"You're rambling, honey. Calm down. I'm not going anywhere and we don't have to do this right away. Whenever you want to have the wedding. Kid's not a bastard when his dad is right here," he laughed, kissing her even more. "I dare someone to call my son a bastard. It'll earn them a rocket up their ass." He ran his fingers up and down her spine, tucking her head under his chin and hugged her tight. "I love you, too," he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "So very much, Remy. But it's up to you when the wedding happens. I don't care if it's next week or a year from now. As long as you marry me."