The morning after the wedding dawned clear and bright, the sun casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The garden, where we had exchanged our vows, was now a serene oasis of calm. The remnants of the celebration – scattered petals, twinkling fairy lights, and empty champagne flutes – added to the charm of the scene.
I awoke to the soft sound of birds chirping outside the window, their melodies a gentle reminder that a new day had begun. The events of the previous day felt like a dream, a beautiful, ethereal dream. But as I looked beside me, I saw Raven, her face peaceful in sleep, and I knew it was all real.
Raven stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled sleepily at me, and my heart swelled with love. "Good morning, Mrs.," she whispered, her voice still husky from sleep.
"Good morning, Mrs.," I replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "How did you sleep?"
