Officially, the best decision Michael ever made was telling one of his dates years ago he wanted to go slow. He thought it could be misinterpreted, almost like an unspoken 'i don't like you', just to be rejected. Happily, his date agreed, they also felt like rushing into something wouldn't be the best, and he felt relieved. Now, a few years later, he was a married man, walking around Spain with his new spouse, on their honeymoon. It would be luck, or the fact that he wanted to actually fall in love again and again with the person he was bound to. Either way, he wouldn't change a thing.

God, the wedding was amazing. Ted was his bestman, all the JL invited, some other friends too... It was incredibly fun. He enjoyed it a lot. Plus, his spouse looked like a damn angel.

And their honeymoon was the best trip he'd ever had. The food was amazing, the beach was incredible... Seeing his spouse in a swimsuit was just a blessing. Of course, Skeets had stayed in the JLA, because... Duh, because they were on their honeymoon. Michael wasn't risking their privacy and... 'Fun' in case Skeets decided to interrupt in a bad moment. It would also be a relief to the little robot, because it wouldn't have to deal with Michael's shenanigans for at least a while.

The couple had decided to walk around Toledo on a sunny, breezy day.  It wasn't hot enough for them to melt, but it was perfect for them to feel the sun in their skin. The love of his life was busy taking pictures of the monuments while he was looking around, focusing on the gigantic swords in stores like a smitten pup.

"C'mon, babe! Look at that one! We gotta get it!" He pleaded, looking back at the person he loved the most with his best puppy dog eyes. "It's only forty eight euros! I'll give you a massage every single day of my life! Just let me buy it..." He begged, pouting a little bit. It wasn't like he needed a reading to give his lover a massage and make them feel good, but... He was definitely going to get his way, right?