"And I will spend the rest of our lives defending your happiness, my darling." Ah Aleron, so good at taking a sweet and light moment and making it weighty. But he absolutely means every word. And while he has custody of Bethany's lovely hands, he lifts both and kisses the tops (yes even though there are gloves in the way) of both. Then a thought occurs and he corrects himself, "My wife."

My wife. He could repeat those two blessed words over and over. For not the first time, he marvels how he's so lucky to have garnered the affections of such an amazing woman and she consented to marry him.

Aleron scoots closer to Bethany on the bench. Better to be as close as humanly possible for the short stolen moments they are taking for themselves. They will eventually have to go back and be social, and he'd endure that and more for her sake. Though perhaps for once it is not as much a burden as it might have been. Today is about them. What a novelty that is.

"Are you happy, Bethany?"