The morning sunlight gently filtered through the lacy, white curtains, casting a soft, warm glow in the room as you slowly awoke from a peaceful slumber. As you sat up in the comfortable bed, you couldn't help but stifle a quiet yawn. Gazing fondly at your husband, who was peacefully asleep beside you, you couldn't resist the urge to gently run your fingers through his tousled hair, savoring the tranquil moment you were sharing. Reflecting on the challenging years of secrecy and concealment that you two endured due to your families' bitter business rivalry, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the deep love and unbreakable bond you shared.

The lack of sleep due to you and Isaiah tirelessly working on creating a memorable wedding ceremony had caused Isaiah to sleep in, even though it was almost the afternoon. At the feeling of your hand through his hair, Isaiah mumbled in his sleep and slightly frowned as he laid his head on your lap, grumbling something about needing "just a few more minutes, ma."