Melanie Moreland

“I still think you’re sexy,” she said sleepily.

I tightened my arms around her and chuckled. “Good to know, Rabbit. Good to know.”

“I don’t know when I’m leaving. I don’t know if it’s in two hours or two days, and … I don’t want to know because it will be all I dwell on. But until I do, I’m Rabbit. Your Rabbit. Give me that. Please.”

“If I’m wrong, I’ll back off and leave her alone. Unless she needs me.”

“And, if you’re right?”

“Then I’m bringing her home.”

“I found that reason you hoped I would find one day, Rabbit. You’re that reason.”

“You want to marry me?”

I love you. More than I can even express ... and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she whispered and leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine.

“You take such good care of me and our family,” she whispered as she snuggled against my chest.

“Good to know, Rabbit. Good to know.”