Paris

As she climbed the last flight, she breathed deeply, letting the cool air fill her lungs and restore her breath. Behind her, Bertie's footsteps clinked against the metal steps and as she paused to take in the view he came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, encouraging her backwards to lean up against his chest.

"I'm glad we saved this until last, it's magnificent," she sighed. "Monsieur Eiffel knew what he was doing."

The whole of Paris was laid out at their feet. All of the places they'd experienced over the last month were so tiny from up here and yet they'd all made a huge indelible mark on the start of their lives together.

"Thank you, my darling. I couldn't have wanted for anything more," she said.

He moved his arms to her shoulders and gently turned her. She looked up at him expectantly.

"Are you happy, my dear?" he asked tentatively. "With me, I mean? These weeks have been some of the most extraordinary of my life and I know the next bit won't be so easy. I'm not naive to the fact that I come with an awful lot of hassle and responsibility."

"Well, it's a bit late for thoughts of that now," she teased, leaning towards him, her hand pressed lightly on his chest. She could feel his heart beating despite the thickness of his coat, quickly recognising that he was being sincere with his inquiry.

"My darling Bertie," she began, "I am deliriously happy. How can you even ask?"

"But -"

She pressed a finger to his lips to stop him.

"But all of those thoughts and concerns can wait. We shall need to speak of them, but not now." She paused, adding, "All I need is you and your arms around me. That's all."