With a gentle sigh, Rafe set Phoebie down on the bed they shared and then moved around to sit beside her. He was expecting a barrage of questions from her, to rehash the old concern of 'when to do we leave?' but instead, she just leaned against his shoulder with a sigh of her own. She held her hand up to examine the ring there and then reached across to lift his as well, playing with his fingers before twining hers tightly in his..
“Have I told you yet how happy I am to be married to you Rafe?” Phoebie murmured quietly.
“Hmm.. Maybe not in so many words.” He hummed, kissing her hair. “But you've definitely showed me.” He teased wickedly. Phoebie smacked the back of his hand with her free hand. She sighed again.
“Let's go home Rafe.” Phoebie said softly. Rafe was shocked, but
