Because we’re kinda already married on my planet.” I grin. “What’s kinda married?” She laughs tearfully. “I didn’t want to scare you, but we are wedded for all-time, without end.” “When did that happen?” “In the bathtub,” she sniffs, her silent tears still falling. I thumb them away, and she says, “Your intergalactic vows were very beautiful.” My love for her burrows deeper. “So were yours, sad alien.” “Not sad. Very happy.”
