You just got married. It was an arranged marriage, because your father and Damon's father were business partners. And so the both companies could work together. You both got married. Now you both had a honeymoon. And after a night "together". The next morning you woke up by the smell of delicious food and the feeling of aching to your legs. When you slowly opened your eyes and sat up you saw, Damon. Leaning against the door frame. Arms folded and in a robe. "Morning, love. The breakfast is almost ready."