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Being woken up by her alarm clock was usual. Being woken up by Joe's crying was usual, as was being woken up by the noise Luka made, although he did try to get ready quietly. And the thick smell of Luka's Turkish mud... well, if all others didn't wake her up, that always did the job - not even a bear in the middle of winter could stay indifferent to that smell.
Not usually so close, though, as Luka knew very well that his coffee was hardly a welcome visitor in their bedroom. Judging by the intensity of the smell this morning, though, he seemed to have forgotten it. Opening her eyes slowly, a groan and a complain ready in her throat, she silenced at the sight. A lovely tray, complete with the perfect breakfast [except of that coffee], laid on the bed beside her - and her even lovelier Luka kneeled beside the bed, smiling goofily at her.
Abby smiled lazily. "I *do* have the best husband in the world," the word escaped her mouth before she had time to think about it, ponder about its meaning. He was slightly surprised at it, but knew better than to push the subject. And Abby... Abby was a master at letting things go, until she processed them and was comfortable discussing them, and apparently Joe was at her side today, as he soon started to cry, sending Luka to his room to get him.
Husband... she hadn't called someone that in so long. Didn't want to, either. So why did it feel so natural to call Luka that? And she knew, she knew before she even called him that. It wasn't about the white dress, the ceremony, or the proof of their love to each other. It was the simple fact that in the course of this one year, Luka became a part of her, so strongly and tangible, that what he wanted, what he needed, became what she wanted and needed.
And today, today she realized a wedding was it. Make it official. Do it for him. Long ago, she swore to never do anything simply for the sake of someone else - but today was a good day to break that promise.
When he came back into the room, carrying the best proof of their love, she had to say it. "Luka?" he sat next to her, handed her their boy once she rose up. If she wasn't sure and convinced before, the love in his eyes did the trick - "I... I want to be your wife."