"If we got in a car wreck today and I fractured all my vertebrae, would you still marry me?" she asked.

A chuckle escaped his lips. "After all that, you'd still be alive?"

Her contemplative juvenile face turned into a frown. "Billy, I am being serious. Stop joking around."

Billy shook his head as if to shake all the amusement out of his mind. He decided to let the silence linger. Yet the more silence, the more he realized how much he hated her need to talk about the future. The future. It always made him nervous and uneasy not knowing what lied ahead; this is why he preferred not to talk about it.

"Do you really have no answer?" her words broke his thoughts and the silence of the humid night air.