Is it? His lips are against her cheek and she can hear his words and he's still inside of her, they're still connected in the most wonderful way, and she decides, yes, it's alright. It's terrifying and overwhelming and she's worried she'll find some way to ruin this unexpectedly wonderful thing she's been given, but maybe she won't.

Maybe it will be alright.

"I love you," she answers, turning toward him again. A tear has escaped, trickling from the corner of her eye, toward her temple, and she doesn't bother trying to hide it.