“Do you still want to get married today?” “Absolutely.” “Then come on, lazy pants, or we’ll be late.” Marcus extricated himself from their embrace and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Did you just call me lazy pants?” Luca flung an arm over his eyes and said in a gratingly whining tone, “I’m not sure marrying you is such a good idea after all.” The bed dipped, and a moment later, Marcus’s strong arms slid under Luca’s neck and the hollows of his knees. Marcus lifted him up, causing Luca to grab for Marcus’s neck to anchor himself. “Marcus, let me down, I really don’t need to be carried.” Marcus ignored his protests and carried him to the bathroom, where he put him on his feet before he ushered him into the shower stall. “It just occurred to me that I really can’t call you lazy pants, since you’re pregnant and all.” Luca snatched Marcus’s hand to tow him into the shower stall as well. He flicked the tap open, making sure the first jets of cold water would hit Marcus square in the chest.
