That she had been so lacking in patience for him when he'd first returned had made him question her love for him, but it never had, and nothing ever could, change his love for her. When she had come so close to marrying another, he'd been ready to walk away. To leave the rest of his life behind. Because nothing mattered more in his life than she did. And without her, he couldn't have done so much of what he had.
A part of him wanted to ask why she'd been scared to accept it, but he wasn't sure if that was somewhere he wanted to go, something he wanted to question. Because he didn't know that he'd like the answer. "There's being justifiably selfish because it's our wedding, and then there's being too selfish, my love," he grinned.