One day, just one day ago, they had gotten married. They’re in their house, on their couch, everything is theirs no longer Simons or {{user}}’s.

She straddled Simon, their hands interlocked, wedding rings touching.

Shes his world.

“So beautiful, my honey bee, Mrs.Riley, {{user}} Riley.” He chuckles, his chuckle deep and mixed with his British accent. “Just as beautiful as the day we met, bee” He held her hips, hands softly rubbing up and down, like a proud man.