They woke tangled together, sheets half-twisted, legs entwined like neither had wanted to let go during sleep. Morning light filtered in from the sea-facing windows, pale and calm.
Ezra stirred first this time.
Mellody was still asleep, her breath warm against his chest.
For a few seconds, he stayed still — listening to the ocean, feeling the weight of her arm, grounding himself in something undeniably real.
They bathed together, unhurried, water steaming the mirrors. Nothing strange. Nothing heavy. Just warmth and quiet smiles.
After dressing, Ezra settled onto the couch, flipping on the TV more for background noise than interest. News, travel shows, muted sound.
Behind him, Mellody moved through the kitchen, familiar and effortless. The coffee machine hummed.
A minute later, she appeared, carrying two cups.
"Here," she said, handing one to him before sitting beside him. "Lifeblood."
He took a sip. Warm. Perfect.
They sat like that for a moment, watching the screen without really seeing it.
Finally, Ezra spoke."Yesterday's sunset…"He smiled faintly. "It was something else."
Mellody nodded, eyes soft."Standing above the clouds always puts things in perspective."
He glanced at her."And that thing you said. About being the Embodiment of Luck."He chuckled lightly. "Nice metaphor. You know — light in dark life. Luck walking into chaos."
She didn't laugh.
She turned to him slowly.
"That wasn't a metaphor," she said calmly.
Ezra blinked."…What?"
"I meant it literally," Mellody continued."I am the Embodiment of Luck."
Silence stretched.
Ezra stared at her, searching for a smile. A joke. Anything.
Nothing.
"…You're serious," he said.
"Yes."
His mind stalled — not panic, not fear — just shock.Processing overload.
"You mean… like—" he exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Like supernatural? Cosmic?"
She nodded once."Yes."
He sat back, stunned."So you're… what. A deity?"
"Yes," she said simply."But not primordial. Not absolute."
She lifted her clover locket, the emerald catching morning light.
"This is the source. It anchors the power. I didn't create luck — I channel it."
Ezra's thoughts jammed together.
"Wait—" he said slowly. "So you can control outcomes? Probability? You could—"His voice dropped. "You could change my outcomes."
Mellody reached out and gently took his coffee cup, placing it back in his hands.
"Drink," she said softly. "Then listen."
He obeyed automatically, taking a sip.
"I don't choose winners," she continued."If I did, effort would stop mattering. Struggle would lose meaning."
She met his eyes.
"If I tilt fate for one, I must tilt it for all. That's balance."
Ezra swallowed."So… you give equal luck to everyone?"
"Across the whole multiverse," she said.
His breath caught."…Multiverse?"
She nodded again."Yes."
He stared at the wall, silent for a long moment.
"…So you're multiversal-tier," he muttered, more to himself than her.
Mellody smiled faintly."If labels help you think, sure."
His head felt full. Blocked. Like trying to hold an ocean in his skull.
Finally, she touched his cheek.
"But you," she said gently, "you have me. And I have you.""That's not control. That's partnership."
Something eased in him.
Slowly.
"So I still fail," he said. "Still struggle."
"Yes."
"But I'm not alone."
"No."
He nodded, letting the truth settle — not with awe, but acceptance.
Mellody stood and grabbed her bag."Kelly's waiting. She wants to show us the Triplet Palace today."
She leaned down and kissed his forehead."Come on, husband. Process later. Live now."
Ezra stood, still a little dazed, but steadier.
They stepped outside together.
Kelly waved from the car, grinning."Morning, lovebirds. Ready for royalty?"
Ezra glanced at Mellody, then smiled — small, real.
"Yeah," he said. "Let's go."
The car pulled away, rolling toward the seashore, sunlight dancing on the waves ahead.
And for now —Ezra let himself existwithout trying to understand everything at once.