When he pulled her back she couldn't help but curl one around up over her shoulder to her back to push the zipper down the smallest bit, allowing her some moving room. "Nope. No more planning, just...being." Which was scary when you thought about it, nothing ele to focus on but each other. It was probably the first time in their lives that was going to be a possibility.
Leaning up to look down at him she smiled, "Do you feel any different?" She was curious, wanting to know if he felt any different now that they were offical. Now that she was Denim Marie Christenson, his wife.