“Marry me, Mol. Marry me and have my babies.” Her eyes opened wide. Even in the dark I could see the gold glinting. “What?” “Marry me. I love, love you, so fucking much. I want you to marry me.” Her hand pressed against the side of my cheek with a soft, whispered sigh. “Yes. Yes I’ll marry you and have your babies. But can we go to sleep first?”
