"I had no intention of letting him go. It's sort of implied with that 'death do us part' thing," he said, smiling. "We're married, Lily. We're staying together."
James kissed her again. "I hope you find what you want, baby, and it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl." He chuckled. "I'll be happy to come to the wedding, and I won't be decrepit if you get married before you get old and wrinkly. You're only four years younger."