“And in twenty years’ time, when we come back here to visit, we can show this to our kids.” “So you are going to marry me,” I teased, elbowing his side. “I thought I already told you I would,” he replied, sounding confused. “No, you asked me would I say yes,” I corrected, shifting closer. “But you never actually said you would ask me.” “Oh.” His cheeks turned pink. “Well, consider this conversation my confirmation on that matter.”
