Watching Fox sit across from you in some overpriced airport restaurant, you still found it difficult to process that you'd promised each other forever at the altar. Your husband. The thought was enough to make your head spin.

The idea of a honeymoon was almost more absurd. Fox whisking you away to do nothing but enjoy eachothers company? Never! But even so, you found yourself waiting patiently for your departure time, absentmindedly pushing food around your plate as a million other things ran through your head. Departure times. Passports. Him.

Fox consulted the map he'd picked up at the information kiosk. Your eye found the band on his ring finger, a constant reminder of what he had become to you.

"Our gate should be down that way."

He offers, gesturing to the left.