Margaret awoke in Andrew's arms, suddenly aware that they were both naked and this was a completely new situation for them. Her jolt of nervousness subsided when the events of last night came rushing back to her. The way Andrew held her, touched her, said her name, and stayed with her after, all felt like a dream. But this wasn't a dream, and she could hardly believe how lucky she was.

Andrew was still sound asleep. Margaret knew he wasn't a morning person, and even though she loved snuggling with him, she was getting restless. She tried to remove herself from his embrace with no luck. Andrew sleepily opened his eyes before she could get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" He said playfully.

"I have to get up, Andrew!" She said with fake annoyance.

"But we have nowhere to be!" He said, mimicking her tone.

"I can't sleep all day like you can."

"Hey, I don't appreciate that." Andrew said as he planted light kisses on her neck.

"Baby." She said while trying to escape his reach. "You can sleep more while I get ready, okay?"

"Okay, fine." Andrew said with mocking disappointment. "Wake me up if you need anything."

By the time Margaret was done in the bathroom, he was already asleep again. How do men do that? She wondered. She wasn't used to sharing a space with a man. There was so much she had to learn. She couldn't wait.

Andrew awoke an hour later to the smell of coffee and Margaret's perfume on his pillow. He slipped on his boxers and a t-shirt before wandering into the kitchen. He was greeted with the sight of Margaret in underwear and his sweatshirt, sipping coffee and reading the paper. He could get used to this.

"Good morning, beautiful." Andrew said before giving Margaret a kiss and wrapping her in a tight embrace.

"Good morning." Was all she could muster. He looked different to her now, like for the first time she could see him for who he really was.

"I have a present for you."

"Andrew, you didn't have to get me anything!" Margaret exclaimed. "You've done so much already."

"Just open it." Andrew beamed before handing her a slim box.

Margaret opened it carefully, as if it could be broken in her hands. It was the necklace that Gammy gave her in Alaska, the one that Margaret left behind when she ran from the altar.

"Andrew, I can't accept this." Margaret said as her voice cracked. How did he still want to give this to me after everything I put him through? She wondered. She felt like she didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve his love or his family's love or their precious heirlooms.

"Oh, sweetheart." Andrew's voice softened; he could tell she was about to cry. "I want you to have it. Gammy wanted me to give it to you after you went back to New York. It belongs to you, Margaret."

His last words broke her before she could fight back her tears. She stifled her cries with her hands while hanging her head.

"Hey, baby. Shhhhh." Andrew soothed as he pulled her to his chest. "I know that everything is new right now, but this is it for me. You're the first person I want to talk to when I wake up in the morning, and you're the last person I want to talk to when I go to bed. I just want to be close to you. I want to know you. I want to be there for you when you need someone. I want to laugh with you, and cry with you, and fight with you, and marry you and have babies with you because I love you, Margaret. I think I always have."

"Andrew… I… I don't even know what to say." She managed to say between her cries.

"Take your time. You don't have to know what to say."

There was no hint of disappointment or judgement in his voice. He knew she would speak when she was ready.

"All those years… I never, ever thought you loved me, or even could love me. I'm so sorry I didn't realize it sooner. I was just so caught up with work and everything and you were my assistant so how could it have even happened I just…"

"Sweetheart, you don't need to apologize." Andrew interrupted her anxious rambling. "I didn't know it until now. I was so preoccupied with pleasing my father that I didn't always let myself see you for the incredible woman you are."

Margaret looked at him through her watery vision. He was so real and earnest and hers. He was hers.

"I do want all of those things with you, Andrew."

Andrew brushed her hair back from her face, before gently clasping the necklace around her delicate neck. Looking at her, wearing his family heirloom, knowing she was his, was all he could ever hope for. They would be together, always.