'Morning baby girl.' Andrew kissed Rory's forehead softly.

'Morning.' She snuggled closer to him.

'Can you smell that?'

She sniffed. 'No.'

'Exactly. We must be home alone.' He smiled at her.

'But there's lots to do.' She jumped out of bed.

'You can find time for your husband to be tough?'

'We'll have plenty of time for that on the honeymoon.' She kissed him and headed into the kitchen.

She poured herself a large mug of coffee, and looked through the cupboards for something to eat. Settling on pop tarts, she put two in the toaster. Andrew was more a tea and toast kind of person in the morning. Very British.

As she waited for the Pop Tarts, Andrew slid his arms around her waist and kissed her neck gently.

'I love you.'

'Me too'.

She grabbed her breakfast as it popped from the toaster.

'Why don't we take a drive into Hartford, go some place nice for breakfast?'

'I like Pop Tarts.' She argued.

'It would be lovely to spend some time just the two of us though?' he kissed her again.

'Yes it would, but we have wedding plans to finalise.'

He attempted to persuade her with kisses, but she evaded him.

Later, she nursed a coffee while lost in her thoughts.

'Why so sad?' it was Lane.

'What? Oh, nothing. Just tired.'

'Might be handy to actually drink that then.' She signalled to the coffee, which by now had gone cold.

'Did you have second thoughts? About marrying Zac I mean.'

'Not 'til after.' She laughed at her own joke. 'Is this about Logan?'

'No. No it's last night's champagne talking.' She shrugged it off.

'It was a great night though huh?'

'Oh yes. If there's one thing mom knows how to do well, it's throw a party.'

'Okay, well I gotta get these back to the boys. Boy, have they got appetites.' She held up three paper bags packed with junk food. 'But, you know where I am if you need to talk right?'

'Right. But, don't worry about me. I'm fine. I'm young and in love. What more could a girl ask for?'

Steve and Kwan interrupted them.

'What did mommy tell you about staying with daddy?' she rolled her eyes at her friend. 'See you later.'

Alone again she fell back into her deep thoughts. Logan showing up like that last night had thrown her off. He was right, she did still have feelings for him. She had admitted as much. She had feelings for Andrew though.

Seeing him there, his scent, those big brown eyes smiling at her. Pleading with her for one more chance. She had really hurt him when she turned down his proposal. She hated herself for that. She hadn't been ready for marriage then. She wanted to establish herself as a writer; to see some of the world. She wouldn't admit to anyone, but she often found herself daydreaming about him, wondering how different things would have been had she said 'yes'. Would it have been so bad? For months afterwards, she hoped he would phone and say he would wait for her to be ready; to agree to do the long distance relationship again, but he hadn't, and she had moved on. She had met Andrew who she adored and who adored her and who was a wonderful, kind, sweet man. Things change. There was no room for what ifs now.

She drank the rest of her cold coffee and shuddered. As much as she loved coffee, the cold variety was disgusting. As she stood her cell phone beeped. It was Andrew.

'Hi husband-to-be.'

'Rory' it was Emily 'How do you feel about a Friday night dinner with a twist.'

'With a twist?'

'Yes. It's actually to be held on – Tuesday night,'

'That's tonight.'

'Yes it is you clever girl.'

There hadn't been a proper Friday night dinner, on any night of the week in almost two years, so Rory felt obliged to agree.

'It sounds great.' She lied.

'Fantastic. Tell your mother I shall expect you at seven.'

'Okay. Bye.'

Lorelai glared at her daughter. Thirty minutes previous, she had explained to her mother that Rory probably wouldn't be able to make it at such short notice, with having a wedding to plan and all. They had been double crossed, in typical Emily style.