You could have been the only two people in the world. Lost in time. Lost in space. Lost in each other.
Many said that you were too young to marry, too young to have a child, but what did they know? Only you knew the steady beat of his heart against your palm, the wiry strength of the hair at the base of his neck. And him? He had memorised the soft dip of your lower back, and the slow curve of your smile.
You ignored those who protested and doubted, for you knew with an overwhelming certainty that this was it, this was love, and you could not and would not allow it to slip away.