A Small Request

Mila slapped her mouth with her hand as she grabbed Lyris’s waist with the other who was sitting in her lap and gurgling, staring at the ring. Lyris shot her little hands at the ring, but she couldn’t pick it up. Shorn laughed and ruffled her curly hair.

“Shorn, this is all happening way too fast!” Mila said, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes.

“It is not,” he replied. “Please marry me, Mila.