"And dinner and wine and you," he added with a little chuckle, moving closer to her. He slipped the ring onto her finger, pressing a delicate kiss to the knuckle. "Besides, I'm not really a flowers kinda guy."

His hands slipped lower to wrap around her waist, pulling her close to him.

"I know marriage scares you, and the fact that you're agreeing to this means everything to me. We don't need to rush into planning things," he assured her. Twenty years ago, he would've wanted to be married before the baby was born. But things were different. He didn't even feel the need to ensure it was a church wedding.