Outside of Hartford Memorial Hospital, four men stood out side sharing a flask of Johnny Walker Gold Label and Cuban cigars.
"So it's settled then." Richard Gilmore stated as he took a sip from the flask.
"I believe it is." Mitchum Huntzburger agreed.
"This is good with you Strobe?" Richard asked the man who was currently savoring his cigar.
"Yes I believe it is an excellent idea." The man agreed.
"Dad, Mr. Gilmore," a young man started, "really this can't be a good thing; promising my daughter to someone, it's insane."
"Christopher we are insuring the future of not only the Hayden family but also the Gilmore and Huntzburger families, we are creating the next Camelot; trust us boy." Strobe Hayden said sternly to his son.
"Yes boy, the only thing you need to worry about is your upcoming nuptials to my daughter." Richard Gilmore told the boy.
"So it's agreed then, the children shall grow up together and be told when they turn eighteen to ensure a wedding by their twentieth birthdays." Mitchum stated.
"Yes, I believe that is a perfect plan." Richard stated.
"Yes, quite a good plan." Strobe seconded.
"Well, young man," Mitchum Huntzburger said smiling at Christopher, "I believe congratulations on the birth of your daughter." He finished extending his hand.
"Thank you sir and congratulations on the birth of your son." Christopher said forcing a smile and shaking the man's hand.
Richard Gilmore poured drinks for himself, Mitchum, and Strobe, "To the marriage of Lorelei Leigh Gilmore Hayden and Logan Elias Monroe Huntzburger."
Lorelei Leigh Gilmore Hayden, Rory for short, awoke early on the Saturday before her birthday to the buzzing of her alarm clock. Cursing silently she banged the snooze button and rolled over. Her eyes had not even closed before she remembered why she was being forced to wake up at such an ungodly hour on a Saturday morning. Today was the day her family, both sets of grandparents, and the Huntzburgers left for the one week vacation to celebrate both her and Logan's eighteenth birthdays.
As Rory pulled on her silk robe there was a knock on her door, "Come in." She called to the person on the other side.
"Good morning Miss. Gilmore, your mother wanted me to bring this up to you and to tell you to actually eat it." Eliza smiled as she placed a breakfast tray on Rory's desk.
"Thanks Eliza, and please call me Rory."
"Yes ma'am, oh, your mother said to be downstairs in twenty minutes."
Rory sipped her coffee and nibbled on her toast and fruit salad as she pulled on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt.
"Good morning love of my life, fruit of my womb!" A cheery voice called from the door way.
"Hey mom," Rory smiled as she placed her carry on bag next to the rest of her luggage.
"Ready for hell on sea my dear?" Lorelei smirked.
"Mom, it can't possibly be as bad as you're setting it up to be."
"Ha, that what you think, oh to be young and naïve; sweetie, it's my parents, your dad's parents, and the Huntzburgers, all of us on the yacht for a week in the middle of the OCEAN!"
As Lorelei, Emily, and Rory shared a cup of coffee in the kitchen, Mitchum, Richard, Christopher and Strobe were standing outside taking a drink, and smoking a cigar to a promise that was made almost eighteen years ago.
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