Avery reached out and gathered Lyra up against him so he was big spoon against her back, his arms around her middle. "You married me too," he mumbled into her ear, and tweaked her boob. "You married me in Vegas. Classic freak move."
Her hair was kind of in his face, and he had to brush it back, spluttering slightly to get a few strands out if his mouth. Oh the thought of closing his eyes again was so tempting... but finish that pancake still clutched in his sticky hand first. "mmmmm, pancake."