"Are you okay?" Rory looked up at his wife as she played with his hair, his head resting on her lap.
She nodded, "yeah I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know, but recently you've been really clingy".
"Clingy?" She looked down at him
"Okay, maybe clingy wasn't the right word to use, I mean you've been more...passionate about cuddling me every chance you get, I'm not saying I don't enjoy it, but there's something wrong with you, I know there is".
She sighed, "I'm just afraid I'm going to lose you, like I worry about you so much when you're not here, ever since the fire I've been terrified something's going to happen to you".
He sat up and took hold of her hand, "Amy, nothing is going to happen to me, I swear on my...poor choice of wording" he smiled and put his arm around her, "we're going to the children's home next week, and we're going to adopt and then we're going to grow old together, that's a promise" he kissed her for a few seconds, "I love you so much".
She smiled and stroked his hand, "I love you too".
