You’re in bed, the ring still new on your finger, sat back comfortably against the headboard. He brings you a cup of chamomile tea, getting into bed by your side. You were both ready for bed, doing what became part of your bedtime routine lately: looking through wedding stuff. You spend your afternoons working with your wedding planner, picking flowers, napkins, seating arrangements, and every night you go through it with Harry, wanting to make sure he’s happy with all your choices and can add his input. He let you handle the planning, trusting your choices, but he still wants to be involved, add certain details.