““Goodnight, my husband,” she said in a quiet voice, relishing the word. She’d really done it, taking an unbreakable physical and verbal vow of matrimony. “Goodnight, my wife,” he whispered against her hair. “My Goldilocks.” Until she’d experienced the joy of lying in Ramsay’s arms, Victoria had never felt safer, and the promise of them belonging to her forever was all the comfort she needed as she drifted to sleep.””
