“But now, I think I understand. It’s not that marriage is this fortifying element in and of itself. It’s not the teary wedding-day promises or the legal license or the indestructible rings that make a marriage strong. It’s the people. It’s their choices. It’s how strong they make it.” “No pressure,” I mutter. Rooney nods. “Right? It is. It’s a lot of responsibility.” She turns and plants a kiss to my jaw, then settles in against me. “But I want that with you,” she whispers. “I want to learn how to have it.” “We’ll learn,” I tell her, as I hold her close. “Together.”
