"Loid!" I ran toward my waiting husband outside the Conservatory. He was lounging under a nearby large oak tree. Loid greeted me with an anticipating smile, obviously eager to hear about the afternoon tea. I reached him, wearing a giant grin of my own.

"So? How'd it go? Everything go alright? Was Mrs. Desmond there? Did you talk to her?" "Yes! You'll never believe it! She's going to get us an interview at the Garden of Eden club, Loid!" My hands were balled into excited fists. Loid blinked at me, and again, and again. I was almost bouncing where I stood while he looked like he'd been hit by a meteorite.

"She is…?" "Yes! She told me that she'd get us on the list for the next round of interviews the club's having! Isn't that good news? Are you happy, Loid? Loid?" No response for a minute; he still seemed as if he was trying to understand the words coming out of my mouth.

Then, before I knew it, I felt my body being lifted up into the air. Loid placed both hands under my arms so to pick me up and spin me around in a little show of effort. His grin was a mile long, stretching across his whole face; I'd never seen him that happy before. He plucked me up then and there and began to twirl both of us around. It was so fast and sudden that my leg swung out a little. He looked so joyful….. and I don't think I'd ever been this happy before either.

"Wonderful! Excellent job! I knew you could do! I knew you could! Oh, I'm so proud of you!" His voice was a tad higher pitched than usual and elated. My mouth opened and I let out a playfully little shriek; I doubt Loid realized just what he was doing in that instance or how this might be perceived by the public. Not that I cared though; I was having the time of my life. We were both smiling and beaming with each other.

Or we were until Loid immediately came to his senses. Seconds later I found myself back on my feet beside him. Loid snatched his arms away and reached up to fix his tie- which didn't need fixing by the way. We were both blushing now; granted, me a lot more than him but still. Both my hands came flying up to cover my sizzling cheeks; I just couldn't stop smiling.

Loid cleared his throat awkwardly, refusing to leave his tie alone nor look me in the eye. "Yes, well…. At any rate, good job. We're one step closer to joining the club now," he tried his best to sound all serious. I glanced his way affectionately. "Yes, we are. We'll get there, Loid. After all, a very smart and kind man has told me repeatedly not to worry about it." Only then did Loid's gaze roll back over to mine. His head lowered a smidge.

"I do appreciate what you've done for me, Mrs. Forger. You've made my job a lot…." He hesitated here for some reason, taking a second to collect his words and continue. "A lot easier. I couldn't have done it without you." "You're welcome, Loid. But we're only here because you've done such a good job on guiding me what to say and how to act. I have no idea how to behave around these people." And Loid chuckled softly, lowering his eyes. "Somehow I doubt that. You're a big reason why everything's working so well- just as you are. Thank you….. Yor."

My dear, dear husband said this, and my stare instinctively widened. Yor….. He's never used my name like that before. Huh, it's funny. Somehow I thought I would feel…. happier. But no; something felt off, different. Those words of his from the museum echoed through my head. He's always called me "Mrs. Forger"; he called me that when I started to…. My hand rose up to my pounding chest as I gave a soft, sincere smile. Loid's right, that name is precious to me. It's become so incredibly precious without my ever realizing…

"You know, I think "Mrs. Forger" is starting to grow on me. I like the way you say it…" I blushed while admitting this. Loid watched me startled for a second before grinning himself. Oh boy, did my cheeks burn brighter when he leaned forward to press his forehead into mine. His fingers rose up to tenderly brush a few stray hairs off my right cheek, our eyes locked onto the other's the whole time. While I wore a flabbergasted and shy expression, his was adoring and very authentic. His thumb caressed the skin of my cheek once more, refusing to move away. He chuckled so, so softly. "Heh, very well then….

Mrs. Forger."