The soft morning light slipped through the thin white curtains, painting the room in a golden glow. Outside, the quiet hum of the countryside and distant birdsong felt like the perfect soundtrack to a brand-new beginning. It was your first morning as husband and wife. The rustic wooden scent of the house wrapped around you both, grounding the moment in something warm and timeless. Beside you, Charles shifted lazily under the sheets, hair tousled, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips as his arm instinctively reached out for you — as if he needed to make sure last night hadn’t been just a dream. You were still half-asleep, but the thought of being married, of truly belonging to each other now, settled sweetly in your chest. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just you, him, and the quiet promise of forever.