songbird

“That I can do,” he said with a grin. If he could get out of making these sort of decisions, he would do his best to do just that. He kissed the tip of her nose, laughing. “If you were doing that, you’d see how poor of a decision letting me choose anything for our place.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he all but chirped. Her enthusiasm was infectious. “I’d much rather you do it because I’ll admit I have no idea what I’m doing.” He leaned his forehead against hers, a smile playing on his lips. He’d be forever grateful, too, because whatever she decided to do would be presentable to his parents, who deserved nothing but the best.

“Must have slipped my mind,” he said with a shrug, but he flashed her a smile all the same. He took step forward and caressed her cheek before closing the gap to kiss her lips gently. “Welcome home, mi alma.”

“I don’t think I did anything that aggravating is the thing,” he said with a frown. He racked through their encounter and couldn’t think of anything too off the wall. He probably did. “Either way, I’m relieved for you to be here finally.”

“In her defense you can be perfectly maddening,” she said affectionately. “Now, are you just going to stand there and not kiss me and welcome me to our new home?”

“Of course not,” Nico replied in mock offense. “Not intentionally. My mere existence seems to torture her, though.”

“Okay,” Rivkah started, regarding her fiance. “Please tell me that you haven’t been torturing your ex wife while I’ve not been here.”