She nods and I slip the ring onto her finger. She’s silent, staring at it for so long I’m not sure what to make of her subdued reaction. Then all at once, she jumps up from her chair and throws her hands into the air. “We’re getting married!” Her voice echoes into the night. She yells it again and again. Laughing, I stand and circle one arm around her waist. “I think they heard you.” “I get to marry you,” she says quietly. Aidan starts playing the wedding march and I hug her to me. “And I get to marry you.” How lucky am I?
