"Yeah?" Billy smiles into the kiss. "I guess we're getting married. You're a ballsy woman, Chrissy Cunningham, marrying a man like me." A man who was an absolute mess of a human, who'd been a part of killing a whole bunch of people, who still couldn't even talk about his trauma. Who was terrified about the idea of becoming a dad at all, let alone now at 18 years old.

But they could do this. They could make this work. Except he needed to do this properly, so he sits back in the chair enough to meet Chrissy's eyes and he smiles. "Chrissy Cunningham, will you marry me?"