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 that—especially when talking about Andrew, but they were enjoying a quiet moment and she couldn’t help but smile. She was different from Amelia, she didn’t want the fairy tale… she wanted stability and companionship and that was exactly what she got with Andrew. For the past three weeks, though—that’s what got to her. He’d been thinking about it before the whole baby fiasco happened, which meant he wasn’t marrying her just because of that or he hadn’t bought that ring because of that. “I will, yes.” She nodded, turning around in between his arms to face him. Cradling his face, she kissed his lips, smiling against him. “But unless you mean next year’s spring, we’ll push it to a summer wedding…” She chuckled against his lips. “Okay?”
Oddly enough, Andrew wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t holding his breath waiting for Rory’s 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 wouldn’t 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. “Whenever you want babe, this year, next one, I don’t mind, as long as we are together” And they would be, he was confident about it. “Okay, but you need to wear this ring now, you’re officially an engaged woman”