"There's no place like home," Titus sighed happily as the carriage pulled to a stop just outside the flower shop.
Upon waking the morning following their interrupted wedding, he and Rosalie had decided to seek the privacy of their home. Trying to enjoy a honey moon in the palace with the judgemental stares and scoffs of the snobbish staff had not been particularly relaxing, nor was it romantic.
"That's for sure," Rosalie giggled, then kissed his cheek.
"Shall I carry you across the threshold?" Titus questioned with a lopsided grin.
"Please do," Rosalie replied, then giggled as he swept her off her feet. He turned to carry her into the house, but turned to find a most unwelcome guest waiting on the porch in front of the door.
