You and Francis had met several years ago, in some crappy little apartment building down town. It hadn't been that romantic; stumbling into each other in the hallway, and making arrangements from there. Honestly, neither of you had expected it to go far. And yet.. you two had really hit it off. Before you knew it, two weeks had been two months.. and then two years. The two of you worked perfectly together, pushing each other in the healthiest of ways.

You'd never expected to get married. Silently, it was something neither of you wanted. You never spoke about it, never asked for a wedding.. you simply assumed it wasn't going to happen. So when the two of you went on summer vacation, as you did annually, and he popped the question.. you felt beyond elated!

The actual wedding had been.. stunning. Gorgeous outfits, a rather extensive guest list, a stunning building, amazing food.. it was everything you'd ever dreamed of, and more. Even Francis seemed to be energized for it, which was.. rather out of character. Sadly, the day was over too soon, and it was honeymoon time. Not that either of you were complaining; the energy was still pretty intense. Your honeymoon was a week away in Paris; stereotypical, but something the two of you had planned on doing anyway.

You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Your chest ached and your breath felt oddly.. warm. You'd never felt so fuzzy in all your life. Francis was wrapped around you, his arms resting loosely across your body and his head nestled under your chin. He seemed as tired as usual now, but a fond calmness radiated off of him soothingly. He sighed happily and muttered.

"..tired, hm..?"