One of Many
A new story! Bitemebat bought my fic offer for the Rupert Graves birthday auction run by the epic Wastingyourgum on the gravesdiggers blog. She asked for sweet fluff with Micah and Jasper involving this particular situation.Â
This is a one-shot! The first Foldings one-shot, I think! And it is not âTen Years Earlier,â either, so there may be kissing. Maybe the ghostly hint of something more.Â
If you prefer to read it on AO3, here you go!
âMicah.â He waited until he was sure he had Micahâs full attention, and set his palms gently against Micahâs cheeks. âDarlinâ. I love you. We can do whatever youâd like.â
Micahâs face twisted, his lips pressed together, brows scrunching down but then lifting over the bridge of his nose. âButâŠbut you should like it, too.â
He could do this.
He could do this.
It was going to be fine.
He could do this.
He was married, for the love of MegâHad been for two years now, too. This wasnât their first anniversary. Two solid years of working together, sleeping together, living togetherâŠhow much more pressure could there be after someone had seen you naked?
Lots, apparently.
Jasper paced the lab, absently straightening and rearranging things as he passed. It looked neater if the bottle with the longer pliers was at the back, but then he remembered Micah was working inside the new alembics and using those pliers a lot, so he returned it to its original position. Then he reversed the order, putting the short pot with the oil stubs on the end, but that just looked awkward. He shoved his hands in his pockets and paced some more, reminding himself that Micah wouldnât even notice, he wouldnât think about it, heâd glance and grab, and if it needed moving, heâd move it. It wasnât that he didnât care that Jasper tidiedâMicah appreciated it on an almost obscene level and had said so, and heâd pointed out how much faster he worked after Jasper reorganised things. But there was a functional, helpful level of tidying, and then there was nervous fidgeting while he waited for his lover to return to their rooms after the last meeting of the morning on the fifth anniversary of having declared in public that they intended to be together for the rest of their days.Â
Jasper was a positively tragic excuse for a human being.
Heâd changed clothes, then changed back. After all, that morning heâd dressed a little better than usual for a morning of overseeing chores, cleaning the bakery pantry, and going over the kitchen accounts. Nothing fussy, but heâd taken his jacket off in the pantry. Then heâd come back upstairs, paced a bit, changed, realised he was dithering like an idiot, and still didnât know what Micah himself might have in mind for the day. So heâd changed back. That was less pressure, wasnât it? Micah had seen him this morning, he knew what Jasper was wearing. What if he came back up and saw Jasper in his fanciest formal gear, and felt awkward proposing they go to Micahâs favourite beach? Or what if Jasper greeted him wearing nothing but a rose, and Micah had hoped to whisk him away to a night at the theatre and the performance started in half an hour? Granted, it never took him as long to get dressed as it took Micah, but the way he was dithering, itâd take two hours just to decide what to wear.
He shook out his hands, jumped in place for a bit, and groaned. The hard part was over alreadyâhis gifts were perfect. Just thinking about them made him grin even now, while his heart was trying to squirm out of his chest. Stupid lump of meat. He banged at his chest with his fist, wondering if it responded to threats from other body parts, like if the hands and brain ganged up on it.
âSwallow wrong?â
Of course. Jasper gasped, stomping one foot hard before turning to see his bastard of a husband crossing to meet him, smiling. âYou think youâre so clever,â Jasper muttered, taking two hurried steps to catch Micah up, setting his hands on Micahâs hips and hoisting him into the air, catching him in a tight hug.
âWell I actually am,â Micah said, feigning offence for only a moment before bending for a kiss, letting himself be held. âYou think youâre so strong,â he added when they broke apart.
Jasper set him down on his feet. âYeah, thatâs all a lie. Mirrors. Lots of mirrors. So many mirrors.â
âI knew you werenât null.â
He couldnât have held back his grin if heâd tried. His heart was still a bit wriggly, but now he had Micah to look at, so everything would be all right. âLies. All of it. Iâm telling you.â
Micah just snorted and turned away. âOh. Er, youâveâŠâ He waved a hand at the worktable.
âYeah, yeah,â Jasper sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets again.
