On bedtime conversations.
"Goodnight, Alex Stinson."
"Goodnight, Rosa Stinson."
I jolted upright. "What?!"
"What?" he said sleepily, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Why did you say that?" I demanded.
"Why not? he said, "I thought it would be cute."
"It is..." I started, "But how do you know we'll get married?"
"Because I know," he said.
"I worry that saying that sets up expectations."
"Expectations of what?"
"Well, of marriage."
"I'm fine with that." He smiled at me.
"But why?"
"Because I know we'll get married."
"But how do you know that? How do you know I'm the one?"
"Because of the way I feel about you. Because of who you are."
"But how do you know?"
"I just know."
"But what if we don't?"
"We will."
And when I had finally exhausted all of my "but why"s and "but how"s and "but, but..."s, I curled up under his left arm, my hand on his chest and I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
"Goodnight, Rosa Stinson."
I jolted upright. "What?!"
"What?" he said sleepily, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Why did you say that?" I demanded.
"Why not? he said, "I thought it would be cute."
"It is..." I started, "But how do you know we'll get married?"
"Because I know," he said.
"I worry that saying that sets up expectations."
"Expectations of what?"
"Well, of marriage."
"I'm fine with that." He smiled at me.
"But why?"
"Because I know we'll get married."
"But how do you know that? How do you know I'm the one?"
"Because of the way I feel about you. Because of who you are."
"But how do you know?"
"I just know."
"But what if we don't?"
"We will."
And when I had finally exhausted all of my "but why"s and "but how"s and "but, but..."s, I curled up under his left arm, my hand on his chest and I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.