[ Her words wind through him like music, reaching into the deepest, most broken part of him. They make him feel warm, like a match has been struck and a bright fire bursts from a long empty place. She loves him, and she wants him, and the last dregs of doubt are finally shaken free.

When he lifts his face to meet her kiss, he's practically glowing, his eyes bright and alive. That's just what Chrissy does to him, makes him feel like a teenager with every opportunity to be with the woman he loves. He kisses her hard, as though sealing a promise. What she says next doesn't surprise him, or maybe it does, because he feels as though she's read his mind. ]

Oh yeah? [ He's grinning from ear to ear, clinging back against her as it continues to rain down on them. Despite the cold chill, the grey sky, the fact that they're both soaked, this moment feels impossibly perfect. It's as though the skies had opened up to release all the grief they had been carrying and set them free of it. ] Chrissy Cunningham, I am going to marry the hell out of you.

[ Eddie's laughing, bright and free like a bird escaping his chest. ]

Anything you want. We can go to Vegas and get married by Elvis. Or do you want to fly to Mexico and get married on the beach? Italy? France?