"To be fair, you were a whole day past your birthday," Misha laughed, stroking along the outside of her thigh.
"I'm actually the old one here, Mrs. Meru."
Misha crinkled his nose a little, unsure if he was keen on that term, because it showed that she was his, or put off, because it made him think of his mom.
"God, that reminds me! I still haven't given you your wedding present."