She kissed his jawline before pulling away. "Hm. Fine." She settled back into her pillows, but still held his hand. She seemed to be hesitating. "If I fall asleep," she began, "would you leave?"
She grinned at him, leaning back in her pillows. "No, that's lovely. But, I mean, you can leave if you want to. I'm not going to be very exciting."
"You don't have to be exciting for me to want to stay with you," he said. "I'm doing it because you're everything to me."
She smiled at him sleepily before yawning. She settled back into the pillows and cocked her head. "So..." she said. "I was thinking May."
"I would like to marry you in May," she said evenly, watching him for his reaction. "If that's okay. I don't know. May is when I first met you, and May is when I fell in love with you." She shrugged, a little self consciously. "I mean, to be honest, I'd love to marry you at any time. But I think May would be nice."
"Good!" she said, nodding. "I was worried you'd say no." She tugged on her curls thoughtfully. "It's about six months away, though. Are you okay with that?"
"It is," she said cheerfully. "It's the best month." She paused with a slight frown. "Francis, when is your birthday?"
"Then we wouldn't be able to get married," she said reasonably. "Anyways, seeing as I missed your birthday, I request a make-up day."
