“You’re not a fan of the loss of the beard?”

He says that with a soft laugh as you trail your fingers over his jaw. You’re still adjusting to being back in Camelot. To being back with him. Yet you feel something isn’t right. Like someone is trying to sabotage the fragile love you’ve rebuilt with your husband.

“I can always grow it back if you hate it?”

His voice is a murmur, a smile on his face as he stands in front of you. He’s missed this. You in his arms. You can’t shatter this.