There's a time for every husband to protest, and there's a time for every husband to give in. My wife has gone through hell to have this baby. If this is what she wants, I have to give it to her.
"Okay," I say. "We're going."
Her eyes widen. Her jaw tightens. "Seriously? You're going to come with? You can't back out last minute, Ash."
I laugh and glide my hand around the soft skin of her neck, bringing my forehead close to hers. I kiss her lightly and say, "Anything for you."
She sighs with relief and kisses me three times, each one bigger than the last. "I love you, Ash Crowley," she says. "I'll always love you."
"You're my one and only. My angel," I say.
I glance back at the card. Loki was a tough badass, but this Thor guy seems even crazier.
I suck in a tired breath and put on my best smile.
"To Valhalla," I say.
May the gods protect us.
The End.