Ares had been busy working. His job was never particularly hard just mysterious at times, even to him. But it was also interesting and private which were two very important things. And it also paid the bills which he supposed was also important. Money had never really been one of his concerns though. It was something he'd always had more than plenty of. No, what he liked to do was to keep busy which was what his job did. It kept his mind occupied so that it didn't roam into dangerous territory.
He had decided a few months ago that he would try his best to keep his mind occupied, either with work or making sure his wife was happy. She was a new part of his life. Fresh and beautiful, Delilah was everything he hadn't thought he'd get in a significant other. And she was accepting of him. This was something he'd never thought possible. Every single one of his weaknesses, she accepted like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. It made him want to be better for her, this strange acceptance that he still wasn't used to.
He wasn't quite sure if he was in love with her just yet but he did know that he liked her quite a bit. It was why he stopped doing whatever it was he happened to be doing at noon every workday so that they could have lunch together in the Atrium. He found that it had become a way for them to stay connected. And Delilah always brought the most interesting and appetizing foods. But she seemed to be running late today which was not like her at all.
Finally though, after about ten long minutes of switching between sitting down and pacing the floors she arrived looking just as gorgeous as she always did. "Hello Delilah," he greeted. "I was starting to think you weren't going to show." He stood up from his seat and gave her a quick hug and a not so swift kiss on the lips. She tasted like sugar and vanilla and he was almost certain in that moment that he'd grow to love her some day.
But he couldn't help but notice the feeling of something missing and hoped against hope that it wasn't the thing he feared.
Growing up Delilah had always been the type that believed she would have a gorgeous wedding. A wedding that people would flock to, that people would anxiously await an invitation to one of the biggest weddings of the year. It was exactly what she had gotten. No expense had been spared, envy had been on the faces of every woman in attendance and she had basked in all the attention. Life had thrown her a curveball that she wasn't expecting. She never dreamed that she would actually be in love and respect the man she married this much.
Marriage to her, as a child and in her Hogwarts year, was simply an arrangement. And agreement to be together with another pure blood to continue carrying the pure blood lines along. That was what it had started out as. They had been introduced by their parents, a marriage was arranged and they got to know each other during the engagement period. She had quickly become smitten with him. A word that had never been in her vocabulary before then. There was just something about Ares that had gotten underneath her skin in the best way possible.
It came to the point that it was no longer a marriage of convenience, at least not for her. The turning point for her had been hearing the way his father had spoken to him. In front of her with no hint of shame or remorse. She had let Mr. Stuart know the full extent of her displeasure and let out a tirade against the man. That had been when she had realized the way she had felt. She knew that he didn't feel the same way, and she was okay with that. He didn't have to love her, but she did expect him to treat her well, provide for her, and never embarrass her. Perhaps one day, he would grow to love her, but she wasn't holding her breath for that moment.
Punctuality was a big part of who Delilah was. Making people wait was disrespectful and something she didn't tolerate easily. That's why she was currently watching the clock as a benefactor for the latest charity event was bombarding her with tons of questions. They needed his support but he could be quite the creepy old man, and was terribly needy. Finally, as she shifted her bags filled with her husbands lunch once again, she feigned like she was delicate. With an apology and wince while shifting them again, she headed up to meet her husband.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Remember that creepy old man that loves speaking only to Mum or me? Well he cornered me outside deciding he needed to know every last detail of the upcoming event." She returned his kiss with a smile. She unpacked her bags and laid a plate with his favorite food out in front of him. "I pretended that I was some weak female that couldn't hold the bags any longer." She laughed as she sat down across from him. "How's your day going?"