Her rambling was enough to make him release an audible breath of exasperation, but one eye-roll and sleepy smile later, he'd pulled her tighter against him. He made a living handling and resolving conflicts, but marriage conflicts were not the sort he was trained to handle—nor did he desire any reason to need training for them. Despite the questionable methods that had seen them married, it didn't change the fact that they were legally married. He needed to make adjustments—quickly—to ensure he did not have an unhappy wife.

"I'll stay home," he agreed, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips before moving to his feet. "I'll have to write a letter to the office and find some reasonable explanation." Or a way to phrase his current situation to make it sound like a legitimate emergency (though he knew many who would consider a magic-induced marriage the perfect example of one). "Do you still have your letter? I might need it."

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