“Are you going to see my dad and speak to him?”
“Are you serious?”
My smile grew slowly from its shell of acceptance.
“Babe. Wait.” He gripped my hand and put on his shoulder of confidence, defiant he tensed his eyebrows and watched my eyes, “I’ve never said I don’t want to marry you. We never thought that far ahead, us being who we are. You know I like you, you know I want to be with you.”
This used to work so well.
“Uhuh. I’m done, babe”.