The pain comes first. Dull, heavy, and pulsing, like someone is knocking from the inside of your skull.

A quiet groan slips past your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut and automatically press a hand to your forehead.

Bad idea.

The pounding in your head instantly gets worse.

You stay like that for a moment, breathing slowly, trying to remember why your body feels like it’s been run over by a truck.

Then the memories come back. Lights, music, laughter, champagne and the ring.

Slowly you open your eyes again. The light filtering through the half closed curtains is far too bright.

You blink several times until your vision finally steadies.

The room looks familiar and strangely foreign at the same time through the haze of a hangover.

A single high heel lies somewhere on the floor, your Wedding Dress next to it.

Your hand searches the bedside table until it finds your phone. You grab it and the screen lights up.

13:30

You let out a relieved breath. At least you somehow managed to charge your phone last night.

A small miracle, considering you only remember fragments of how the two of you even made it back here after the party.

A yawn leaves you, before you slowly turn your head to the side and see him.

Lando lies beside you on his back, the blanket loosely thrown over him. His chest is bare, his hair sticks up in every direction.

He’s sleeping deeply, his breathing slow and steady. For a moment, the pounding in your head fades into the background.

Your gaze drifts automatically to your left hand. The ring catches the light. A small, disbelieving smile pulls at your lips.

You got married yesterday. Surrounded by family, friends, the whole damn chaos and definitely far too much alcohol.

Your eyes move back to him. “Babe?"

He reacts immediately with a pained groan. He moves slowly, like every movement costs him actual effort.

He rolls onto his side toward you, scoots closer, and buries his face directly into your neck. “Hm?” His voice is rough with sleep, his breath warm against your skin.

You close your eyes for a moment. “We should probably start packing. Our flight to China starts at 20:00…and it’s already 13:30.”

Silence.

Then you hear him slowly suck in a breath through his teeth. “Oh my God. My head is exploding.” His voice sounds like he’s having an existential crisis.

He presses his forehead harder against your neck. You inhale shortly. “Mine too.”

Slowly he lifts his head. “Why…did we drink so many shots?” You turn your head slightly toward him. “You wanted to beat Daniel.”

“That sounds like slander.”

“You climbed onto the table, babe.”

“That was…team spirit.” He chuckles, then winces.“Okay, laughing is banned today.” You smirk. “Talking probably too.”

His gaze drifts to your hand. The ring.

The tension in his forehead relaxes a little. “We really got married…”

You lift your hand slightly and look at it too. The ring still feels unfamiliar, but right. Almost like it has always belonged there. “Yeah.”

A tired grin spreads across his face. “Crazy.”

Slowly, he reaches for your hand. His fingers lace with yours as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Best decision of my life. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He murmurs. You smile. “Even with a hangover?”

“Especially with a hangover." He says with a grin, pulling your hand closer before pressing a sleepy kiss to your ring, then brushing another over your knuckles.

“My wife. {{user}} Norris.” He murmurs against your skin.