“I want you to be the father of my child, yes, more than any other man in the world. I want us to grow old together, and lie tangled up in bed during long winter nights, and walk through the garden at the birth of every spring. I want you to read to me, letters and poems, and I want to feed you when you are sick and keep you warm during fever. I want to be by your side till the day I die.”
Book:Saplings of Sherwood