“Arguments.”
“About?”
“Coffee. Money. Whether you can climb ladders. How many dogs are too many.”
“No number.”
“Concerning.”
I smiled against his shirt.
“More.”
His hand moved into my hair.
“Whatever we get.”
The answer should have frightened me.
It didn’t.
Not because the future had become safe.
Because I was no longer facing it alone.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Reid kissed my forehead.
“I love you.”
“Fiancé.”
His breath caught.
“Say it again.”
“My fiancé.”
He held me tighter.
“Partner?”
“Always.”
“Husband?”
“Soon.”
The word settled deep inside me.
Soon.
Not a memory.
Not a promise left in a safe before an accident.
A direction.