âI know you always sayââ
âItâs all right, darlinâ. How many times?â
âButââ
âBut, but, butâŠâ Jasper wrapped him into a hug again. âIâve stopped apologising for tidying. And what was your end of the bargain, again? Remind me.â
âIâll stop apologising for actually using my work space,â Micah sighed, not meeting Jasperâs eyes.Â
âYes, you will. And it wonât cost you a drop of blood.â
âIt does hurt, though,â Micah said quickly.
âYeah, same pain I get not apologising, though.â
âYouâre right, I know, I knowâŠâ
âOkay, best way out of this is leaving the room,â Jasper said, releasing Micah and stepping back. âIâm dying to know. Whatâd you pick?â
âAh.â Micah shifted a bit, drawing his arms back and stepping away. âWe have a few choicesââ
âIâm up for anything,â Jasper said quickly, flapping his arms uselessly at his sides. âSeriously. You name it, Iâm happy. So long as I get to do it with you, IâmâŠdelirious.â He couldnât stop grinning. Why was he even trying? And that bright little hint of colour on Micahâs cheeks made it impossible anyway.
âWell, Iâd thought of a few options,â Micah said, pausing, scratching his lip with his middle finger.
âHonestly, Micah, whatever youâd like.â
âIâyes. Well. Iâm not really sure, now.â The same finger was now rubbing one eyebrow as he looked up, head tilted.
âMicah.â He waited until he was sure he had Micahâs full attention, and set his palms gently against Micahâs cheeks. âDarlinâ. I love you. We can do whatever youâd like.â
Micahâs face twisted, his lips pressed together, brows scrunching down but then lifting over the bridge of his nose. âButâŠbut you should like it, too.â
âI will. Iâll love it. Just donât make me stay there alone. If thereâs room for two, I donât care. We couldâŠcurl up on a shelf in the wine cellar. Honestly.â
Jasper realised his heart had stopped squirming back around the time Micah had entered the room, and it suddenly made sense. Heâd been so anxious a few moments ago, and since then, the only thing that had changed was Micahâs presence. Jasper hadnât changed clothes (again), he hadnât given Micah a single one of the gifts, he didnât know where they were going or what they were doing. Heâd received nothing that had alleviated any of his nameless worries, whatever they were, but then Micah had come in, and Micah was worried. Whatever it was that Jasper was so worried about was nothing next to seeing his husband in distress, no matter how ridiculous the reason. Micah was upset, therefore his job was comforting him. He had no time for his own bodyâs ridiculous predicament. All that mattered was calmâfinding some, and giving it to Micah.
And, for that matter, what had he been worried about? He knew to his bones that Micah would love his actual gifts, and wasnât too shy to ask Jasper to wear any particular thing in their wardrobesâor stop wearing it, either. He wouldnât give a toss about any rearranging of accessories on the worktop. He simply wanted to make Jasper happy.
He slid his hands down Micahâs arms and grabbed his hips, pulling him close. âHey. We spend all our days rushinâ around, taking care of everybody, then snatching our own minutes and moments around schedules. We only take a few days in a year to focus on us. The only thing we have to do right now is enjoy each other, right? And we both want that. So whatever you had in mind, whatever youâve chosen, whatever decision you canât make, itâs fine. All of it. If Iâm somehowâand I cannot stress enough how stunningly unlikely this isânot in the mood for it, I will say so. But really, right now Iâm justâŠso excited to see you. There was a time when both of us thought this was never gonna happen, remember?â He waved a hand between them, his wrist flopping loosely. âBut we did it. We got it. Two years, Micahâtwo whole years. A couple of months of sheer lunacy, but weâve made it. Weâve made it this far. And I still love youââ He paused, savouring the words, the chance to actually say them, remembering the time back when heâd somehow believed this glorious man wouldnât be interested in him. His throat tightened, but even that just spread his grin wider for a moment. âI still love you, Micah. Weâre always gonna love each other. And today is justâŠthat. Nothinâ else. Doesnât change, not gonna change, no matter where we go.â A happy thought occurredâno, an even happier one, to be honest. âItâs not like this is gonna be our only one, yeah? Weâve got loads more anniversaries ahead of us. JustâŠgobs of them. So if we get halfway to dinner and think, âoh, bollocks, wish weâd thought of that this morning,â well, weâll try that next year. Or the one after. Or the one after that.â He bit his lip and ducked his chin a little, coaxing Micah to meet his eyes steadily.
