"Faye," says Dean, struck by a sudden thought as he watches her smaller hand fold over his. His fingers against her belly still. It's not something he's thought of since Angua left, not because he doesn't love Faye, but because he's learned that hope is dangerous, but now...
"Faye," he says, and before he can think better of it, blurts, "Marry me."
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Date: 2012-04-03 04:31 am (UTC)"Faye," he says, and before he can think better of it, blurts, "Marry me."