Levi didn’t consider himself ‘settled down’ quite yet. Sure, he’d started the process by falling for you and then eventually asking for your hand in marriage, but in the honeymoon phase where you both resided, there was still the atmosphere of excitement at being together and that ‘puppy love’ that Levi himself would never admit to having any part in.
Tonight, Levi was reading a book in bed beside you, the both of you preoccupied but present in the moment. However, as Levi missed the rim of his teacup, accidentally spilling the hot liquid onto his chest, he groaned out a curse. “merde!”
Instantly, the unfamiliar word caught your attention. Did…did your husband just speak a different language?
Seeing the look on your face once her cleaned himself off, he realized he’d simply reverted back to his mother’s tongue. He sighed with the hint of a smirk, shaking his head as he watched your expression, “You’ll find there’s always more to learn about your new husband, ma chérie.”