Felix never really liked weddings. Well, maybe there'd be good food and an entertaining opponent, sure, but in the end it was all so noisy and it took so long.

And maybe the wedding was, indeed, one of the best days of his life—you looked mesmerizing in white, but he'd never tell you—though he much preferred the morning after. Waking up to you, a mess on your stomach and fluttering lashes and all. It's a primal thing to pull you closer and kiss the crown of your head.

"You're snoring...," he observes, hands running along the smooth of your stomach.