And Micah did, his skin now flushed an even, rosy pink, his eyes bright and wide, flicking back and forth between Jasperâs own. âYou are, without a doubt, the sweetest human being I have ever slept with.â
Jasper snapped his teeth an inch away from Micahâs nose. âAhh, bollocks to that. Come on, if youâre still undecided, how about we start with presents?â Jasper took a step back toward the door of his cupboard. He knew exactly what was about to happen.
âNo!â Micah said, fervent, reaching out. âNo, you know those come at the end!â
As Micah had insisted on every formal gift-giving occasion. Presents to be unwrapped came at the end of the day, sitting together, after theyâd already done the active part of the day. Usually in bed. Jasper was fairly sure that that last part of the tradition had started with him, at leastâhe couldnât imagine Micah somehow gathering all his closest friends around his own bed on the evening of his naming day.
âYâknow,â Jasper said trying to sound thoughtful, âConsidering how these nights usually end, some might say youâre making the kissing bit at the end seem a little anti-climactic.â
âOh, no,â Micah said, solemn, puzzled, baffled to the edge of hurt. âYou have it backwards. We have a day of making memories, then gifts that are tangible souvenirs of the day and tied to those pleasant memories, anchoring them, and then the last is sharing the gift we always share, the one thatâs always with us no matter where we are or what weâre doing. It isnât less special for being constant, but it puts the day in perspectiveâmemories are intangible, gifts might not last, but what we have, what we feelâŠâ He waved his hand between their chests, unconsciously imitating the same gesture Jasper had made earlier. âThis is with us forever.â
Jasper stood for a moment, just looking at this beautiful, clever, wise man whoâd found him and fit into his life like the second beat of his heart. âWeâd better get started, then,â Jasper finally said, his voice just as soft as Micahâs had been. âWeâve got ourselves a climax to build towards.â
He did change clothes: the gorgeous black suede coat that was becoming Jasperâs favourite thingâand people werenât things, so that was fairâin the world, the tall black boots with ornate silver work matching the coat, a shirt so white it almost seemed to glow with a harsh light of its own, and a black brocade waistcoat that was worthy of being the centrepiece of any other outfit. Micah swirled a length of thin, dull grey silk around his collar that actually made Jasper frown, until heâd finished tucking and looping it into a strangely simple masterpiece under his chin, and settling Jasperâs locator crystal into the folds. Heâd been a little in awe when heâd caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. Maybe all the praise Micah flung at him wasnât completely unwarranted. He looked like the sort of person he would have imagined at Micahâs side, a few years ago.Â
Micah had worn a new suit of his own, the coat far more structured than his usual robes. Light blue silk shimmered with periwinkle when the light struck it right, trimmed in gold and darker blue. The colour swept down from a substantial collar to tails reaching low on his calves, and framed the white shirt with lace that made Jasper want to bite, and soft grey trousers above low grey boots.Â
Theyâd strolled through some of the Dimnoson gardens, Jasper having to be stopped from stroking some of the flowers along the way. It wasnât his fault that heâd never noticed the furry petals before, but after Micah showed him what happened to a pebble he threw into the soft burgundy folds, he was happy to stay away.Â
Lunch at a hanging-pod restaurant had followed. Jasper watched as their cozy nest was dragged close enough to the boardwalk that they could step straight into the cushioned interior, and then it was carefully lowered back into place, swinging only gently. Tray after tray of small, simple dishes floated in with no intrusion from staff, gliding into place between them on the table that was barely a handspan higher than their âfloor,â which was a lot more like an extremely generous mattress than it was any surface Jasper had walked on before. They scooped together piles of the other pillows and built their own supports, lounging next to each other, not lying and not sitting, legs stretched out but food in easy reach, able to trade bites and feed each other as the mood struck. Round glass walls gave them a spectacular view of the gardens theyâd walked through. Theyâd spent a lazy few hours, nibbling and just talking with no interruptions in a way they never seemed to get to do at home.
