Rory had never expected anyone to propose to her in the middle of a spring festival, with lots of people around them, too much noise, music and all of thatâespecially when talking about Andrew, but they were enjoying a quiet moment and she couldnât help but smile. She was different from Amelia, she didnât want the fairy tale⌠she wanted stability and companionship and that was exactly what she got with Andrew. For the past three weeks, thoughâthatâs what got to her. Heâd been thinking about it before the whole baby fiasco happened, which meant he wasnât marrying her just because of that or he hadnât bought that ring because of that. âI will, yes.â She nodded, turning around in between his arms to face him. Cradling his face, she kissed his lips, smiling against him. âBut unless you mean next yearâs spring, weâll push it to a summer weddingâŚâ She chuckled against his lips. âOkay?â
Oddly enough, Andrew wasnât nervous. He wasnât holding his breath waiting for Roryâs answer, not because he was confident on her answer, at all, but because he knew that, no matter what Rory answered, things would be okay. If she agreed, then fuck, he would be the happiest man on Earth, but if she said no, well, he knew it wouldnât be the end, he would just have to work harder to be the man Rory would consider marrying. But then she said yes, and he found himself chuckling against her lips. âWhenever you want babe, this year, next one, I donât mind, as long as we are togetherâ And they would be, he was confident about it. âOkay, but you need to wear this ring now, youâre officially an engaged womanâ