“I remember champagne.” She kisses me again, and says, “Doesn’t matter how we got here. Only matters that we’re here.”
I caress her cheek and look into her eyes, still seeing her like it’s the first time and stealing my breath away. But now, it’s not her beauty that mesmerizes me. It’s how big she loves. She loves me with everything. The same way I love her, with my entire being and soul.
We used to take it day by day, but that’s not how we operate anymore. We’re two people who have made the commitment to be together and to be present, open, and honest in each other’s lives. Always. “I want to have kids with you, Marlow.”
She leans forward, taking a good look at me. “Right here in this closet?”
“No, well, maybe, but in life. I’m ready. What do you think?”
Reaching down, she digs through her handbag and then comes back up to settle on my lap again. Handing me a white stick, she points at two little pink lines. Kissing me, she then says, “I think we’re just getting started.”