His Question

Harlyn

We sit talking, and I watch the moon move across the sky. Wayne’s arms are wrapped around my body, comforting me. Something about this feels familiar; I’m unsure of why, however.

“Do you still want to marry me?” he asks, looking down at me. I smile and nod.

“Of course, we can start planning when we return,” I reply. “How long do you think we’ll stay?” I ask, unsure of his plan.

“A few days, my love, and then it will give you some more time with your family.” He smiles and kisses my neck. “What do you think about doing it here, my love?”

I listen to his words and glance at him, confused. “Doing what here?” I wonder what he wants to do.

“Get married. Your family is here. You know mine could take years to find and bring back for a wedding,” he explains, and I sit quietly, unsure of what to say.

“Why here?” I don’t get why he would want to.

“Well, as I just said, your family is here. This is where you were brought up. I also know it will be hard for your family to come to the weddi