Ken looked perplexed. He had always seen Lucien as a vintage kind of guy—someone who loved old, classic things, and "Bae" certainly wasn't an old term. It felt like trying to fit a modern neon sticker onto a Victorian manor.
"Hmmmmm...." Ken murmured, his mind racing through the options. "Hubby" meant husband, and they weren't married yet—it felt strange, almost heavy, to even think about calling Lucien that.
"I'll let you sleep on it. I'll expect a different name by tomorrow," Lucien said smoothly. He opened the door and slipped out, leaving the room feeling suddenly much larger and colder.
Ken stared at the spot where Lucien had stood. He slowly opened his mouth, testing the weight of the word. "Hubby?"
He frowned immediately. It felt awkward coming from his mouth, a misfit of a word that felt like wearing shoes three sizes too big. He took a deep breath and tried the other one.
"Bae?"
