Desiree
"Babe, look!"
I raise a brow. "Babe?"
He shrugs. "Go with it. Look at this," He hands me his tablet.
"Is this?" I look up at him. "Is this what I think?"
He nods. "Our marriage certificate. They didn't even bury it deep. I found after a Boolean search."
I scoff. Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!
"Okay, okay, this is good. After an hour of searching, we got a marriage license, amd we got rid of a two hundred pound man. We're doing good, darling," I smile, pulling him into a kiss.
He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes trained on mine.
"I've noticed something. Don't get angry at me, but I think...at least before...I cared about you more than you cared about me."
"Why would you think that?"
"Think about it. We refer to each other in inequalies. I'm your Prince a
