I woke up at 3:30. It was Andy's departure day to London. My mind wasn't ready to let him go. 

"Love you got to get up," I told Andy quietly.

He groaned.

"I've barely slept all night," he remarked.

"I'm sorry honey but your flight leaves at 7 so we got to get a move on," I told him as I got up out of bed.

Andy sleepily got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to shower. He always used that as a mechanism to wake himself up.

I went down the hall to start the coffee and make him breakfast. 

By the time Andy would get to London, it would be 1 a.m. by the time he'd get there with all the time zone changes. 

After I started cooking sausage for his breakfast, Andy waltzed into the kitchen. He still had sleep in his eyes.

I glanced at the clock and it was ticking closer and closer to 4. We still had plenty of time to get to the airport.

He walked over to the coffee pot and poured us both cups of coffee. It would be the last time for a while before we were in the same room or eating breakfast together.

"I'm gonna end up sleeping on the plane," he remarked.

"The good thing is that Robin will be picking you up and you won't have to worry about getting yourself to a hotel,"  I told him.

"True darling," Andy remarked.

"We got to be at the airport by 6 right?" I asked Andy as I worked on making breakfast.

"Yes, darling we do. I'll get ready after I eat. It's only gonna be 4 anyways," he commented as he brought my coffee mug to me.

Everything seemed bittersweet at the moment.

Andy went to sit down as he just watched me mindlessly go through the kitchen.

After a few minutes of silence, I spoke up.

"Whatcha starring for?" I asked Andy.

"Just taking in this. I'm gonna miss this," he remarked as he quietly sipped his coffee.

"Me too," I told him as I went to check on the eggs.

"But the only good thing is I'm in my comeback and that's all that matters," he commented as he continued to watch me.

"Yes you are and you are gonna do wonderful," I told him as I turned the eggs off.

I looked at the clock and it was a little after 4. I wish the clock had a pause button like a VHS.

As I made him his final breakfast in America, I got really sad. It wasn't gonna be easy but it also was wistful for me to let someone I love again go across the ocean without me.

"Here ya go love," I told him as I gave him his plate.

"Thanks, darling," he told me as I went to get my plate.

I smiled.

And so, we quietly ate breakfast together for the last time. I didn't know when I would see him again after today. With work, and with life, nothing was predictable.

We finished breakfast and we went to get ready. It was getting closer to 5. Sigh.

I threw on a sweatshirt and jeans. The only makeup I put on was blush because I knew for a damn fact I would not be leaving the airport with dry eyes.

"Do you think this would be too warm for the plane ride?" Andy asked as he showed me a white sweatshirt with a graphic on it.

I shook my head.

"No I don't think so plus who knows how cool it could be once you land in London," I told him as he also found his white windbreaker.

"Good point darling," he remarked as he slipped the shirt over his head.

"Are you gonna forgo your pants for the plane ride?" I asked as a joke.

He was standing in his underwear. He did have jeans laid out on the bed. But my comment was a perfect source of natural dopamines on this melancholy morning.

He laughed at my comment.

"How am I gonna survive a few months without your constant banter darling?" he remarked as he grabbed the jeans off the bed to put on.

I chuckled.

"You will. I'm sure I'll say something stupid on the phone and you'll be in stitches like always," I told him.

After he buttoned and zipped his jeans, he came over to me.

"I can't put you in this pocket?" he teased as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I wish I could," I told him as he ran his hands over my back.

"Have I told you how much you mean to me and how much I love you?" he asked as he looked me deep into my eyes.

"Don't get so sappy. I love you so much," I told him as I kissed him.

I glanced at the clock.

It was a little after 5. I suspected that we needed to get our butts in check and get all his stuff ready to load into the car.

Andy tightened his hug around me.

"I don't want you to let go of me but we need to get shoes on and get yourself loaded into the car. We're gonna have to leave here in 20 or so minutes to be at the airport at 6," I told him as he kissed my forehead.

He sighed. This was the final countdown.

"Okay okay I just want to get in as much as I can with you," he told me as we separated from the embrace.

I sighed.

I went to find my shoes as did Andy. He chose his favorite white sneakers. 

I went out to let Sam back in for a few. Andy had to say goodbye to him. I couldn't bear to be in the room so I took his two suitcases to the car for him.

I stayed outside for a second or two to gather my nerves. The past two years have been the best in my life. I had everything a woman approaching their 30s could ask for. Most women think being with a celebrity is all fun and games. But it was hard work, dedication, and a lot of reassurance with Andy in my case. 

I looked up to the sky and the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon. I looked at my watch and the dreaded time to get loaded into the car had arrived.

I walked back in and Andy had let Sam back into the backyard. Andy came out of the bathroom for the last time. He then glanced up at me.

"It's time, isn't it?" he asked.

I sighed for the hundredth time.

"Y-yeah we got to go," I told him as I went to grab my purse and keys.

