Excellent, he'd gotten a laugh out of her! Just as beautiful as he remembered. And even more so after the hurt he'd caused her. France's smile was bright and full of joy. From his perspective, their children were gifts from her.

He didn't particularly care if she never called him France or Francis. He was her sunshine. However she wished to call him was perfectly fine by him.

A bit of laugh was in his voice as he spoke, but the words were no less honest. "I would wed you again. And again. And again, if you so wish."

Never leave her again? France's smile faded a little, growing a little wry. "I promise. I will never leave you again." Not permanently, at the very least.