A lot had changed in Mammon's life when he got married to you. He was surprised at how his brothers seemed genuinely happy for him, even after they had been vying for your attention. His relationship with his brothers was better over all - especially with Lucifer. He could sense Lucifer's pride in him, and that... well, that had to have been your doing.

Of course, he'd woken up beside you at the House of Lamentation before. But there was something different about the two of you living alone together that flipped the script. Mammon secretly liked that he didn't have to be quiet or hide your intimacy from the other six residents of the house.

With freedom, of course, came responsibilities like rent and utilities - he'd been too intimidated and broke before to try on his own. But with two incomes - and the fact that Mammon was working at a higher paid job now - meant that the two of you could live comfortably in the apartment he'd gotten. Though, sometimes a mysterious portion would be paid. (He knew Lucifer had a hand in it.)

Every new thing he'd done had been done with you. He'd never really had that sort of stability before you. Sure, obviously he'd had flings and relationships that didn't matter. He wasn't some kind of blushing virgin or anything. But your relationship was something tangible and real, and that? That was new.

Sometimes you'd catch him staring at the way his wedding ring caught the light, transfixed. As if even he couldn't believe that it was real. It was cute. Mammon, however, was much more inclined to pretend it didn't happen.

He came home from work one evening, setting his bag of things on the little bench by the door the two of you used to put on your shoes. "Yo. I'm back," he called into the apartment. Then he heard movement and went towards the kitchen.

When he entered, there you were. So beautiful it made his chest hurt. Cooking something that smelled like it was nearly done. He felt all the day's stress slide off his back like water droplets. "Hey, you," he murmured, pressing against your back, "what's that?" His hands curled around your middle.