[It's weird to imagine his brother in relation to this sort of thing. Never in a thousand years did Andrew imagine he would be present with the opportunity to tell his brother he was getting married.

He's quiet for a moment, weighing the options. When he speaks, there's sort of a shake to his words- whether it's nerves or excitement is anyone's guess.]

The Irish are usually more interested in the after party than the actual ceremony. And lord knows we could throw a hell of a party once we're all back.

[He brings his hand to hers, threading their fingers and looking down at her.]

I'd really like to be your husband. Sooner the better.