I woke up to find Zach's arms around me.

I sighed contently. There's no place I like better than waking up in my beloved arms. His calming nature always managed to soothe my scattered nerves.

He was just so sweet and strong, and always there to protect me. When I was in danger Zach would always swoop in and save me. When I was crying, he'd kiss my tears away, holding me just like this. It'd been this way ever since we were teenagers. He'd always been there for me, even when my parents had couldn't be.

I turned around in his arms to find his beautiful, piercing eyes open and boring into mine. I gave him a smile and a quick kiss on the lips. "How are you doing this fine morning?" I asked.

He gave me a heart-stopping smirk and pecked my forehead. "Better now that your finally awake, sleepyhead."

"Hey, we can't all be highly trained assassins, smartass," I replied teasingly, pinching his nose.

He rolled his eyes, ruffled my hair and heaves himself of the bed wearing nothing but boxers, "You hungry, pinchy?"

"Pinchy," I laugh at his stupid nickname, "That's the best you can come up with?" But I follow his pursuit and get up anyway.

"Shut up, "He says, picking me up and carrying me downstairs towards the kitchen, with me giggling like a teenage girl the whole way.

I snuggle deeper into his arms, and smell his strong, clean scent, "Yo genius, you realize you were supposed to do the whole threshold thing the night OF the wedding. Not the day after."

Zach chuckled, "Only you would still use the word "Yo" in a statement."

I swat his muscular chest, "Isn't that what all the cool kids are saying these days? Anyway, that's not my point."

He shrugged as we enter the kitchen, "Its never too late to pick up my amazing spouse, who I've now been married to legally in the state of New York for 12 hours."

As he sets me down on the counter, I blush at the memory of our commitments the night before. I was now married to the amazing Zachary Goode. What a night.

"Make me breakfast, you big sap," I said, hiding the effect his words had on me. He kissed my new wedding band and complied with my order.

I watched him start the oven, and put eggs in the pan, wondering how I got so lucky to have a guy like him love me. Of course, things would have gone a lot smoother, if it wasn't for that slut Cammie. She'd had him jumping through hoops for her, then she just left him because 'she couldn't be with a person who'd done the things she'd seen him do, even though Zach had done all of that for her. The bitch still left him for Josh, and Zach had come to me for comfort.

You could see why. We had the same past, both our lives ruined by the COC and crazy parents. I could understand him on a level she never could, and vise verse. In a way, I had Cammie to thank for having Zach. She destroyed him enough to see who he should truly be with.

Me.

Zach turned around to see me ogling him. His smirk once again dominated his face, "What are you thinking about?" He asked, truly confused.

I smiled dazedly, unfazed that I had been caught staring, "Just wondering how I got so lucky," I said.

"I think it might be the other way around," he said smiling and pecking me on the lips and grabbing my hand.

I sighed in happiness, "I love you, Zach."

He grins, and squeezed my hand, "I love you too, Preston."

And then the eggs caught on fire.

Trololololololoololo :)

~Sarah