"Wh- hey!" Doing his best to keep his balance, Ulric stumbles backward anyway, both of them hitting the floor not long afterward.
He’s already laughing anyway, startled.
"Well…" she paused, distracted by Ulric’s arms making their way across the landscape of Mira’s back. "Well, you’re still a year younger than me!" said Mira as she booped his nose with the tip of her finger. "You’re, uh…you’re aging slower." she laughed.
"How much slower?" Grinning, he looks at her cross-eyed briefly before nudging his forehead against Mira’s.
"Three hundred sixty-five days slower." said Mira as she promptly tried to make sense of what she just said. In the end she brushed off her joke and laughed, delicately nudging her head to her husband’s in return. "Whatever, ‘least we both look hot, right?"
Especially after having a baby.
"Oh, really?" He’s teasing, not even bothering to hide it. "Is that all?"
Grinning, he leans up, kissing her lightly. “You more than me.”
She chuckled and let her lips linger close to his as she purred. “Hey now, just because you weren’t the one carrying a baby to full term doesn’t mean you dealt with, y’know…all nighters n’ dirty diapers.” said Mira as she brushed her thumb over his cheek. “See, not a single bag under your eye.”