Three statements:
"You're an odd man, Strange."
"You still love me."
"Yeah, so?"
A laugh from him, a grin from her. She looked at him in the warm light of the fire, licking the inside of the fireplace with its orange flames.
"So, I like that you love me," he tried so hard sometimes at witty comebacks to heartfelt moments. He looked at her, the rosy cheeks from the cold Nepalese winter and her sweet eyes. So beautiful. So innocent. So her.
"Do you love me?" she asked as she sipped from her mug. She was always the first, in every one of the relationships she'd been in, to say the three beautifully heavy words. Always the first. He watched the fire for a moment, dissected the question and planning the best answer.
He was a doctor, after all. And thought like one.
He slumped these thoughts aside and said with complete sureness and complete passion, "Yes, Grace. I love you more than anyone I've ever known. And I will always love you more than anyone I will ever know."
She grinned like a child, setting her mug down. She took his face in her warm hands and pulled him to meet her.
She loved this man.
And he loved this woman.
More than anyone he'd ever known and more than anyone he will ever know.
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A/N: happy 10 days till christmas! stay cozy, stay loving, and keep reading! christmas specials coming up.
yes, you heard correctly: specials.
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