"They’re expecting you after lunch. How do you expect to explain that you chose not to come and do you suppose they’re going to believe that version of events?" A tight frown flits over the attractive features of his husband, making those pretty looks more severe for a moment before he clears his expression into something almost neutral. An eyebrow lifts. "The contract we signed agreeing to our marriage -- the one that your godfather negotiated, in fact -- requires that you have access and opportunity to spend regular time with your pre-marriage family.