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Aurora Morningstar is about to become Aurora - well, Morningstar. She isn’t changing her name - neither of them are partaking in that particularly archaic, patriarchal human tradition.
Rory is always going to be a Decker-Morningstar, even if it’s a name she only learned to wear with pride in the last few years.
She is going to fall victim to another archaic human tradition, though, and commit herself to her completely enrapturing girlfriend-slash-bride-to-be in just under an hour. And isn’t that just terrifying ?
“Hold still,” Trixie admonishes, fussing with the tie around Rory’s neck. It’s already perfect, but Rory holds her position while her sister fiddles with the cloth. She’d seen Trixie fuss over her own children on their wedding days - had in fact taken great delight in the way her nephew had rolled his eyes at his mother’s antics - but Rory knows that Trixie needs this as much as she does.
The ocean breeze ruffles the tent opening, causing the light to shift and glance off the bullet necklace nestled between her sister’s collarbones. A pang of longing traps the breath in Rory’s throat. Most days she’s fine - and she definitely has it easier than Trixie does, able to pop between realms whenever she wants - but some days she misses her mom being here so damn much.
Not for the first time in the past few hours, Rory wishes her mom was around with her gentle smile and her calm demeanor. Chloe Decker had a way of making every moment feel just that little bit more special for her daughters - but more than that, though, she wishes her mom had had a chance to meet Jessica.
She wants to honor them both - her mom and her dad - at her wedding. Jess is all about the silly little traditions, so Rory had borrowed one of her dad’s blue suits to alter into a new outfit, and she’s going to use her mom’s ring with its ancient stone to adorn the hand of her bride.
Finally satisfied, Trixie smiles, big and watery. The corners of her eyes crinkle and, for once, the years show on her face. “Now it’s perfect.”
“Don’t start crying on me, T.” Rory hooks her little finger through her sister’s, the same way they used to when she was a little girl. “Aunt Maze spent hours on your makeup.”
Trixie laughs but still has to brush a tear off her cheek. “Happy tears, Roro. Maze will understand.”
Yes, Rory thinks she will.
“Come on,” her sister says, tugging the angel behind her as she leads the way out of the tent to head down towards the beach. “Let's get you walked-down-the-aisle.”
It hits her, suddenly, that it’s actually happening and Rory’s heart skips two beats before it settles into a rapid staccato. She’s nervous and excited and terrified she’s going to stumble over her own feet. In her distraction she manages to run straight into her sister’s back.
“T, what -” The question dies in her throat as she watches her older sister launch herself at the man standing in front of them.
“Hello, Urchin,” Lucifer greets, wrapping his arms around the woman and returning her hug.
“Dad?”
It hits differently, seeing him in the sunlight, and his smile, when he looks up, is blinding. “Hello, Rory.”
Later, she might be embarrassed to admit the way she throws herself forward, forcing him to catch her with the arm not currently wrapped around her sister. Right now, though, she’s too happy to see him.
Her question is muffled against his chest. “What are you doing here?”
“As if I’d miss this for the world.”
Her dad is here on her wedding day. It’s almost perfect.
A throat clears from behind them and Lucifer takes that as his cue to step back. “I have a surprise for you,” he says, reaching back to lace his fingers with a shy-looking 20-something young man behind him.
Rory is confused. She’d seen her parents together - happily together - just last week and now her father shows up - to her wedding - with a stranger on his arm?
“Who -”
“Hi Rory,” the young man says, coming to stand beside her father, leaning into Lucifer’s shoulder just so . He smiles at her sister. “Trixie-babe.”
“Never mind the body,” Lucifer says, as Rory stares at the soft smile on the man’s face. “Had to make do with what we could find, of course.”
His eyes are the wrong color, but the warmth -
Something is familiar.
The wheels are spinning, but it’s Trixie who realizes first. “Mom?”
“Yeah, Monkey, it’s me.”
Her sister laughs and then cries and then laughs some more, wrapping her arms around the stranger’s - her mother’s - shoulders.
Rory turns her gaze to Lucifer, who’s watching the two embrace with a delighted spark in his eyes. Of course he did. Trust her father to smuggle her mother along.
Her mom holds out one of their arms, inviting Rory into the hug.
Rory closes her eyes, leaning into the embrace. With her mom and sister in her arms, her dad’s hand warm on her back, and the distant sound of her future wife’s laughter ringing through the air, she realizes it couldn’t get any more perfect.