And so we have made it to the end and survived! Here's a final bit of fluff and nonsense. Again many thanks for all your reviews.
Epilogue
"What would you like to do today?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
She smiled, mischievously.
"Ruth," he admonished.
She pondered.
"Get married."
He stopped stroking her shoulder and looked at her.
For a moment the two of them just gazed at each other.
"I think I misheard you, Ruth."
"I don't think you did," she smiled.
"Well say it again, just in case."
"Let's get married, Harry."
"When?"
"Today."
"Today?"
"Yes, today, let's get married today."
"I'm not sure it's as simple as that, Ruth."
"Well, if you don't want to, Harry, you just have to say."
"I want to, I just don't know if it's possible."
"Yesterday I didn't think it was possible to have a bomb implanted in my head , but it was,"
"Wouldn't you rather just stay in bed, Ruth? And let me do this to you."
She moaned.
'This' was very tempting.
In fact an hour and a half later and 'this' had become a bit of the other.
"Ruth, you're very easily distracted."
"I think you will find that any woman is easily distracted by that."
Harry opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.
"Though I'd much rather you didn't test that theory out."
"I don't need to know about any other woman Ruth."
"Good," she said, thinking that if she found him doing that to anyone else she would have to implant a bomb into their head!
"So, about this wedding, Ruth…have you gone off the idea?"
"What, in the last hour and a half? No, I don't believe I have."
"Right, well I think as a knight of the realm that I am entitled to get married in Westminster Abbey."
"It's a bit grand,"
"Yes, and I'm not sure you can just turn up and request a same day delivery, as it were."
"No, I'm sure you're right."
"Leave it with me, Ruth and I'll see what I can do."
"Well, I don't want to put you to any trouble, Harry."
"No trouble, honestly."
"Good, fancy a cup of tea?"
"No I fancy you."
"You've had me."
"Oh, nowhere near enough yet, Ruth."