As he explored their new slash old home, Marian simply lay in bed, arms behind her head, smirking as she watched. Her hand traced what she believed to be a tiny foot and she simply shrugged as he asked his questions. Let him keep looking. She'd explain soon enough.
Though the comment about Guy in the bath made her give him a skeptical look. "I'm a bit more careful than that, my love," she replied, her voice teasing. She finally pulled herself up some, propping the pillows behind her back.
"I love you, too," she told him, her face brightening into a more genuine smile. "No worries about Guy. He's probably tucked safely away inside a space machine thing. Nothing's changed. It's exactly as you left it, if my wording was right. And I don't think the bauble would have let me cause a neighbourhood uproar. From the street, it looks just like the home we chose together." And on the inside, it was the home they'd been meant to have. The one they were supposed to be wed in, raise their family in, and grow old and die in. The manor they would have run as husband and wife had circumstance not gotten in the way.
She loved their life now. And she knew they wouldn't be the people they were had he not left for Acre, and Vaisey hadn't invaded Locksley and put it under Guy's rule. But this was at least a hint of a second chance. They wouldn't have the people they'd known before, besides Much, who would probably pick the most ostentatious room possible. But they had each other, and their friends, and somewhere around there, there was likely a confused little Arrow, too. Soon, they would add their first child, hopefully of a few to come.