite!" Emma exclaimed happily.  "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said as she ran to Logan, Finn and I and hugged us all.

Logan chuckled and ruffled her hair.  "It was all your mom and Finn, kiddo.  You need to thank them, not me" he told her.

"It was all of us" I insisted with a smile in Logan's direction.  Somehow, the four of us being in Emma's life just worked, and I'd never been more grateful.

Lorelai and I sprung into action, making sure that each of the girls had popcorn, Red Vines and drinks in their special snack holders inside their cars.  Once we'd handed everything out, we stood back and admired the results of our hard work.

"I think we pulled it off, Sweets" Lorelai said proudly.  "You did a great job."

I smiled happily.  "We all pulled it off, Mom.  They're all having a great time, and I heard several of them saying that they wanted a birthday party like Emma's" I said just as I felt two arms wrap around my waist.  I smiled and leaned back on Finn.  "You earned your nickname again tonight, babe - you're my hero" I whispered to him.