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"I should hope so," Elias said, his smirk deepening. "Since you are my wife."

Lydia stepped closer, brushing her fingers lightly over the fabric of his jacket. "The best decision I ever made."

They stood like that for a moment, the fading light casting a golden hue over them as Peter slept soundly in Elias's arms. Finally, Elias helped Lydia into the carriage, ensuring she was seated comfortably before climbing in with Peter still cradled against his chest. Mug hopped in after them, curling up near Lydia's feet with a contented sigh.

As the carriage began to move, Elias leaned back, his free arm wrapping around Lydia's shoulders. She rested her head against him , her heart steady and full. Peter stirred briefly in his sleep, murmuring something unintelligible before settling once more against Elias's shoulder. Mug gave a small snort from his spot on the floor, and Lydia smiled, reaching down to scratch behind the dog's ears.

When they arrived at their townhouse, Elias carried Peter upstairs, his movements careful and deliberate. Lydia followed, her steps light as she ascended the familiar staircase. She paused in the hallway as Elias turned toward Peter's room, his broad back disappearing through the door. A few minutes later, he returned, his expression softened by the tenderness that only came when he spoke of or looked at their son.

"He's settled," Elias said, his voice quiet. "Mug's already curled up at the foot of his bed."

Lydia smiled. "Good. He's had a long, exciting day."

Elias reached for her hand, drawing her closer. "So have we," he murmured, his tone laced with something deeper, more intimate. His fingers lingered on hers, and Lydia felt a spark of anticipation flutter through her.

"You've given me so much," Lydia said softly, her eyes locked with his. "And now you're giving me something I never thought I'd find —a future that feels limitless."

Elias cupped her face, his thumb brushing along her cheek. "You've given me everything, Lydia. You've made me whole."

Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Even if I did marry an incorrigible man?"

"Especially then," Elias replied, his tone lighter now, though his eyes remained steady and sincere. He leaned down, his lipsbrushing hers in a kiss that was both tender and filled with promise.

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