Fabian's hand held mine all through as we drove to the hotel. He felt warm, and I swallowed, occasionally turning to him to try and gauge his expression. I couldn't tell, and I swallowed, clearing my throat.
"Well, hello there, husband."
He broke into small laughter, a d shook his head, then turned to me. "I wasn't sure what I wanted you to hear the first time as my wife."
I shook my head. "Does it matter?"
He slowly nodded. "It does. I think it will shape how the rest of our lives will be."
I gave a small smile. "Did I make a mistake with the first thing you heard as my husband?"
Fabian shook his head, meeting my eyes. "Do you really think there is a mistake you could make while addressing me as your husband?"
I smiled and leaned back, my eyes turning to the window to my right. Fa
