Lucy smiled as she gazed up at her husband, Loke, then giggled as he scooped her off her feet.
Loke carried her across the threshold and set her down with a flourish.
"Welcome home."
Her smile widened.
"You are a hopeless romantic."
Loke grinned back.
"Beauty in charge."
Lucy pouted.
"What happened to 'Never admit to anything'?"
He gave a mock growl and a light shove toward the bedroom.
"Just go check out your wedding present."
She raised a brow and went to look.
She opened the door and gasped.
Leaning against the headboard in elegant splendor was