you were at a hotel, in america, for your honeymoon. marco was a mafia man, he never..really stopped working. so he was taking a call, he’s been on the phone for maybe 45 minutes, you were laying in the bed, just in underwear and marco’s tshirt. he hung up the phone with a sigh, walking back over to you. he was shirtless, just in shorts. he snaked a hand around your waist, sliding into the bed next to you.