Taking The Next Step
"Let's get married," he tries. "Stella, I think we're ready to take the next step."
He pauses and shakes his head. "No."
He studies his reflection in the mirror and frowns. "No, that doesn't sound right," he muses. His brow furrowed, he gives it another go.
"Stella," he says, kneeling down and feeling like an idiot as he does so. "Marry me?"
At that exact moment, she pops her head around the door. She grins.
He takes in her expression and the curls bouncing around her face and is suddenly certain. This is right.
"Marry me, Stel?"
She nods. "Definitely."
fin.