After lunch was another stroll, this one along a rocky shoreline through a portal using settings Jasper had never seen before. It seemed to be morning, wherever they were, with the sun low on the horizon but inching higher. A rough, fresh breeze helped wake them up, and Micah watched for a while as Jasper flung pebbles into the waves from a low cliff, teasing the kelpies in the waves below into biting at the splashes. When Micah joined in, it grew competitive. They soon had the lithe, sinuous animals spinning in circles and almost knotting themselves in excitement, and then things devolved to Jasper and Micah bickering like children over who had more horse-heads circling below them.Â
A gust caught Micahâs coat, flaring it around him and nudging him a step back from the cliff. Jasper fell silent, staring in awe at a creature more graceful than all the kelpies combined, and he wondered how heâd been so lucky. The white lace of Micahâs jabot fluttered up against his lips, the curl on his forehead falling loose as he tipped his head aside. When Micah looked over at the sudden silence, all Jasper could do was smile.
The ground was too sharply rocky for lying down on, so Jasper held him up against a wind-shaped tree, watching Micahâs back arch against the curves of the trunk, one arm draped along a branch as Jasper kissed and kissed and kissed some more. There was nothing urgent; it was gentle and patient, sweet and steady. It was enough of a pleasure for him to lead Micah along, bringing soft sounds from his smooth, pale throat until the light washed through Micahâs pores. He caught his breath against Jasperâs shoulder and Jasper simply held him, stroking his back for long moments as his breathing slowed.Â
When they returned to Lunule, Micah took them through a short chain of portals that had them back at the castle before the smell of the sea air was gone from their clothes.Â
âI had intendedâa concert,â Micah admitted, toying with Jasperâs fingers as they strolled arm-in-arm through what was now known as âJasperâs portal,â the one in the East Hall that led to the lab.Â
âWhat time is the concert?â Jasper asked, all of his attention focused on the foot-and-a-half area that contained Micahâs face and fingers.
âOh, nine oâclock. If Iâve regrown any bones in my body by then, that is. Weâve plenty of time,â he added, glancing at the late afternoon sunlight coming in the tall windows of the lab.
âOhh, bones. Pff. Those are optional,â Jasper declared, flopping down on the bed and then crawling backwards to make room for Micah, who folded himself neatly at the edge. âItâs all the squidgy bits in the middle that do the work.â
Micah snorted, a grudging smile of amusement breaking through his flush of tenderness. âYou know, for someone who grew up on a goat farm, your understanding of basic biological mechanics is astoundingly lacking.â
âNo, because bones arenât what keeps you alive. Thatâs all the squishy stuff. Weâve got animals without bones, right? Underwater things. All the squiggly ones. Theyâve got no bones, but they do just fine.â
Micah laughed, tipping his head back, his eyes crinkling with it. âAnd to think you write up notes for a Vedouci. âSquidgy bits.â âSquishy stuff.â âSquiggly ones.â Very erudite. Very learned.â
âYou love my notes,â Jasper said, pulling him down onto his chest and holding him there. âYou love everything about me, you pretty thing. Try to deny it.â
âNo. I shanât. I canât.â
Jasper sucked a breath in through his teeth, staring at Micah in pure adoration as he felt his heart split apart, overwhelmed by the force of his love. âDarlinâ, we are the two luckiest people alive, you know that?â
âThe things you sayâŠâ
âThatâs nothing to the things I wanna do.â
In spite of his words, they spent another hour simply lying in bed, chatting, kissing, and laughing, enjoying the luxury of time. Micah summoned tea from the kitchen, which arrived with unexpected extras.
âIs this a joke?â Jasper asked, seeing the tray floating toward them. Heâd heard Micah specify tea, but all he could see were bowls as the tray was too far above their eye level, where they were reclining on a mattress on the floor.
âIâm not sure,â Micah admitted, flicking his finger at the tray. It lowered as it neared, and as the green appeared over the edge of a bowl like the sun over the horizon, Jasper began to grin.
âPlaying at derbies again, eh?âÂ
Micah sat up, shaking his head as he caught the tray in his hands. He lowered it, giving Jasper a significant look. âNo, I think this is all Sallyâs own idea,â he said.
The broccoli florets were arranged as the greenery of a small tree. The trunk was a miniature loaf of bread, the crust scored and carefully painted with butter and egg to darken in the oven so that it looked like bark. The branches were smaller shards of bread fitted into slots in the trunk, and a tiny fringe of the smallest florets ringed the base, surrounded by a pĂątĂ© of chicken tinted blue with Micahâs favourite blue apples. The small ducks sitting on the surface of the imitation pond intrigued Jasper.
