After the crazy week, as perfect as it was meant to be, Horus was glad for the peace and quiet. Some things... could not have been. He knew that his father and his mother could not be together in that way or that Hathor's siblings and father (Horus still could not believe that blonde kid was Ra) could not live all together under the same roof. But there was one thing above all others that could and would be - Horus would be married to Hathor.
It sounded stupid put that way. To him, the names Horus and Hathor could not go together without marriage already being a solid fixture. Diego and Estelle would be married, perhaps, was a better way of phrasing the events that would come to pass. He had to laugh at his own ridiculousness - debating semantics in his head, really? - as he finally made it to the door of his own home. It had been a long day at work, and the click of the lock as he turned the key was more satisfying that it usually was.
"Honey, I'm home."
At first, the apartment seemed empty. There seemed to be no living presence within the household, until a child's giggle from the bedroom gave them away. Following right after was his mother's laughter, bright and full of life. There was quick Spanish spoken, intelligible from the doorway, and then Hathor emerged, wrapped in a white sundress that accented her skin just so. Her grin, never tired even after a round of laughter, was immediate.
"We were just talking about you," she announced on the walk up. Both hands found Horus' chest as she leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips.
One of his own hands snaked their way around her waist, the other making sure the strap of his messenger bag didn't slide off his shoulder. This was home, and Horus let himself relish the wave of satisfaction.
"And, pray tell, what were you saying?" Horus smiled over Hathor's shoulder at the bashful head of curls that peeked out from behind the doorway. Luca returned his father's look with another giggle, retreating back into the bedroom with the understanding that his parents were having another of those moments.
That grin of hers was wicked. "Oh, hooorrible things," Hathor admitted with a telling laugh (this meant a lie), relocating her arms around his neck and pressing close. Though they saw each other every day, she still wanted that proximity, his warmth. Despite the years of being together, not once did she ever falter in her desire for him. He was her tall, handsome, wonderful Diego. Nothing would take that away from her, not even Khaos.
"But I promised a certain little cub not to tell."
"Well, if you promised." Horus said, laughing and pressing another kiss to the tip of her head. His fiancée's head.
Which reminded him. "Hey, I'm no good at this planning business..." There was a sheepish pause - shouldn't this be easy for a couple that had already been wed, even if years and years ago? "But I think I found a florist."
She was quick to lean in and card her fingers through his short hair. Wedding planning had been on their minds for weeks now, so much so that Hathor had forgotten to include her family in on it. There was still so much to discuss, so much to arrange, but she had faith that everything would work out. It had to.
"Reeally? Who is it, do I know him?"
"I think it'd make Dad happy. Osiris dad, that is." Both Horus's sets of parents would be there for the wedding, yet if Horus was being entirely honest, he selfishly wished that the original set was not torn apart by whoever it was that Isis had decided to marry.
"It think he'll need a date, though. Even just an estimate." He supposed it would take sometime to cultivate the flowers that Hathor would want in the arrangement. And he would be too embarrassed to spring this on Osiris as a surprise. After all, Osiris was his father and not one of his students, whom he could easily fling requirement after requirement on.
Hathor lit up at the mention of her great nephew. Osiris had always been someone she adored, in all of her lives that she'd known herself. "All I have in mind is summer," she whined, tipping forward to press her forehead to her lover's collarbone.
"I can't think of a date. Will he be angry if I tell him to wait a week and we'll know then? I have to find out when my mama can come up." Because no wedding would be complete without her mama.
"Of course not," he said, simply basking in the warmth of her nearness. There were no worries or strife - and in fact the 'perfect' version of their lives had nothing to add to it but family members who were already around and a marriage that was already set to happen. Life was good, and Horus had no complaints to make.