Couldn't Utter My Love When It Counted

He flushed, as she put what he couldn't into words. That he'd needed her to know he wasn't leaving for good. That he was going to come home to her. And then she was asking if he could say it again; three little words that she'd always known but never heard. I love you.

He cleared his throat softly, as she pressed a kiss just below each ear, then his nose, he chuckled again. I love you, v-very much.

The silence was comfortable, his gaze swept around the deserted street, assuring himself it was truly empty. And eventually, he pulled her into his lap, and slipped his arms around her. Your ring, he reached to trace the delicate metals. was a bitch to make. Cost me a pretty piece, back in '37. Knew you were it for me, though.