The way he says her name -- it's as if he thinks he's done something, or that she's leaving for reasons that aren't true. It only lasts a moment before his joking returns, but that moment tugs at her heart and she wants to chase that feeling away from them both.

"Well, don't worry, I'll try not to test the strength of your stomach tonight," she assures him, reaching out to take his hand in her own just long enough to give it a gentle squeeze before letting go. "We can save that for tomorrow."

The smile she flashes him is bright and full of promise of more to come. "You can stay here if you like, or go wherever you please. This is our home for the next week, nothing is off-limits." And she meant it - he is her husband now, her protector, and he has free reign of the spaces they now share.