Kendis’s fingers slid across the narrow spines of her vinyl records. Her music collection had only expanded, and Tony had thrown a tantrum upon discovering her gramophone.

The man truly had an aversion to any technology that is older than five years old. However, Kendis had grown up in the wixen community, where magical folks typically consumed music using a gramophone or a radio.

And as her music exploration grew into muggle music, she kept the habit of collecting vinyl records. It wasn’t like she had to continuously hand-crank the music because of her magic.

Her finger paused on a spine, and she pulled it out, and it was a compilation of old R&B songs. And that morning, she was in the mood for something old and smooth.

Kendis grabbed the record and pulled it out of its sleeve. She put it on the gramophone and dropped the needle. With a wave of her wand, the sounds of Frankie Beverly and Maze’s Before I Let Go could be heard throughout the house.

Kendis sang along as she made herself a cup of tea, Alke trotting behind her in the hope of getting a snack.

“You just ate.” Kendis rolled her eyes.

Alke gave her a forlorn whine, but Kendis just shook her head as she tapped the kettle. She put Tony’s breakfast, which she had cooked earlier, and his moka pot under a statis charm.

She just restocked Tony’s super special and expensive Italian roast in her cupboards yesterday. Tony and Kendis didn’t technically live together. Tony still lived at the mansion, and she had her house.

The biggest reason for that was magic, and tech was incompatible, and Tony needed technology to do his work. Meanwhile, Kendis found that repressing her magic too long took a heavy toll on her. In the end, they compromised and agreed to spend equal time at both homes together.

Tony was still sleeping after he stumbled into her house around midnight last night. Kendis learned that Tony’s version of time and Kendis’s version of time were two different things. So, Kendis added him as an authorized person to the new and improved wards and even gave him a key to her place so he could visit her anytime he wanted.

Tony made sure to let Jarvis know that she was allowed to drop by at his place and gave her not only security codes for the front door but also for his workshop.

Kendis had tried to protest about having access to Tony’s workshop. That space was clearly his, and Kendis respected that.

Tony had simply pressed a kiss to her engagement ring and smiled. “I trust you, Glinda.”

The kettle whistled, shaking her out of her thoughts. She quickly made a cup of Oolong tea and walked back into the living room.

Kendis eyed the unfinished pieces of the current jigsaw puzzle she was working on but, in the end decided to finish her book.

‘Jinx Before Midnight’ by Wilhemina Spellman.

It was a new author to her, but Kendis had been enjoying it. Alke flopped on her sofa and pointedly put her big head in Kendis’s lap.

“I should make you go outside,” Kendis said, with a sigh, but she scratched between Alke’s ears.

Her attention returned to her book. Time passed as she got lost in her cozy mystery. The main character, Circe Stone, was just about to lay a trap for the killer when a tired Tony stumbled out of the hallway.

His eyes squinted at the gramophone and frowned.

“Your coffee and breakfast are waiting for you on the counter.”

Tony grunted in thanks, and she laughed. He was not a morning person, but, unfortunately for him, Kendis was. She had long learned not to try to hold any conversations with him until he was on his third cup of coffee.

Tony walked into the kitchen, Alke trotting behind him in the hopes of getting scraps.

“And don’t feed Alke anything,” Kendis called out. If you left it up to Alke, she would eat everything in sight and then some.

Tony gave another grunt in acknowledgement, and Kendis shook her head as she returned her attention back to her book.

As time passed, Tony emerged from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He looked considerably more awake as he quickly crossed the distance between them.

“The best spouse,” Tony muttered under his breath before he kissed her softly on the lips. He dropped down beside her.

“Where’s Alke?”

“She was pawing at the door,” Tony shrugged. “I let her go play outside.”

He put her legs in his lap, and Kendis shot him a smile over her book before going back to reading. As she hummed along to Easy by The Commodores, the smell of Tony’s coffee wafted in the air as his hands tapped idly on her legs.

Kendis couldn’t help but feel that in that moment her life was perfect.