She wasn't positive she would ever get used to being called that but she supposed with the girls on the way, she'd just have to. As they walked she thought over it, thought of Marlowe and how much she'd wanted him to adopt her as well as she'd adopted him- how that wish was coming true so suddenly.
When he tugged her hand she looked down at him. The confession was a strange one though. "Whatever for, darling?" she asked, entertaining the fantasy for a bit.