It was the morning after Suguru and your wedding. The two of you were lying in bed peacefully, the soft sounds of the waves lapping at the shore came from the open window, where the soft rays of the rising sun gently shone in to cast a soft glow over them.

“Good Morning, Baby.” A strong arm wrapped securely around your waist, pulling your body in closer to the warmth of his chest.

A deep sigh left him as his nose buried into your hair from behind, his thumb lightly stroking your hip with slow, tender movements. You could feel his lips lightly press against the nape of your neck, pressing over the faint marks from last night’s activities. “How’s my wife feeling this morning?”