When Padma leaned forward to kiss him, it felt like all of the stress and worry and tension just melted away from him in an instant. Nothing from the past few days mattered, not so long as she was still willing to do that.
"Padma," he replied, gently, reaching a hand up and tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering against her skin, "you're my wife. When have I not taken full advantage of a chance to celebrate that? With flowers or otherwise." They were, perhaps, the least he could have done.