"I will." She agreed, her voice choked with emotion even as a smile slid over her lips. How could he doubt that her answer would be anything else? She was honored to even have him consider the option. Just eight months ago she had been convinced she wouldn't be good enough for him and his family, and yet here they were. Each believing they were not worthy of the other. Perhaps that was what made their love so great, the fact that they strove to never take each other for granted.

Faustus was standing up then, leaning toward her. Her eyes fluttered shut as his warm palm embraced her face, his thumb brushing away the tear and leaving only a damp trace of it. Her hand reached up over his own and held his in place against her face. At his words she opened her eyes and met his gaze. Their lips met and in that moment Malou was quite certain she had never been happier. When he moved back she met his gaze and gave him a shy smile, "I may have some idea." She admitted a small blush on her cheeks.