It was a quiet drive to the airport. Every so often, Andy would look at me.

"I will always love you," Andy commented just before we drove up to the airport.

"I know that why are you getting so serious?" I asked him.

"I'm not. I just want you to know that," he told me as I pulled into LAX. 

I found a parking spot pretty quickly and my heart sank. This was goodbye.

We got everything situated and Andy and I were walking into the airport by 6. 

Andy wheeled his two suitcases and I was carrying his carry-on just to be helpful.

"You got your ticket and ID?" I asked him for the millionth time.

"Yes darling I do," he told me as he found the airline he needed to check in with.

It seemed like it was a forever tunnel getting to his destination at the desk.

I stood by and waited. As the time ticked closer and closer to takeoff, the reality of him leaving set in. I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't uproot my life for a few months and move to London with him. He came into this music world alone with the help of his brothers. This was his time to get back on the charts.

We sat down in two of the airport chairs. He held my hand.

We didn't speak for a few seconds. 

"Remember this isn't goodbye," I told him.

"I know. It's just see you later," he told me.

I glanced at my watch and it was 6:25. I looked at the gate and they were beginning to board passengers.

I reluctantly stood up and Andy realized it was go time. 

He wrapped me in a tight embrace and rocked me gently back and forth. 

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you more don't you ever forget that," I told him as he stole a dozen kisses.

I was strong enough and fought back the tears. 

"I promise I'll call you when I land or soon after cause of the time difference," he remarked as he hugged me one more time.

I knew for a damn fact I wouldn't be sleeping tonight after this emotional send-off.

"Okay sounds like a plan," I told him as I looked at the airport clock.

It was now 6:30 a.m.

We looked at each other as he kept his arms on my shoulders.

"I'll see you soon," he told me as he took a final goodbye hug and kiss.

"See you later," I told him as I handed him his carry-on.

He began his walk to the gate.

I turned away as quickly as I could. I could barely take it.

I glanced back and he was in the line to board the plane.

I began to walk the other way and glanced back one more time.

He was looking in my direction and blew me one more kiss.

"Love you," I mouthed as he nodded in my direction.

I smiled at him as this was my perfect romance coming to a pause.

I quickly made my way out of the busy airport. As I settled into the car, that's when I lost it.

After a minute or so of crying, I took a deep breath to get myself together to drive myself home. 

He was starting his new chapter. I was so happy for him. I truly was. 

As I turned on our street, I noticed that Violet and Grandma were parked in front of my house.

I smiled to myself knowing I still had them by my side.

I pulled myself together and parked my car.

Grandma and Violet were walking up to the porch as I got out.

"Hi," Violet commented.

"Hi guys what are you doing here?" I asked them both.

"We had to check on you honey," Grandma commented as I noticed she had food in her hands.

They had stopped at McDonalds. This took me back to when Violet had gone off last year to Amsterdam.

"Are you okay?" Violet asked as I unlocked the door.

"I think I'm numb just because if I dwell in the feeling, it'll make me feel like a loser," I remarked.

Violet sighed as we walked in.

"This long distance will either show you the strengths of your relationship or show you it was a season in your life," Grandma Mary commented as she went to sit down in the living room.

And before I could even reply, Violet tackled me in a tight hug.

"I know you won't cry while we are here but just know that I am here for you.  I know it's not like Andy died. But, you'll feel like that for a while," she told me.

I smiled at her comment.

And so, the morning went on and I eventually took a nap after Grandma Mary and Violet had gone home.

As I went to lay down in bed for the nap, I pulled back the comforter. An envelope flew out.

"That's odd," I remarked as I went to pick it up.

"To my darling," the front of the envelope read.

I ripped right into the envelope Andy had left for me to find.

"Darling, 

I don't know when you are going to read this but I thought I should do what you did for me. There are notes hidden all over the house and hope you will find them when you need to. I cannot believe the time has come for me to go to England. I already miss you if that's even possible. 

I've left some of the letters and sticky notes in obvious places and others that you'll find when you need them most. I cannot wait to hear your voice when I get to England. 

I hope the words on this page and all the little notes bridge the gap between America and London. 

I love you very much.

With the warmest regards,

Andy," the small letter read.

The tears I had been suppressing all day began coming down my face.  The last two years had been crazy, lessons and love all in one. I was back in reality while Andy started his attempt at his last chance in life.

Author Note:

And this concludes this book! I am thankful for all the support that has come along with each of the books I've written since 2021. This will be my last Andy Gibb book for now as I am not sure where my writing career will take me next. Feel free to go back and reread your favorite Andy moments and most of all, thank you for supporting me throughout the time on here. 

I never imagined my what-if book would span into 3 different book ideas and sequels at the same time. This book was meant to be shorter than my others since I started it in 1985 instead of 1978.

Stay tuned for whatever is to come with my writing.

Love you all.