"Right," she says, letting out a quiet, contented hum as his lips brush along the back of her neck. "Only thing we can do, really."

They stand there for another minute, Rosie quiet and happy to let herself be held, surrounded as much by the brightness and warmth and love that's filled her life for the last several months as she is by the solid circle of Nick's arms. Hard-fought as it had all been, it's here now, and Rosie can't imagine ever giving it up.

"So," she says, turning her head to look back at him, "should we wait until Charlie and Sabrina are ready, or would you like to open your gift now?"