 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
When Frida slapped his arm, Malachi flashed her a winning smile to show that yes, he was cute. Very much so. He took the opportunity to watch her move around the kitchen, so happy that she felt comfortable.
The passion in Frida's kiss surprised Malachi a little and he returned it gladly, pulling her closer still, only breaking off when he realised his skinny hip bones were probably causing her to be uncomfortable.
Mal was just tucking into his gnocchi when Frida mentioned four of them being in the house. "Four? Who's four?" he asked before his brain could catch up to his mouth. "F-four? You mean... four. As opposed to three." His hand was suspended between the plate and his mouth, a steaming piece of gnocchi sitting on the tines, waiting to be eaten. He blinked slowly. Their courtship had been very traditional and Malachi had respected that; Frida was far too special for him to mess things up. "Four... You want us to be... a family?" He said slowly, making sure he understood her.
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