It was still such a foreign word to him, love. Odd to say, and even stranger to hear in conjunction with his name, directed at him.

"The feeling is mutual, if not still a bit to get used to." He takes a deep breath, continuing, "Will you forgive any mistakes I may make, as we go along?"

He was sure she would, but felt the need to reassure himself.

"What would you like to do today?"