No other words, when placed together and directed at him, could have ever produced the reaction that those ones did. His heart did a funny bit of a flutter, and there was joy in the sound of it. Peter reached, tracing his fingers lightly along her jawline.
Wife. The word was private, kept for himself. One of the steps involved in making that word into a word for her. He wanted to hear it, to say it, and to know it was hers.
"Hello, wife."
The thrill of seeing her, his bride, in all her matrimonial glory had been worth every moment of waiting. She was stunning to behold, and he couldn't believe that she was his. His.
Still, he raised an eyebrow, giving her a curious look. "Now that you've got me here," he said, "what are you planning to do with me?"