Sprawled on the grass, Ianto and Lisa enjoyed their weekend away. Lisa closed her eyes against the sunshine, smiling; Ianto had never seen anyone so perfect.
“What’re you thinking?”
“Our life after we’re married.”
Ianto chuckled. “I haven’t even proposed yet! Tell me.”
“We’ll have two kids, a boy and a girl, Michael and Lauren.”
“Don’t I get a say in their names?”
“Nope! You’d pick something Welsh that I can’t pronounce!”
“We’ve got all the time in the world to think about our future. Let’s just enjoy today.”
A week later, they ran out of time.