*manages to roll you on top of him and winds his arms snugly around your waist again, his mouth seeking and finding yours, kissing all breathless passion even as he wars with the mad urge to laugh, or maybe cry (how could he have forgotten such delirious happiness, even for a moment?)*
*drops his head back onto the pillow and grins up at you* *murmurs rather nonsensically, knowing you can't possibly know what he's talking about (but that you'll understand all the same)* Oh. This is what it's like. And you're going to marry me. *as if there can be no question* Today, I think.