Every touch of Macklyn's lips to his skin ignited the small spark of hope that he had been struggling to keep lit. So many things had plagued him in the last three days, but despite the war he had waged with himself he was glad to know the peace and serenity he found within his mate. His love. His everything. No one was perfect, and no matter what they went through Eric had known from the jump exactly how the vampire fairy was. And he accepted all of it.
"You never will." He wouldn't lie and say he hadn't thought of leaving. He had. He knew that Macklyn knew because Eric hadn't hidden the feeling or the thought from his mate. But he couldn't leave. In the end, Eric knew he had made the right choice in coming back. In coming home.
This didn't push what happened aside, it would still linger between them but Eric wouldn't push Macklyn away. He was exhausted from the rush of emotion, but he would rest in the arms of his love and things would get better in time.
He breathed out a sigh of relief, arms curled around Macklyn's neck and their foreheads pressed gently together. Eric tipped his head some, then, and offered Macklyn a smile, "That's what we should call him. Saucer."