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"F.R.I.D.A.Y.? I think I'm insanely attracted to my wife."
"Care to elaborate boss?", replied F.R.I.D.A.Y. in an amused tone. If she had a human form, she would likely have been smirking at him.
"It's just... I don't understand." Tony carried on with a smirk of his own.
"How can I still feel those butterflies at the pit of my stomach every time I look at her? She is as beautiful as ever and I can't take my eyes off of her. I think she knows I’m staring but I can't help it. She’s “caught” me in the act more than a couple times. And every single time I look at her, I can almost feel my brain short-circuiting."
He reminisced at the last time he saw her this morning, they had gotten out bed and she was wearing his t-shirt (who was he kidding, she had coined it as hers years ago). Still, the view had been breathtaking and he couldn’t help but blush at the sight. A sight he was glad he could cherish every day. Pepper had taken a look at him, smirked and pushed him down on the bed. He had been laughing with joy.
That’s how he would describe his daily life now. For once, he was truly ecstatic and felt free to express his feelings for the woman that owned his heart. He glanced at his wedding ring and grinned.
Pepper wasn’t really planning to snoop on her husband; she had just wanted to see him. But when she got down to his workshop and caught him rambling to F.R.I.D.A.Y. , she couldn't help but fall silent, her cheeks getting flushed the more he went on about her.
"Pepper is simply amazing. She is not even trying and she’s got me wrapped around her little finger. I’m hers and only hers and I want to do everything in my power to not let her down. I just love her so much that’s all."
He paused, something seemed to bother him for a second.
He's mine and I'm his, she thought and smirked.
"Do you think Pepper feels the same about me?"
Pepper couldn't handle it anymore. She quietly walked towards her dork of a husband, fond exasperation written across her face, the faintest blush spread across her cheeks, and placed her hands gently on his shoulders.
Tony turned around, his mouth agape with shock.
"How...how long have you been here?" He stammered.
"Long enough to hear everything, Tony."
She cupped his cheeks and then slid her hands into his hair, massaging his scalp exactly the way he loved. He almost purred from it. Not that she didn’t already know, but her hands in hair? One of the top 10 things in his life. Maybe even top 5. She was giving him THAT look, and he couldn't help but return his most genuine smile, reserved only for her.
"Do you still want to stay married to me?" Was that man really asking her this? She shook her head.
"Now, why wouldn't I Mr. Stark?"
"I dunno, cause you probably realized I’m too much of a softie."
She looked at him in the eyes and saw some well hidden insecurity.
"You might be a softie Mr. Stark, but you are mine and I wouldn't have you any other way."
She smiled and leaned in to peck his lips. He sighed and deepened the kiss in return. They pulled away after a while, dazed and beaming like the 2 lovesick fools they were.
"Yes."
"Yes? What?" He said caught off guard once again by his wife.
"Yes, Tony, I feel the same about you."
"If it helps, you truly are my world Mrs. Stark."
"And you, Mr. Potts."