"No escaping. You started this with your brilliant scheming and terrifying monologues. Now you live with the consequences."
"Which apparently include premature marriage, magical surgery, and you being clingy with nerve damage."
"I prefer 'affectionate and temporarily unstable.'"
Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. "You really are going to be a nightmare during recovery, aren't you?"
"I'm already a nightmare," Damian said with a smile. "You just haven't let me put it in the wedding vows yet."
"You need help. No, actually, I need help." Gabriel turned slightly, as if appealing to the universe. "How did I end up pregnant, magically bonded, illegally titled, and engaged to the Empire's most overpowered drama king?"
Damian didn't miss a beat. "You have excellent taste."
Gabriel shot him a look. "I have trauma, Damian."
"Which you treat with sarcasm, caffeine, and me."
Gabriel opened his mouth, paused, then narrowed his eyes. "Unfortunately… true."
