She could roll her eyes and tell him to grow up all day. More often than not it just earned her an amused little smirk that told her he knew she didn't mean it. And true, sometimes she didn't. It was just irritating, was all! He was such a brat sometimes.
But she was the woman in love with that brat, and she curled into him, tucking her legs on the sofa and slipping her arms around him as she worked to get more comfortable. It never ceased to amaze her how perfectly they fit together. Like someone, somewhere had orchestrated the union of Sir Edward's only daughter and the young Earl of Huntingdon. In her mind, it was nothing to do with the joining of families, or lands, or money. It was done for how beautifully she was able to mold to him.
Or, at least, that's why it was now. Among other reasons.
"It's good that you're learning you can't argue with me," she teased, the sound muffled as her lips moved against his neck. "I hear that's a very crucial step in a marriage." Her eyes closed at the touch of his lips and she sighed contentedly, loving him just that much more.