"I know," Billy said, soft and tender, as he kept his seat on Goodnight's lap and matched that gentle kiss with equal measure. He combed his fingers gently through Goodnight's hair. "There's certainly no rush. But you don't need to be worried about finding a moment."

He hummed and twisted, gracefully grabbing one of the magazines and flipping through the pages. Eventually, he alighted on a page he'd marked, showing wedding bands with neatly engraved patterns on the insides of the bands. One showed a fleur de lis. Because of course it did.

"I suppose you could find a jeweler in town," he said softly. "When you're ready to make an honest man of me."