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“That’s ridiculous.”
“Why?”
“Because we can’t get married.”
“Why not?”
“Well,” she said, leaning back so she could look down at me as I hardened my grip around her waist. “For starters, we’ve known each other for about six minutes.”
“Best six minutes of my life!”
“I don’t even know if I like you all that much!”
It was my turn to scoff. “I’ll grow on you,” I said, trying to hold in another chuckle.
She stared at me. “You’re serious.” It wasn’t a question.
“Dead serious.”
Rolling her eyes, she said, “I don’t even know ifyoulikemethat much.”
“I love you,” I said without hesitation. She gasped.
“Don’t do that,” she said as she recovered. “Don’t go throwing that word out there just because of the situation.”
“I’m not,” I pulled my hands from her waist and placed them on either side of her face. “I love you. I’ve loved you since we sat around eating tacos with my family.”
Shocked, more tears fell down her face, and I smoothed them away with my thumbs, and she reached out and swiped under my eye, then looked at the little teardrop on her thumb. “Since when are you Mr. Emotional?” She raised an eyebrow at me.
“Must be the pregnancy hormones.”
“Pretty sure you don’t have pregnancy hormones.”
We stared at each other.
“Marry me,” I said, kissing her wet lips. “Move in with me.” I kissed her again. “Let’s have a baby,” another kiss, “and a house,” another, “and a dog—”
“I hate dogs.”
“OK, scrap the dog.” I kissed her again, more fiercely. She kissed me back, grabbing my wrists as I held her head in my hands. We drank from each other as her body relaxed into mine. Sitting there, on my parents’ toilet, my entire family eating Thanksgiving dessert in the other room, I waited for this woman to make or break me.
“Say yes, baby,” I breathed against her. “Say yes.”
“This is fucking nuts,” she said against my lips.
“Is that a yes?”
“I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“Yes?”
“So much is going to change.”
“Yes?”
Pulling away, Lizzie looked down, put one hand on her stomach, then the other on my chest. “Let’s do this,” she said.
“Yes?” I asked, more excitedly.
