"Sorry, Chad. In the past that was acceptable, but a lot is happening. The question remains, do you want to or not?"

"I do want to, I just don't know when to set it."

The little redhead took another draw from the lemonade and let it burn down her throat. She stared off into the back corner of the yard, thinking hard. The next part of this was going to be tricky, and she needed to choose her words carefully. Turning back to face him, she said softly, "Chad, I just want you to know that I want to marry you badly! I'm see this long-range; when we're seventy years...