“Do you…” He pauses. “Do you want to change our timeline?”
“I like our timeline. Marriage when we’re ready, kids when you retire. I can actually be home to see them grow up.”
“I don’t know that I’m ready to retire,” he whispers, the words laced with pain.
“I’m not asking you to,” I hurry to assure him.
“If I don’t recover well from this… It might not be your choice—or mine.”
“We’ll worry about that when we have to.”
He brushes a kiss across my lips before resting his forehead against mine. “I had all these plans. Was going to light some candles, pour some wine, maybe draw a bubble bath…”
“What happened?”
“The guys left, and I fell asleep.” His sheepish laugh lights me up. “Can I get a rain check?”
“Nope.” I kiss him this time. “We get a life together. We can have a romantic night in anytime.”
His arm tightens around me. “I like the sound of that.