“Oh?”
“Yes! I was waiting for the perfect moment, but you beat me to it.”
“Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologise. I’m glad you brought it up.”
I settle my head on his shoulder again.
“Is my place okay?” Jimmy asks. “It’s not too far from the farm?”
“No. It’s perfect.” As commutes go, we’ve both lucked out compared to a lot of people.
“What are your thoughts on marriage?” Jimmy asks tentatively.
“I haven't thought about it.”
“Considering what happened with Billy, I wouldn’t be surprised if Billy put you off marriage.”
Has he? “He's in my past.”
“Yes, but even so…”
I sigh. “I wouldn’t want to rush into getting married again. I love you. I trust you. You won’t hurt me as Billy did, but, at the same time, there’s no reason to hurry, is there?”
Jimmy kisses my hair. “No.”
“It’s not no, it’s just not yet.”
“I understand, baby.”
“Let’s move in together and see how we want to do down the line.”
“I’m good with that.”
I put my hand on his thigh. “I love you so much.”
“I never doubted that for a second.”
The taxi pulls to a halt outside Jimmy’s—soon to beour—flat. We pay him and then get out of the car.
The driver winds his window down. “Good luck with moving in together. I hope it goes well.” He winds his window up and drives off.
I stare after the car, bemused.
“That was…” Jimmy scratches his head.
“Sweet?”
He laughs. “Yeah, I guess so.” He holds my hand. “We don’t need luck.”
“We don’t?”
“No. Because we’re made for each other. You and I fit together.”
“That doesn’t mean there won’t be ups and downs.”
He waves his free hand dismissively. “All couples have ups and downs. We’ll get through anything and everything. You know why?”