âShe holds back when she does the formal banquets, doesnât she?â Micah murmured, touching the tips of the branches lightly with a fingertip.
ââCourse,â Jasper said, plucking off one of the florets and dipping it into the pond, scooping up one of the ducks. He chewed carefully for a moment, considering the texture and taste before identifying it. âRice. Toasted rice. Thatâs kind of lovely, actually.â
âBut why?â Micah asked, carefully removing the branch Jasper had left behind and nipping off the end.
âTheyâre too big,â Jasper said, then wrinkling his nose at the inaccuracy. âNo, itâs moreâŠthereâs all those people, and the food is either a detail, in which case stuff like this is overlooked in favour of dancing and politics and whatnot, or the food is a huge centrepiece, and something like this is too small to be noticedâlike if sheâs doing Pandoraâs bedspread, or something. Or each plate is presented individually and thereâs no way to do something this perfect on every single one.â
âShe could do it on a few,â Micah said, a hint of sadness in his tone.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âShe never really gets credit,â Micah said, settling back against Jasperâs upraised knee. âSo many fine chefs in the city, and she is easily in the top tier, but she goes unrecognised.â
âWhy does she need recognition?â Jasper asked, seeing where this was going and realising Micah still didnât.
âHer reputation. She deserves more.â
âI see sheâs paid pretty well, you knowââ
âOh, yes, I know that,â Micah said, waving his words aside. âButââ
âNo, Micah, listenâshe is paid well. And youâd better believe I make sure she gets the best from the markets, and we provide a lot of things from our own gardens and farms. If she wants the kitchens altered, I see that it happens. What use is a reputation, really? Itâs to make sure you get what you want, really. And she does. Plus sheâs not really a one for the crowd, remember? Happy to cook for one, but sheâs not gonna get up in front of one to do it. Sheâs got a home she loves and the best staff I can get her. And she knows sheâs appreciated.â
Micah hummed, thoughtful for a moment, digging up one of the ducks on a finger and admiring it for a moment. âI suppose.â
âHonestly, darlinâ. She did this for us,â he said, pointing at the tree where it was listing across the pond now. âJust because she wanted to. That says a lot.â
Micah smiled finally and turned to the pot and cups theyâd been ignoring. âI suppose. Let me know if thereâs ever anything I can do for her myself, though, will you, Druhy?â
âI will, Vedouci.âÂ
The concert Micah had passed off so lightly turned out to be a performance by some of Jasperâs favourite singers. He knew it must have involved some conspiracy on Micahâs part, as not a single one of the pieces involved any kind of acoustic magic that Jasper couldnât hear, yet it was a full house in the large auditorium at Grossman Hall. No one else seemed to notice the theme of the repertoire, and Jasper clutched Micahâs hand tightly right through to the end.Â
Afterwards, Micah seemed in no rush to leave, tugging Jasper aside from the crowd washing toward the exits. He assumed they were simply avoiding the crush until Micah pulled him through a side door that lead not to the foyer, but into a quiet corridor. A woman in the formal staff uniform smiled as they appeared, and opened another door ahead of them which led, to Jasperâs surprise, up a short flight of stairs and into a loud, crowded press of a different kind.
The backstage area erupted into a louder buzz and people surged toward them. Micah let go of his hand and moved forward to take someone elseâs, laughing.
âThank you for coming, Vedouci,â a deep, rich female voice said, and Jasper blinked over his loverâs shoulder for a moment before believing that the star alto of the Lunule Opera was shaking his husbandâs hand.
âThat was amazing,â Micah told her. âTruly amazing. You should perform the whole of VexitĂ© sometime soon.â
âIâll see what I can do to encourage that,â she said. âAfter tonight, you may have some surprising luck, there.â
âI know the storyline is a bit complex, but itâs simply the most beautiful opera written. I donât think Iâve ever loved it more.â He stepped aside, reaching back to take Jasperâs arm and lead him forward.
Jasper knew he was staring, but couldnât have stopped if heâd wanted to, which he didnât. The womanâs long, blue hair spilled over her broad shoulders in a mass of curls that reached her ample waist, and her smile widened amazingly as she reached for his hand.
âĆi Jasper, this is Će Kinni fe Takka. Kinni, my Druhy of Foldings.â
Her hand was soft and warm, and Jasper had the urge to kiss it. He resisted only because he couldnât stop grinning enough to manage it. âIt is the greatest pleasure of my life to meet you,â Jasper said fervently, bringing his other hand on top of hers.
