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“Now, be honest with me. Did you ever think we’d be here?”
John chuckled, his arm sliding just a bit more snugly around her slender waist. “Did you honestly think we ever wouldn’t?” he countered. He accepted the slightly more than gentle elbow to his midsection with soldierly grace before continuing. “What?”
“How did you even know?” Jane asked, chancing a side glance up at him.
His chuckled deepened. “I am N7, remember,” he recounted.
She snickered softly. “I am too, but the last time I checked that didn’t make us mind readers. Or did I miss that particular class in training?”
He shifted, now standing directly behind her, hands resting at her hips holding her close but his touch light. “I remember you telling me when we were kids,” he explained quietly.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “I did? When?”
His chin rested against her crown, a hint of whiskers brushing against and pulling lightly at her hair as he nodded. “You did. It was your fifteenth birthday and we were watching movies all night in celebration. When one of them showed a scene like this, you said you wanted to come here for a visit when you were older.” He bent closer, nearer to her ear, and dropped his voice as he finished, “It sounded like a good idea at the time.”
Sighing softly, Jane leaned back in his arms and snuggled in his embrace. “I remember now,” she murmured, eyes still staring out before them, soaking in the view. “Your exact words were, as I recall, ‘You are such a sap, McIntyre.’”
John shrugged, but otherwise didn’t move. He, too, was entranced by the view before them. The shades of oranges, reds, blues and purples as the sun slowly sank behind the peaks. Had she not suggested it to him, he doubted he would ever have thought he could find pleasure in such a thing. “That’s how a sixteen year old boy tells the girl he likes she’s got a good idea,” he informed her.
They were silent for a moment, both content in the view and each other’s company, especially since their time together would be so limited. Marriage was difficult when you could only be together once every so many months. Yet another reason the impact of his choice was so special to her.
With the balcony rail to her back, Jane leaned against it and turned so that she could face him, a smile curving at the corner of her lips. “So … how does a twenty-six year old husband tell his wife that her ideas are the best, hmm?”
John ducked his head so he could ghost a quick kiss across her lips before he replied, “Oh, I have an idea or two about that. But why don’t we finish watching the sunset first? Chances are it’ll be awhile before we can get back here again.”
Smiling, Jane leaned up and kissed his cheek before turning back around to watch with him. Later, she would find a way to thank him, but for now she held the fact that he had remembered her declaration from ten years before close enough to actually find a way to fulfill it close to her heart.