“We paid the price of this love, Rocky,” he murmured into my hair, holding me close again so his entire torso was flattened to my back and curled around me, a human shield. “And I wanna spend the rest of our lives reapin’ the rewards of our labour. I’m not gonna ask, ’cause I got the feelin’ you’d scoff and I’m tryin’ to make this romantic. So, I’ll just say, I wanna marry you. Not next year, not in six months. Soon. Fuckin’ tomorrow. ’Cause I’m nearly forty-one years old and I finally got the love of my damn life and I don’t wanna waste another second. Marriage, babies, if you’ll have them
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