She sighed, rolling her eyes as she flopped onto the bed and reached for him. "You're a showoff, Craw."
She held his face in her hands, trailing her kisses from the edge of his jaw to his mouth. "I'm going to go get the TV," she murmured. "Okay?"
"No, baby," she scolded, giving him one last lingering kiss before pulling away to stand up. "You're sick."
She gave him a small smile before heading out to the hallway. "Get in that bed!" she called, opening the crate.
There was a moment of silence before an exclamation of victory. "Ha! Your wife is a genius." There was an embarrassed pause as Poppy entered the room, looking sheepish. The crate lid was on the floor and she was dragging in the TV on top of it. "Ah... sorry. Your fiancee."
She flushed lightly, placing the TV on the table and plugging it in. "I'm not your wife yet, though."
"Marriage is just a ceremony, and wife is just a title. I'd say I should be able to call you my wife, yeah?"
"What happened to 'marriage makes it all real'?" she teased, turning on the television and slipping the DVD into the slot.
She smirked, leaning down to kiss him and pulling away at the last second to tease him. "Neither is telling me that I don't want to be your wife!"
