I left the room, adjusting my clothing and pulling my hair back. I walked out into the lobby and pulled the chain with Braydon's wedding ring on it off of my neck and held it up. A silent truce.

"I am still very angry with you, love."

"I know."

"You are going to have to earn my trust back."

"I know."

"I am also still very angry you got me pregnant."

"Why?" He seemed offended by my last statement, and I fixed him with a glare.

"I am angry about that because I will be an awful mother, and I will have no source of income for a few years, and I will be unable to gouge out the eyes of men who try to sleep with me."

He laughed and took the chain from my hand before pulling me into a hug. "I'm sure we can scrounge up a few unpleasant men, and you will have free reign to gouge out their eyes, Луна в моей жизни. (According to Google Translate, the Russian means 'Moon of my life') I have missed you, Ana."

"I know you have, мое солнце и звезды. (A (cyber) cookie goes to the person can guess what she said - without using Google translate. Or actually being educated in Russian. No offense to those people. At all. Y'all are awesome. I'm going to shut up now.) Could we maybe take our heartfelt reunion upstairs? You know how much I hate public productions of affection."

"I still feel partly to blame for that."

"You should. It was your fault after all." I walked to the elevator and it went up to the floor where my room was. I showed Braydon inside and when we entered, I led him to the bathroom.

"What are we doing in the bathroom, love?"

"Tony Stark has cameras in all of the bedrooms, I do hope he has the decency not to have listening devices in the bathroom."

"Love, you are paranoid beyond beleif. I am not having a serious conversation with you in a bathroom. That is where I draw the line. The last time we tried that, it evolved into an all-out water fight. Our bathroom never recovered." He chuckled and left the bathroom.

In the bedroom, he immediately sat on the floor, cross legged and serene before reaching up, grabbing my hand, and pulling me down so that I sat in front of him, cross legged. Our knees were touching. He let go of my hand.

"I'm sorry, Ana."

"I know, love."

"You're accent is horrible."

"I know, I've never been able to get rid of it, so I stopped trying to sound like an American."

"You sound better in Russian,"

"Thanks." I said drolly, my face transforming into a deadpan.

"Especially when you're cursing." He added, lips curving into a cocky smile.

"Naturally." I shot back, trying to hide a smile.

"Was that a smile?"

"No."

"That was a smile."

"It most definitely was not, love."

"Don't patronize me, love."

"I will patronize you, love."

"Why do I find you so attractive right now?"

"Why do you find me so attractive right now? God knows what goes on in that stupid head of yours?"

"What's your natural hair color, Ana?"

I shrugged. I had forgotten my real hair color through all of the constant dying of my hair. Not that I really cared. I changed it too much anyhow. "Don't know, not quite sure if I care."

"I want to see it."

"You want to see everything."

"I know."

"Why? You do know that there are things in this world that are not meant to be seen and are not meant to be felt?"

"Like what?"

"I would say pain, but pain makes us alive, not human, but alive. Infants are not meant to be left dead in the heat and the cold of the Sahara, simply because a mother does not have enough milk in her breast. Children are not meant to see their mothers and fathers murdered before their eyes. Little girls are not supposed to be raped or married off to mean old enough to be their fathers. You don't want to see everything, Braydon. You only think you do. And once you see them, you will think there is no God, and even if there ever was. He doesn't care. Not anymore."

"I missed your lack of faith."

"No you didn't. You hate my lack of faith."

"I hate your lack of faith in me."

"Of course you do. You're my husband."

"Now that we're out, do we get to wear our rings on our hands?"

"If you want to."

"I do. I want everyone to know that your beautiful face is taken."

"By face, you mean my chest don't you?"

"No, I mean your face," He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my nose. "Your chest," He placed kisses on each of my collarbones. "Your hips," He leaned over, and slowly laid my down, kissing down my stomach until he had kissed both of my hipbones. "And your beautiful, ticklish sides!" He yelled and suddenly attacked my ribs with light fingers that set them alight as I burst into uncontrollable laughter and cursed him in Russian between gasps. I finally flipped him over between my giggles and poked him in a not extremely kind fashion were his collarbone met his trapezius with two fingers. He winced at the harsh prodding of my fingers against the muscle. I dug my fingers in until he cried mercy. Then he sat up, with me still straddling his hips and leaned in to kiss me. I raised a finger and put it to his lips.

"You are not getting off that easy, pretty boy."

He groaned. "You cannot just leave me this sexually frustrated!"