Had Iris told him how extensive her list was, Thaumas wouldn't have been surprised. She had always been, in a charming manner, very thorough, well-prepared, organised and responsible. So when his girl chose one of the wind boys as her husband, he had to literally bite his tongue to keep himself from shouting a very heartfelt 'NO', because he didn't think that boy was good enough for her. But when was a man ever good enough in a father's eyes?
"I'd love that." At least the two kids were still together or together again, and the wind boy had better... No. None of his business. Iris seemed happy and that was all that mattered and two shared homes indicated that that things were going well, didn't it?
As they strolled down the street, his arm around her shoulders, Thaumas told her about his work, how it did keep him on the road quite a lot and how he wouldn't have it any other way. If he wasn't on the road, he could be found in Oceanside where he owned a house that had snow-white walls and a pool and palm trees - many, many palm trees.
"It's a very gratifying job, pays well most of the time, and I enjoy it a great deal." Was he happy, though? The marine god wasn't sure since he'd never sat down to think about it. He knew that right now he was and it showed on his face.
"Enough of boring old me. What about you? Splitting your time between two cities because you can or because you have to?"