The stars shine bright above you as Javier strums his guitar in the background. The sweet little tune and crickets are the perfect backdrop to a slow dance.

"Y'know baby, the preacher may never marry us, and my Momma may never know you, but I can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars." Arthur whispers softly, hands squeezing your hips slightly as you press your forehead to his. "And if that ain't what marriage is... I'm not sure what else God is looking for."