Hands sliding from her shoulders up to her neck, they gently cupped her jaw, burying slightly in his fingers. "We'll make them." Someday they would have to move back to Italy, he would have to take after his father- help to raise his own heir; but for now they could enjoy England and each other.
His thumbs brushed the lobes of her ears as he looked down at her softly. "You did a wonderful job decorating Ver." Montague said, taking another small look around. Really he didn't particularly care what it looked like, but it was well done, not that he'd ever had any doubts on her ability.