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“Yes?” He bites back a smile. “You’re going to be my wife? Have my babies? Spend all my money—”

I give him a look. “I have more money than you.”

He snorts. “I’m sure you do after the house I just bought you.”

“Put that ring on my finger,” I tell him.

He takes my left hand in his, holds it with his eyes on mine. Slips my old ring back where it belongs.

“I love you,” he tells me with a serious face and a few nods.

I stare down at my hand, smiling at it proudly before I glance back at him, watching me like he’s been lost at sea and he’s just spotted land. Like I’m the shore he’s washed up against.

He’s every solider pulling into the train station in 1945.

We’ve returned from war.

That’s how we love each other. That’s what our love feels like. Battered and bruised, but the only thing in this world I’ve ever clung on to for dear life is the boy here in front of me. I can’t quite believe it.

That we made it?

That after all the ways we tried to kill each other, all the different ways we tried to snuff loving each other out, we’re here.

Here like this in my bedroom with my broken bones and him still on his sweet knees.

“Are you going to kiss me, then?” I ask him with tall eyebrows.

He gives me a half smile as he moves in towards me.

“Yeah, Parks—” He nods. “Forever now.”

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