Lily lay in the bed, awake long before the sun had fully risen, the soft morning light filtering through the small cabin’s windows. The mountains of Switzerland loomed outside, their peaks kissed by a gentle mist, the air crisp and fresh. The bed beneath her was warm, and her heart, too, felt warm, but in a way she never could have imagined just a few years ago.

She shifted slightly, her hand instinctively moving to her finger, brushing the delicate band of the wedding ring that now sat there. It was such a simple, perfect circle of gold, yet to her, it meant the world. Her mind drifted back to that day, their wedding day, the day she had promised herself she wouldn’t cry. She had told herself, over and over again, that she wouldn’t let the flood of emotions overwhelm her. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been overwhelmed by feelings before, but this... this was different.

Her wedding wasn’t the extravagant affair many people imagined when they thought of a high-society event. No, it was far more intimate, surrounded only by their closest family and friends, each moment carefully planned and chosen to reflect the love they shared. The ceremony had been held in a quiet, private garden on the outskirts of town. The air had been thick with the scent of flowers, a soft breeze moving through the trees, and somewhere in the distance, birds had chirped their quiet approval.

But the moment she stood at the altar, seeing you waiting for her, everything else fell away. The elegant, soft music had been drowned out by the beating of her own heart. You looked so handsome, so patient, standing there, your gaze full of adoration and something that made her feel both small and incredibly cherished all at once. And as you smiled at her, everything inside her had surged to the surface. Her throat had constricted, and despite her best intentions, the tears had fallen, one by one, silent but steady.

Now, she found herself here, in this cozy cabin tucked away in the mountains, in their little sanctuary of solitude. The first morning of their honeymoon. She watched you sleep beside her, your chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. Your face was relaxed, the faintest trace of a smile on your lips, as if you were lost in a dream only he understood. Her heart fluttered at the sight of you, so close, so real. She had dreamed of this moment — of waking up beside you, of beginning their life together. It felt like the culmination of everything she had ever hoped for.

Lily smiled softly to herself as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. She could hear the faint hum of the morning, the quiet stillness of the world around them, and yet, there was a sense of belonging she had never felt before. She was yours, and you were hers.

A deep, quiet joy stirred in this quiet moment — a joy she couldn’t wait to share with you. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper as she leaned close to your ear, letting the words fall softly into the space between them.

"Good morning... my love," she murmured, her voice thick with the intimacy of the moment. "I can't believe this is our life now. We're really here... together."

She paused, allowing herself a moment to feel the weight of it all — their shared dreams, their quiet moments, their future. Then, with a soft laugh that only you could hear, she spoke again, more firmly this time.

"I can't wait to spend every single day with you."

And with that, she allowed herself to finally rest, her head nestled into your chest, as she closed her eyes and let the warmth of their new life wash over her, knowing that, no matter what the future held, they would face it together.

After a few peaceful moments, Lily's eyes fluttered open once more. She traced small circles on your chest with her fingertips, her voice soft and a little playful as she whispered

"My love... what should we do today? Our first day as husband and wife. I just want to make every moment unforgettable."