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Ichuckle once the sleeping dead awakes over me. “At long last, she moves. I was beginning to think that I had killed you.” My voice was still deep and husky, even after several hours had gone by.

  A tired smile appears on that gorgeous face of hers as she nods her head against my chest. “No dead, just worn out.”

  Ichuckle a bit more. “I would expect nothing less from after what both you and your body have gone through.”

  “But it felt wonderful,” she mumbles, sending chills up my spine.

  I run my fingers through her hair, combing out some of its tangles. “However wonderful it may be, it is still very tiring. Even for me this time.”

  “You usually don’t get tired?” She squirms over top of me and eeps.

  I chuckle. “Careful, Melvie. But no, I do not usually tire myself. They are usually gone after the first few minutes.”

  “But you went…”

  I chortle, “I am well aware of that Melvie. I am well aware.” I was fully aware that it took at least two hours. I was truly amazed that she had lasted that long.

  “When can we do it again?”

  I look down at her, eyebrow raised. “Already thinking about the next time already?” As she blushes---eyes still closed---I kiss her forehead and look back up at the ceiling. “I suppose not for a while. The way Gargilre’s wife came at me; it must have taken quite a bit of energy out of him. So I shall not be asking him for it every single night, but probably once every blue moon.” I wrap my arms around her tighter, never wanting this particular feel of her to ever leave.

  “Sounds alright to me.”

  I close my eyes and shudder at the feel of her lips against my chest again. “Sounds about Melarvious to me.” I smile as I hear a tiny, tired giggle pass behind her lips. Why hadn’t I done this sooner? It honestly feels as if nothing has changed between us, except for the distance I was attempting to put there. I am so happy to announce that the wall I have been attempting to build for the past several decades has come to be just a small pile of crumbled stone. “Remember that this shall wear off at sunrise. The potion, I mean.”

  “I know, but its late autumn. The sun won’t be rising for another three hours, at least.”

  I smile. “I know Melvie.” I chuckle, “You know what? I may actually keep this look, for a little while, at least. I will only until I grow tired of it and miss my suits.”

  “So a week? Two weeks, max?”

  My smile stretches three miles wide. “That sounds about right.”

  “Ducky?”

  “Yes, Melvie?”

  “Why don’t you like for people to call you by your first name?”

  My three mile smile instantly collapses. “It is part of my past, Melarvious. That is why.”

  “But why won’t you even let me call you by your first name? I thought I was the exception to everything?”

  I sigh. “That is what I said wasn’t it?”

  “Yes.” I could hear the tears forming in her voice. I did not want her to cry. I did not want that to happen, especially not this night.

  “Well, you are Melarvious. I just did not think you remembered it. After all its years of misuse, I just believed you had forgotten it.”

  “Well, I didn’t. I still remember it Sucky-Ducky, and I want to say it. Just once, and I’ll be happy.”

  I stiffen. No one has called by my first name, not since after my parent’s death. I made sure of it. I ordered Melarvious to always call me by the childhood pseudonym she had given me. I never wanted to be reminded of the life that I had left so long ago, ever again. I wanted my name to stay part of my past, and the only thing I wanted to stay with me and be part of my past, my present, and my future is Melarvious Myth. Though I should have realized that having Melarvious be apart of all those things, I was secretly welcoming back in my name. I should have known that this day would come. I am honestly just surprised it took this long for it to come back up. I let out a deep breathe, releasing the unwanted tension. “If you truly want to-”

  “Yes, I really want to Sucky-Ducky”

  “-then you may but only on one condition.”

  “Anything Ducky!’ She grins and kicks her feet up in the air.

  I chuckle and make a “come closer” motion with my finger. After she’s eagerly wriggled her ear closer to my ear, I whisper the condition in her ear. She blushes, but nods and starts the condition, only after a little while, whispering my first name. I hold onto her tight and welcome the foreign name and marvel at how it sounds so close to home on her lips. Home, sweet home.