Even Helen Magnus, for all she'd seen and done, had wedding fantasies as a little girl. They'd been simpler then, pretty blue dresses and spring bouquets and she'd even had a face to put on them once: John Druitt. But that wedding had never come to pass and had gone so horribly awry that after a certain point, she didn't dream of weddings anymore
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So if he looked a little stupid, grinning from ear to ear, maybe he'd get a pass this one time. Because really, it was even better than the Jays winning the World Series. Leagues and leagues better.
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"Can't imagine what that might be."
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Okay, so he didn't know whether she was going to go by his name or whether she was doing the hyphen thing (Magnus-Zimmerman was just a mouthful) or whether she'd keep her own name. Regardless, she'd probably always be Magnus to him. Just because. But she could be Mrs. Dr. Zimmerman for this one day.
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She leaned in and lowered her voice. "But for you, I can be Mrs. Zimmerman. Just you. The rest will all have to call me Dr. Magnus-Zimmerman."
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"How many days off do you want to take? Two, maybe?"
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"Well done on you, catching the uncatchable."
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"Besides, someone has to take you out to get pissed and celebrate and it falls on me in the absence of everyone else. You'll let me plan you something after you're out of the honeymoon, yeah?"
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"Seriously, you're the luckiest bloke on the planet. Good on you."
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