“I love you Abigail Mathews, and I want to grow old with you. I want to watch you paint. I want to watch you sleep. I want to watch your belly grow large with our kids. I want a family. I want a dog. Hell, I’d even consider a cat, because I know you like the one in the office. For you, I’d do anything.” He shrugged. “That’s all I got. I want you, and I think that this could be our home.”
