Amalia Anderson.
Andrew and I ate, and then he lay beside me, cuddling me into his chest. He was careful not to squeeze me too much because he was well aware my body was sore and tender with all the injuries it sustained.
"Andrew..." I mumbled into his chest, and he hummed. We were watching the Avengers, the very first one, with the big, loud battle in New York. "You said that you know you want to get married to me..." I mumbled, and he hummed again.
"Yes, kitten..." he smiled and kissed my temple.
"Well, I know that I want to get married to you too..." I said, and I felt how his breath got stuck in his lungs.
"You are young, and you need to live a little before we can get married," he said, and I looked up.
"What if whatever I want to live is beside you?" I said, and he locked
