"I haven't - I'm starving." He grinned, fierce with joy. He returned that kiss - pressing his lips happily against hers. "Yes, absolutely hectic, but very much fun, and you're not the only one who's going to get jabbed."

He said that a few times, before smiling warmly, "I think I'll just call you 'my darling wife'. Because it will be true." He rose to his feet, and taking her hands, pulled her up so he could kiss her. "Well, it's still pretty abstract, if only because you don't even look a day pregnant, much less two months, and I still won't be able to tell anyone for another month beyond that. You know, I'm sort of surprised I've done so well not asking you to marry me until now - as I'm horrible at waiting."

He leaned his forehead against hers. "So where are we going on our honeymoon, my darling wife."