“Um, Axel?” Kat asked tentatively. “Yes, kitten?” he asked distractedly. "You called me your wife." He stopped mid-step, turning to face her. "Yeah. I guess I did." "But...we're not that." "We should be," he grumbled, resuming his pacing. A strangled laugh came from her. “What?” Then he was standing in front of her, and she lurched back. “Stop doing that,” she admonished, her hand at her chest. “Sorry,” he said in a rush, taking her face in his hands. “But I said we should be. You should be my wife.”
