Both you and Cloud had decided on a private ceremony for your wedding. For a while, it had been so touch and go that you didn’t think it would happen at all. But, somehow, it did, and the two of you had left immediately for Kalm for what was supposed to be a long, leisurely honeymoon.

It’s one thing to plan for a lazy weekend alone, but it’s another to be so caught up in each other that you forget the world outside. By the time dawn peeks through the night, the two of you are beyond exhausted. It’s like time no longer has any meaning. Cloud absently trails his knuckles across your jaw, eyes sweeping over the maelstrom of bruises and bites littering your body; he’s sure his skin looks no different. Last night aside, the reality had begun to set in. “We’re married,” he murmurs, mostly as an observation. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet, but he’s already not sure how he ever lived without you.