The scene opened with a wide shot of a picturesque Scottish village: cobblestone streets, rolling hills, and cottages with ivy climbing the walls. The tranquil sound of bagpipes played faintly in the background as the camera zoomed in on Jason Todd, standing in front of his modest stone cottage.

Jason was dressed casually in a flannel shirt and jeans, his dark hair slightly ruffled by the wind. He glanced at the crew with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “So, this is it,” he said, his Scottish brogue unmistakable. “The calm before the storm. She’s landing in a couple of hours, and… I don’t know, man. It feels real now, doesn’t it?”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, a flicker of nerves crossing his face. “Don’t get me wrong—I’m thrilled. She’s amazing, and I’m lucky to have her. But the cameras? The wedding? Living together for the first time? It’s a lot to wrap your head around. I just hope she doesn’t take one look at this wee village and book a flight back to the States.”

The scene shifted to the airport, where the camera focused on you walking through the arrival gate. The hustle and bustle of travelers surrounded you, but your eyes were searching for one face. And then you saw him—Jason, standing with a cheeky grin, holding a sign that read: WELCOME TO SCOTLAND, MY LOVE (with a smaller line underneath that said No Refunds in bold letters).

He waved the sign as he caught your eye, his grin widening as you approached. “There she is!” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise. “The lass who’s about to turn my quiet life upside down.”