Alfred's heart leapt. He'd believed her, when she'd said she would do anything for them, but this was tangible proof of it. There was nothing to say at this point except that he loved her so much it hurt. Even if this changed nothing on the surface of things — even if she went back to her father's house and slept in her empty room tonight and he still had to write her father a pleading letter the next morning and even if no one ever knew — it changed everything, of course. It was everything he'd been looking forward to, for years. He wasn't leaving — he'd determined to stay and muddle through this even if it felt the way it had a moment ago, even if they were sinking, even if it never got better — but now here they were, on the other side of it, and she'd said yes.
"We'll keep it a secret," he agreed. He moved his hands to the sides of her face and leaned in to kiss her, deeply. "I love you," he said, as though it needed saying in a moment like this. He was practically giddy, but he hadn't planned this — for all his talk on so many other occasions of being willing to elope with her on a moment's notice, he was woefully ignorant of the logistics — and he didn't know what to do next. "Do we need a witness, or something?" he asked in a rush, hoping she would have some better idea of where to start than he did.
"We'll keep it a secret," he agreed. He moved his hands to the sides of her face and leaned in to kiss her, deeply. "I love you," he said, as though it needed saying in a moment like this. He was practically giddy, but he hadn't planned this — for all his talk on so many other occasions of being willing to elope with her on a moment's notice, he was woefully ignorant of the logistics — and he didn't know what to do next. "Do we need a witness, or something?" he asked in a rush, hoping she would have some better idea of where to start than he did.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER