Connie loved the way Stevens mind worked, even if sometimes he came off a little slower than she was.

He had that sparkle in his eyes today like he was thinking a million interesting things, and she wanted to know all of them. "Steven, what are you thinking about?"

"Marriage." He smirked about something she guessed he wasn't going to say unless she forced it. "Marriage to you specifically."

She crawled into his lap to straddle him, playing with his baby curls. "What about it?"

Now he blushed a little. "I was thinking of when I told you that you were my favorite song. I was thinking about how your voice is like the melody, your heart is the beat, and all those little squeaks and grunts you make when you settle into my arms are the accompaniment. Everything about you is music."

Everyone knew that music was Stevens end all. He loved music more than he liked writing or cooking or even most people. It was his first love, his first wife, but when he looked at Connie his favorite thing was laced through her. It was her.

Her eyes welled up and she nuzzled her nose against his. "Eunoia." It was a half whisper shaking with tears she couldn't contain. "You have such beautiful eunoia."

He wiped and kissed away her tears as soon as they fell, pulling her closer. She was already pressed up against him, but he longed for more of her like he was starved. "You and your words are no match for me. It means... my way with words?" She giggled and shook her head, trying to avoid the fingers tickling at her side. "What? My silvertongue is too much for you or what?"

Steven didn't even care if he was wrong this time. He was just happy to be included in her life honestly.

"A swift defeat," She crooned. "It means beautiful thinking. You have beautiful thoughts."

"I have a beautiful wife."

Eunoia: beautiful thinking; healthy mind.