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Soft.

No audience.

No joke waiting behind it.

When he pulls back, his forehead stays against mine.

“I love you.”

There are still some sentences that hit every time.

“I love you too.”

Upstairs, Cami yells, “FIANCÉS, WE NEED TO GO.”

I close my eyes.

Micah laughs against my mouth. “We should go.”

“Do we have to?”

“Yes.”

“But I just got engaged.”

“Which is not a recognized exemption from plans.”

“Should be.”

I let him go long enough to finish my eyeliner in the hall mirror.

It is not my best work.

I don't care.

Then I help him clean the orange off his face.

Ten minutes later we're outside.

Cami is Pooh.

Griffin is Christopher Robin.

Ronan looks so much like Owl that it is honestly becoming upsetting.

Micah has gray ears and a detachable tail he hates.

I am Tigger.

Obviously.

Cami makes us stop under the porch light for pictures.

Micah stands beside me with one arm around my waist.

I make sure my left hand is visible.

Last Halloween, I walked into the bar with Micah and Cami and thought about how unreal it felt to call them my boy and my girl.