Oh, that's a fantastically awful name. Definitely not on the real list, but a potential nickname for their apple for the rest of her pregnancy. In spite of the seriousness lurking at the edge of this conversation she laughs.

She'd be lying if she said she never thought about marrying him, but most of it was idle daydreaming-- young and impossibly naïve, in retrospect. The necessary secrecy of their relationship at first had made it impossible; and after, it's not like they ever had the time, the peace.

"It felt that way," she agrees. "And all those years-- well, everyone assumed." She'd gotten used to that. It was different, when they were fugitives-- under false names, they were married enough, then. They'd sold the illusion because it wasn't an illusion; just a question of formalities.

"And I still feel that way-- though I guess it might be logistically easier. Not exactly romantic, though."