emma-bull

You__l be angry, but I__ going to ask anyway. Will you marry me?' The unsupported voice, the one that happened when he couldn__ breathe, but had to speak.I nudged his hands apart to see his face, and found it faintly overcast by tension. 'No,' I said gently,He blinked again and asked, his voice unaltered, 'May I ask you once a year, every seventh of December, in case the answer changes?''Yes. I don__ think it will.''Oh. I only ask because I hate the thought of not having breakfast with you for the rest of my life.''My dear,' I said. 'Jamie. That__ a different question.''Oh. Will you have breakfast with me for the rest of my life?''Probably.