Waking up next to him, in the plush, luxurious king-sized bed of your honeymoon suite, is like a dream come true. If your 13 year old self could see you now, she’d be squealing. You managed to get yourself a rich husband, and you’re on the honeymoon of her dreams. She certainly wouldn’t have imagined you’d marry the type of man that he is, but that’s okay.

He’s been awake for a while already. You’re lying on his chest as his hand lazily travels up and down the expanse of your spine, and he’s typing something on his laptop. You couldn’t get him to stop working if you tried, so you accept it. Next to you is a delicious looking breakfast, and your mouth waters at the sight of it.

“Eat,” He mutters, not paying much attention to you as he taps away at the keyboard. “They brought it earlier this morning.”