“It’s up there on the list for me,” she said.
Her hand was shaking. His might be too.
“I do love you. With everything I’ve got. What we’ve got. I never thought I’d find again. Ever.”
“Me neither.”
“I don’t want to go another day without making you mine. Without us planning our future.” The tears were rolling over her cheeks. The smile on her face just as massive as the day he met her. “Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?”
“I will. I’ll marry you. I’ll be your wife. I’ll even let you steal my fries.”
He slipped the ring onto her finger. “That’s a requirement.”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“That we get married in two months or less because I’m stopping birth control tonight but still want to look smoking in a wedding gown!”
“Deal!”
The End!