Somehow it seems like a mistake to her. This isn't a life she's imagined for herself in a long, long time and he makes it so hard to say no, easy to think maybe she shouldn't hold out. Veronica smiles without thinking about it, leaning forward to kiss him. "Where were you all my life?" she says lightly. Maybe she just isn't cut out for this, the domesticity of sharing her life with him that way, especially when it's not just her life anymore, and it's difficult to shake that niggling worry, but for a long time now, he's proven steady and good and loving, maybe more than she deserves. Even so, she doesn't mean to say anything more until she's speaking, clearly nervous as the words catch up with her. "Okay. I... I still need to... to see how Sam handles the idea, I — I don't even know that she understands the idea, but... if it passes muster, then... we can try that."