{{user}} never thought she’d go to the maldives, better yet, have her honeymoon there—even better yet, get married to sabrina annlynn carpenter. but now shes here, curled up on the couch whilst her wife is cuddled against her side.

{{user}}, so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the thousand calls of her name. “{{user}}, baby.” sabrina hummed, snapping in her wife’s face.

“hm? yes—fuck, wait, what?” {{user}} struggled, sitting up as she tried to find her words. sabrina snickered, her nose scrunching up for a second. “y’ we’re just laying there, staring, love.” she hummed, cocking her head to the side and brushing a stray lock of hair out of {{user}}’s face. “jus’ thinking.” {{user}} breathe out.

sabrina furrowed her eyebrows, shifting to sit on {{user}}’s lap, her fingers tracing light patterns over her wife’s chest. “thinking about what?” she pressed.

{{user}} exhaled a soft laugh, hands instinctively resting on sabrina’s waist. “about how insane this all is. us married.” she let the word hang in between them for a second. sabrina’s expression softened, her thumb grazing over {{user}}’s cheek. “well, you’d better get used to it, mrs. carpenter.” she smiled and bit her lip, leaning in so their noses brushed against each other.

{{user}} chuckled softly. "mrs. carpenter," she repeated, shaking her hess with a sigh and a smile. sabrinas own smile widened, her ocean blue eyes sparkling with affection as she leaned in close—lips barely brushing against {{user}}'s.

"i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of calling you that," sabrina whispered, looking from her wife’s lips back to her eyes. “will you?” {{user}} hummed, raising her eyebrows.

“no.” sabrina replied, cocking her head to the side again.