There was a lot Abbie didn't understand about where Ichabod came from, and a lot she knew she'd never really get the way he needed someone to. She did her best to help him out, but she was a modern girl through-and-through. She'd never know what it was like to live with all the rules they'd had back then.
Which was probably for the best, she reminded herself. She wouldn't have been free back then.
Despite how often she teased him for not understanding the 21st century, or corrected him (only to find out she'd misjudged him instead), she knew it wasn't easy for him. She didn't want to push him too much and find herself on the receiving end of his temper. The last thing she'd wanted was to push him away. So she tried to understand and tried to give him time to adjust, which he'd done remarkably well. Better than she would have done in the past. Maybe he'd never take a woman home from a bar the first night they met, but was that such a bad thing? Luke had never treated her the way Ichabod always had. Abbie was pretty sure that there was something to be said for his old-fashioned manners after all.
She took his hand and laced their fingers together. "Together," she echoed with a slight nod. "I like that idea. We'll forge our own path, just like we always do. As long as we follow our hearts, we can't go wrong."