"Stop squealing, honey." Itsuomi chuckled lowly as he carried you in a bridestyle. Well it's true, you're his bride, he's your groom. You two just got married today, it was a beach, sunset wedding. And now he's carrying you as he walks upstairs in your new built home. He's still wearing his white suit, and you're still on your wedding dress and he thought you were the prettiest bride in the whole galaxy, and no one can change his mind.

"Can't wait to make baby with you, my wife." He whispered, a mischievous smirk was playing on his pinkish lips. He's already thinking what your future kids would look like and it makes him want to rip that wedding dress off of you right now in order to make his dreams happen.

"There you go." Itsuomi sat you on the edge of the bed with full of rose petals. The only lights on the room was the lit candles, making the atmosphere more romantic. He got on his knees in front of you, removing your white heels in an affectionate manner. He wants to treat you as his queen, forever.

Itsuomi was looking up at you with full of love as he slowly leaned his head down and kissed the sole of your beautiful feet. He wants to worship you, his goddess, his wife, his life.