“Let’s make a deal.” Her lips quirk. “Okay?” “If we’re not married by the time we’re thirty, we’ll get married. And we’ll have four babies like we talked about.” Josie blinks, taken aback. “You want to marry me? Why?” she asks like the thought seems unfathomable, something she’s not entirely processing. “Because I see a life with you,” I say because I don’t want to lie. I don’t want to pretend like I haven’t thought about it. “Because you make sense. Because you make me happy and I hope I make you happy.”