âI beg your pardon,â Micah said, drawing a laugh from her.
âIâm flattered and honoured, Druhy,â Kinni said, her eyes creasing happily. âLet me introduce you to everyone, pleaseâor would you rather have that pleasure, Micah?â
Jasper glanced away from the greenest eyes heâd ever seen, too dazed to speak as he met Micahâs smiling gaze. âNo, please, go ahead.â
Their dinner was a candlelit, cheerful party on the stage, where Će Kinni fe Takka sat on his right and Micah sat on his left. The food was plentiful and so was the wine, and Jasper had to keep touching Micahâs knee as they ate, trying to convince himself that this was really happening. He was beyond delight when a discussion of possible future repertoire turned into an argument over favourites complete with demonstrations. Hearing Kinni arguing about popular music with Će Dolpho, singer of âShe Knows Iâm in Love with You,â complete with imitations of each other, almost had him choking on his chocolate cake.Â
Jasper was still grinning and babbling with excitement when they got home well after midnight. âI never even thought about Kinni fe Takka and Dolpho singing together before, and now⊠feck it, Micahâdo you really think theyâre going to do it?â
âThe Opera isnât above a little publicity,â Micah said mildly, already wearing his pyjamas as he gathered their clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket. âCasting Dolpho as the comic friend is absolutely possible. It might be ambitious to hope they give him the role of Numkha, but thereâs no denying he has the range.â
Jasper wrapped his arms around Micahâs waist and dragged him onto his lap, kissing away his protests until Micah had stopped laughing and was kissing him back.
âThank you for today,â Jasper said, staring into his loverâs smoky blue eyes. âReally.â
âI promise you, it was my pleasure. Entirely my pleasure,â Micah said softly, stroking Jasperâs cheek.
âRemember this morning?â Jasper ran his finger along Micahâs hairline at his temple, down the edge of his cheek and around his jawline. âWe were both all nervous about today?â
Micah tipped his head and kissed Jasperâs finger. âI certainly was. You were all calm reassurance, as I remember.â
âNah, I was a complete mess a minute before you walked in,â Jasper assured him. âI donât even rememâoh!â Heâd forgotten all about the gifts he had for Micah. âWait here!â
âWhere are you going?â Micah called plaintively after him.
âJust wait!â
Jasper came back with a large basket in his arms, letting Micah see the colourful bows topping the wrapped boxes jumbled inside. The blue eyes widened and Micah blinked for a moment before finding his voice. âOh! IâJasper, you neednâtâŠâ
âAgreed.â Jasper set the basket beside him and crawled past him to the far side of the mattress. âI wanted to, though.â
It didnât take much to coax Micah into opening them, and he was surprisingly vicious when shredding the paper around his gifts. He examined the clamps, callipers, and crucibles closely before making the connection and staring up at Jasper. âWhere did you get these? Theyâre utterly amazing. Perfect. Iâve never seen work like this.â
âI knew what you needed better than anyone, I figured, so IâŠmade them. With a bit of help from Nisko, of course.â
Micahâs eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together. âYou⊠you made them?â
âYeah.â Jasper knew he was blushing now, but it was worth it. âIt just took so long trying to explain all the details, you know? And I knew what you liked, and what you were trying to do, soâŠâ He shrugged and gestured at the small pile of tools. âThere you go.â.
âWhen did you even have time?â Micah picked up the nearest square steel bowl, running his fingers along the surface and turning it over in his hands. âJasper, the smoothness of this, the regularity⊠how?â
âA bit of patience, plus I have access to the best, remember?âÂ
Micah shook his head, his mouth opening and closing silently for a moment as he waved the crucible toward the lab, then gave up and set it inside the basket. âYou are amazing,â he said weakly. âYouâveâŠamazing. Thank you. Thank you so much.â
Jasper scooped the equipment up and dumped all of it into the basket on top of the crumpled paper, then pulled Micah back into his arms for the last time that day. âYouâre the only daft twirl-artist in the whole of the worlds whoâll get teary-eyed over a couple of tools, you know that?â
âFine. I am. Iâthank you, my love. Thank you so much.â
âHappy anniversary, darlinâ. Lots more to come.â
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