"You're still worried?" She searches my face.

"I just don't want you to wake up one day and realize you didn't get the wedding of your dreams."

"E," she says, linking our fingers. "It's me who pushed for our original date. I can't remember before, but I know how much I love you now, and it's a lot. I want this."

I release a contented sigh. "Me too."

"Good." She smiles. "Us making it across the finish line on time despite everything is important to me."

I snake my arm out, tugging her closer. "I love that so fucking much."