Everything felt in place. That was the best way he could describe it. Things fit in a way they hadn't before. A wife, a house, a son... what could anyone ask more for? He knew the thoughts were particularly un-Slytherin like; but for once it didn't matter.
Squeezing her shoulder as she leaned into him, Montague couldn't help but smile, and tilt to kiss her temple. "The privacy spells are fine, for now." He said evenly, before stepping in front of her, his hands moving to her shoulders. "We're home." He said softly.