As Rory drove to the airport, she smiled to herself. She felt so lucky to have met Andrew, she loved him so much and he adored her to the point of idolising. She remembered back to the first time she had seen him.

It was a mutual friend's book launch. After a long day at work, she hadn't taken much time in getting herself ready, just slinging on a black dress and tying her hair up in a messy side bun. As their eyes met across the crowded room it was just like something from one of those Hollywood movies she and her mum used to love. It seemed as though, everything and everyone else was moving in slow motion. Suddenly, she felt very conscious of her appearance, and wished she had taken the time to put on a little extra makeup or at least to switch her comfy ballet pumps for some killer heels.

Her stomach flipped over as he walked over to her, glass of wine in his hand.

'Hello.' He said in his perfect British accent, handing her a drink. 'Andrew Hamilton.'

She swallowed hard. Rory. Erm Rory Gilmore.'

'I know. I read your work.'

She was shocked, flattered and embarrassed. 'You do?'

He smiled. She blushed. ' You are an incredibly talented writer Miss Gilmore. Incredibly talented and incredibly more beautiful in the flesh.'

'Oh my.' Her cheeks reddened further.


Stuck in traffic, she felt herself blush at the memory. It had been a fairy tale romance. Everything had been perfect. Even the greatest literary mind couldn't have created a better love story. Her engagement ring glistened in the moonlight.

Andrew handed her a mug of hot chocolate as he sat beside her. The log fire was burning bright and outside the snow was falling heavily upon the Scottish countryside.

'Mmm.' She took a big gulp.

He kissed her, softly at first, then harder.

'Wait here.' He dashed off, returning with a tiny box. She looked at him inquisitively. It wasn't an anniversary.

'Look Rory.' He said in his serious tone. 'I was meaning to wait until tomorrow night for this, but I can't.' He cleared his throat bending onto one knee. 'Lorelai Leigh Gilmore?'

Guessing where this was headed she gulped and replied with a breathy 'Yes.'

'Will you do the honour of making me the happiest and luckiest man alive and become my wife?'

'Yes.' Giggled Rory in reply. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'


She smiled to herself again. The rest as they say is history. Finally arriving at the airport, she made her way, via a coffee stand, to the arrivals gate, where she waited while jotting down notes for her novel. Andrew had encouraged her to give fiction writing a go. She had always imagined herself writing a book at some point, but he had given her the confidence and support to actually put the plan into action. She wasn't sure it was going to be up there with the greats, or even if it would ever be published, but it would be her book. People watching had become something of an obsession for her. She could while away the hours sitting in a New York or London coffee shop listening to tidbits of conversations and observing the passers by and jotting down notes in her Ideas Book.

She thought back to what her mum had said about moving to Stars Hollow. She would put the idea to Andrew. She knew he adored the village as much as she did, but she also loved the City Life. There was plenty of time for all that though, as she saw him walking towards the gate. Risking the scorn of the guards, she ran as far as she could, waving her notebook to cath his attention.

'Rory.' He greeted her with a big hug and a kiss.

'I've missed you so much husband-to-be.' She gushed smothering him with kisses.

'I've missed you more wife-to-be.'

'I missed you more!'

'No, I missed you more.'

'I missed you to the moon and back.'

They continued this playful argument all the way back to her car. Noone ever won, it was just what Lorelai would call their 'bit'.

Back at home; the living room was filled with pizza, fries and cola.

'A spread fit for a King.' Laughed Andrew as he greeted his mother in law with a peck on the cheek.

'You're the closest we'll ever get to the Royal Family.' Lorelai curtseyed at him. 'I can't believe theirs really no connection. Are you sure there's not a third cousin out there who's related to the Queen? I thought everyone in England was related to the Queen.'

Luke shook his head as he shook Andrew's hand.

'So' continued Lorelai ' I set up the trundle bed in Rory's old room.'

Rory shot her mum a look.

'Me and Luke will be way, way up stairs, so.'

Rory signalled for her mum to be quiet.

'…and I know you're obviously waiting for your wedding night, but I'll not tell the vicar if you don't.'

Andrew laughed as an embarrassed Rory tried to change the subject.

'So, I saw Lanes new store today, it's looking pretty good.'

'No you don't missy.' Interrupted Lorelai. 'You do not get out of it that easily.'

'Wedding week.' Reminded Rory quickly.

Lorelai pulled a face. 'Damn wedding week. Did I tell you marriage ain't all it's cracked up to be?'

It was Luke's turn to shoot her a look. 'Not our marriage honey.' She admitted defeat. 'Okay, but as soon as this whole Wedding week thing is over, I am going to continue this relentless teasing.'

'By which time we shall be lounging on a Thai beach.' Rory squeezed Andrew's hand.

'You think I can't tease from afar? Because I can. There is no end to my teasing talents.'