There was a soft smile on her face. "I missed you, too." Carrie had gotten used to being a couple, to seeing him every day, to his sleeping in a bed that held his scent, to his touch. She fought the urge to kiss him. Mostly because she didn't want to distract herself.
"Maybe," she hesitated. "Maybe we should try this." She looked at him. "Maybe we could do this. And do it right... get married again... when I'm older." This was a little scary. Carrie's heart was pounding.