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Crane and Abbie sat at the kitchen table in the cabin. He saw Abbie chew her vegetables.

"You normally eat your meat first. Is something the matter with what I prepared?"

Abbie sighed. "No. It's not the food. I would tell you if it were."

He chuckled at her. "Indeed. What seems to be troubling you?"

She put her fork down on her plate. "Nothing. I think I'm just overthinking this. I'm fine."

He reached his hand across the table; she grabbed it.

"Are you having second thoughts? We don't have to do this if you do not want to. I refuse to force you into anything."

He wanted Abbie to be sure about marrying him in two days. He was more than willing to wait for her.

"I know, Crane." She gave him a small smile. "I'm alright. Really."

She squeezed his hand and leaned over the table to kiss his forehead.

"If you are sure."

"I am," she said as she started eating the meat on her plate.

Crane nodded his head before digging into his own supper.

"You aren't talking."

Crane closed the textbook he was browsing through and placed it on the shelf. Abbie walked towards him. Today was clean-up day in the archives.

"I was just reading something."

"You hate that book. You said it had false information. Your mind was obviously elsewhere."

"I was pondering about our wedding."

"It's tomorrow."

"I know. I'm excited, but I, too, am also probably overthinking as you mentioned yesterday."

"You can always say the word, Crane. We can forget the wedding, this whole thing. Just say it."

Crane pulled her close to him, kissed her lips. "I'm positive, Leftenant. I want to marry you."

"Okay then." She nodded her head and rubbed his cheek.

They finished cleaning.

They stood in front of the priest. Abbie wore a strapless mermaid dress; Crane dressed in a tuxedo. All of their friends sat in the chairs, staring at them with smiles. Jenny, who held a tissue in her hand, stood behind Abbie; she was her maid of honor. The trees above them were covered with lights; the sun was setting.

"If there are any objections to this couple getting married, speak now."

Abbie and Crane stared at their friends. No one said anything. Their friends just smiled and smiled. They looked back at each other. A few seconds passed. Abbie couldn't breathe; Crane couldn't either. They spoke each other's names at the same time.

"I'm scared," Abbie said.

"I'm terrified." Crane then looked at the priest. "Can you give us a moment, sir?"

"Take all the time you need."

"Thank you," Crane said. He took Abbie's bouquet and gave them to the priest. "Would you mind holding these as well?"

He smiled at them. "Not at all."

"Have you done this before?" Abbie said.

"This happens quite often. Most couples don't get married though when they do this."

"That's rather optimistic." Crane grabbed Abbie's hand. "Please, excuse us."

Abbie glanced at her sister. Her eyebrows were lowered and her mouth was open. She mouthed, "What?" Abbie held up one finger for her to wait a minute as Crane led them away from everyone. He took them far enough where no one could hear them. They stood behind a tree and hugged each other.

"Why didn't you tell me, Abbie?"

"Why didn't you tell me, Crane?"

They put their foreheads together.

"What are we going to do? Our guests came here to observe us become one."

"I don't know." She placed both her hands on his cheeks. "What makes you terrified?"

He sighed, placing his hands on hers. "What if I'm not a good husband towards you? What if I fail you?"

Abbie shook her head. "No, Crane. No. You are not a failure. You're so hard on yourself. I'm not expecting you to be perfect. No one is perfect. Despite some of our disagreements, you've been an amazing partner and boyfriend to me. I don't know how I could do any of this without you. You'll be the best husband I could ask for. But I think you're afraid of something more than just being a failure as a husband." She removed her hands from his cheeks and grabbed his hands.

"I am, Abbie."

"I need your honesty right now, Crane. I know what it is, but you have to tell me. I have to hear it from you. You won't hurt my feelings. I already understand."

He avoided her eyes. "I'm deeply afraid that you will betray me as Katrina has done."

Crane had been doing fine in dealing with Katrina's loss, but sometimes he still had his moments where he missed her and Henry.

She lifted his chin. "I know. It's okay to feel that way, Crane. I'm not mad at you. I expected this."

"I feel as though I am comparing you to Katrina. I said I wouldn't when we were conversing at the aquarium that day, yet here I am. I am so terribly sorry. I don't mean to, Abbie."

"It's alright. You're not comparing me to her. Your first marriage wasn't what it should've been. Now, you're coming into another one. There's going to be a bit of doubt that will always come from that marriage. It's okay." She squeezed his hands. "You can trust me. You've trusted me this long. Have I done anything to make you doubt me?"

"No, you haven't." He paused. "I do trust you, Miss Mills. I always have. You have to know that."

"I believe you. I just want you to be sure about this. You have my word that I won't keep anything from you. I'll be completely honest."

"Thank you for your reassurance and understanding." He rubbed her cheek. "I am most grateful for your logic."

"That's what I'm here for." She kissed the palm of his hand and held it.

"What troubles you? What is your fear? Does it mostly come from your traumatic experiences of losing your loved ones?"

"It does. I've lost mama, Corbin, Andy. I almost lost Jenny. What if I lose you, too? We fight in battle every week, Crane. Sometimes, we barely make it. I'm scared that I will watch you die, and I won't be able to do a thing about it."

"You may lose me in body, Abbie, but you will never lose me in memory. I will always be there. You know who I am, what I stand for. I'm here. I've been here."

"Memory isn't enough for me. I want more than that."

He squeezed her hand. "I know. I'll do my best to give you more than that, so that you won't ever feel like I am not there."

"That's the thing. I want you to, but I don't want you to. I want to dive into us, but what if I dive in too much? If we only have seven years, what's the point of all of this? What's the point if it will end soon? What's the point of opening myself up to you? To anyone, really."

"I understand your concern, but maybe that's what you have to do, Leftenant. As hard as it may sometimes be, it might be a wondrous, life-changing opportunity for you to bare your soul. The lives we live aren't guaranteed. We have to make the most of it. I would hate for you to regret something you didn't say or do if I were to die first. I don't want you to have any regrets."

"Will you remind me of all this?"

He kissed her cheek. "That's what I'm here for, Abbie, to remind you that there is always another way, something better. You help me remember that every day. You are permitted to be fearful of loss. I know that it will deeply tear you apart if you were to lose me all of a sudden; it would be the same for me. I'm not sure which one of us needs the other the most. However, I am sure that you are secure in me. You can come to me. However, I will take what you give me. If you wish to only share little of yourself, I will not hold it against you. I will still love you, even if you decide not to marry me because it is easier for you. I want you to be happy."

"It speeches like this that always make me change my mind about you, Mr. Crane." She wrapped her arms around his waist while look up at him. "I want to be as close to you as possible before our seven years are up. I can't help it actually. I want to know you as much as you want to know me. I'll just take it one day at a time."

"I'll be here to help you. I won't push you."

"I know. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He took a deep breathe. "So, Miss Mills, are you ready to go back out there?"

"Yes. Are you, Mr. Mills?"

He laughed. "I am. Mr. Mills suites me. I would be honored to take your last name. The family you come from is one of true bravery and strength."

She poked him. "You mostly do what I say anyway."

"I don't mind. Believe it or not, I find it quite attractive when you order me around. I love it when you take charge. I get to observe your courage and leadership. Your strength is beautiful."

She shook her head. "Where do you come up with such talk?"

"It comes from my heart."

She kissed his chest, leaving a small print of lipstick on his white dress shirt. "It truly does. So, do you want to marry me, Mr. Crane?"

"I do. Do you want to marry me, Miss Mills?"

"I do." She kissed him and led them back to their wedding.