Frankie stroked Jason's hair he paid bills online.
“Jason, when are we getting married?”
He clicked the pay button, feeling lighter. “Whenever you want. I'm not due for another proposal for...” He checked the date on his phone. “Two more days.”
“I'm going for a romantic walk on the beach, so put on some sandals on Sunday.”
Frankie grinned. “You're so romantic.”
“I know,” He mumbled. “I swear you'll never find a man who proposes to you roughly every two weeks.”
“Well, I'm saying yes. Let's...go get married.”
He frowned. “What? Now?,”
“Not literally but soon.”
He sat up. “Well, what about the wedding? And your dress and—”
“We could just get married in city hall—”
“No. We're having a wedding. A real wedding.”
“Yeah but—”
Frankie froze, hearing a noise. No. No.
She got up, making
