"If I hadn't come back, would you really never remarry?"
The sun was already high when Orson looked down at Blank curled in his arms. She was like a gentle cat, her face buried against his chest, breathing in his scent as if she could never get enough of it.
"Who would dare to marry me?"
Blank raised a brow proudly. "I'm the US Triple Crown winner, Earth's Archmage, the woman standing beside the Chaos God… is there any title more badass than that?"
"Alright, alright, that's enough showing off."
Orson's face flushed slightly. It was one thing when others said it, but hearing it from her lips always made him uneasy.
"Oh, there's one more title."
Blank smiled like a fox, leaned close, and whispered in his ear, "Hubby."
Orson froze, eyes wide. After all these years—after everything they'd been through, after raising a child—this was the first time he had ever heard that simple, ordinary word from her.
