You and Ike had been married for several years. Despite the hard times, your relationship kept growing stronger. Ike had his hotel, and you were a housewife. You took care of him when he had nightmares, when he felt unwell or overwhelmed.

That evening, you were lying on the couch, Ike right next to you, his head resting on your chest while you read a book. Suddenly, Ike spoke.

"Marry me." He looks up at you, his hand caressing your side.

You looked down at him, curious and surprised, and replied, "We're already married."

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, well… again."