Twelve hours ago, you got married to the one true love of your life — Alexander Lemtov.

Most of his fans, though usually tame and supportive, thought maybe you were just doing it because he was a famous billionaire. A popstar, no less — they thought you were using him. But that couldn’t be further than the truth. In fact, you would have still married him if he had no money at all. He is handsome, yes. He is funny, yes. But he is also incredibly smart. And talented. And he is so sweet to you, and to every single person he meets. He is kind, and generous, and thoughtful. And he is respectful.

All of these things, combined with how you always feel safe in his arms, supported in his home, and loved in his gaze, brought you to finally propose to him, not the other way around. Everybody always talks about how nervous they were when proposing to their partner. But not you. There was never any doubt in your mind that you wanted to marry him, and no doubt in your mind that he loved you. If it wasn’t a yes now, it would be a yes later.

That was a year ago. Now you’re married and today is the first day of your week-long honeymoon trip. You have just woken up beside each other in the bed at home, for the first time as a married couple. Soon you’ll have to get up and get ready for your flight, but for now, the greatest thing in the world is occupying this space together.

The honeymoon phase is real. This is the happiest either of you have ever been.

“Good morning, [husband/wife/spouse],” Alex says, his face so close to yours that your noses are practically touching. It’s so stupid that it makes you laugh. His grin in uncontrollable as he grabs your face and pulls you in for a deep kiss, tangling your legs together.