Keiran nearly moved to sit up as Millie lifted herself from atop him, but that idea was quickly squashed as she began observing him almost to the extent that he felt a need to look away. Instead, he let his eyes close at her touches. For a breath, he considered ignoring her words and flipping them over so he could look down at her instead. His wife seemed far too intent upon her questioning for him to dismiss it, though.
"Don't you remember how I was when we met?" Keiran chuckled, opening one eye to look at her. He had been loathe to speak, fearing she would remove her hand, but settled on getting his words out so they could work their way back to more simple or trivial conversations and activities. Both eyes opened to take in her face and the hair that fell around him. "I was hardly the type to spend a lazy day, even on a weekend, and dared not show emotion. It wasn't for my lack of caring, really, on the inside. But I guess my time in school was... Stifling, for lack of a better word. By University, I hardly took my feelings for anyone seriously."
His hands swept up her legs to wrap around her sides as he sat up so they were more properly face to face, Millie still settled in his lap. "I can't say such things anymore."
For what it was worth, Keiran wanted to say those words that, for eight tiny letters, were so very monumental, so big. His eyebrows pulled together in his desire to say it, but as he so often did, the professor was questioning himself. Odd, perhaps, for one who was meant to teach others to wonder so frequently if he was doing the right thing. The impulse to act without thinking had always been something Keiran tried to quash. In this case, he wasn't sure that he was at the point of no return, where he could freely state that she was his person and that he would refuse any desire of hers to leave. He did know for certain, however, that he would never be quite ready to let her know if his feelings rang true and undiluted. He wasn't sure she would ever accept unconditional love from him, whenever he became ready to admit it.
Her words, though, combined with the sudden nearness from his sitting up proved too much for his attempt to hold his tongue.
One of the hands at her waist flashed across her back to hold her to him as he flipped them over. His other hand braced itself next to her head when they landed once more against the duvet. The usual Keiran would have minded that his arm was trapped beneath her, but this new, married Keiran didn't give the slightest care. No, he was too busy reveling in the realization that he even wanted to say what his mouth opened to admit. It wasn't exactly right, but it was definitely something, and something was more than he expected.
"Oh, Mrs Hayes," he laughed quietly, "you're entirely brilliant. In the three months I've known you as more than a student, you've become everything. You really need to stop invading my thoughts, love." Keiran winked at her - far too playfully for his own taste - before leaning down and pressing his lips to the spot below her ear. "I sometimes wish this had been different," he admitted, mouth brushing her skin as he spoke, "where we could turn to each other and swear that we loved the other completely." He lifted his head to meet her eyes.
"But then, most of the time, I conclude that if things were different, you wouldn't be here at all. I wouldn't get to have you. And you wouldn't have wanted me even if we crossed paths properly due to my previously mentioned lack of people skills." Keiran had no problem joking about himself if it meant that she might take his ill-formed speech well. "So perhaps I should be thanking the Ministry for once, hmm?"
Gods, but if Robin could hear him now. The Slytherin was sounding more like a hopeless, sappy romantic than he should have. It momentarily blindsided him, this unabashed acceptance of the idea of giving inordinate parts of his heart to Millie. Keiran was stuck in his head for a second as he pondered over what might have happened if he had been matched with someone else. Or if there had never been a law. He decided he didn't want to know. His thoughts strayed, instead, to their wedding and his attempt at vows and their miserably unfortunate first kiss and dance. Merlin, he'd made a fool of himself that day.
A blink, and he was seeing her face again rather than the flashbacks of his failings on what was undoubtedly the most important day of his life - at least to date. He had no idea what the future would bring him or his wife. Choosing to ignore the unknown of the future, Keiran decided he would rather remedy the past. His sort-of speech had been what reminded him, Keiran realized, of their vows. The only thing to be done after vows was to kiss the bride, so his eyes flicked to her mouth as a silent sort of warning before he met her lips with his.