“Hey,” he said. I looked at him. “You’re going to marry me one day, you know that?”
I blinked, surprised. “Is that a proposal?”
He shook his head. “No, not yet. But it will be eventually. You’re mine, and always will be mine. I just need you to know that.”
I nodded. “Okay. I’ll always be yours.”
Looking satisfied, his eyes turned back out over the city. I followed his gaze and watched the river flow smoothly along its banks.
I was his. I always would be. And one day I would be his wife.
But I was content in that moment to be in his lap, on his deck, in his apartment, in his life. It was as perfect as a moment could get, and I knew I had many more moments like it to look forward to.