A/N My first Emma fic! A series of events after their wedding that I hope you all enjoy! For anybody who wants an M rating chapter of their wedding night I would direct you to "In Which N Takes M" by SadArticle.

Her eyes slowly opened and as usual she stretched her back like a cat while her eyes were only a bit open. She sat up a bit and opened her eyes fully; that is when she remembered she was not alone.

Emma looked down at Mr. Knightley… or should she now say "George" and she smiled at his sleeping form. He was facing her and the look on his face looked rather peaceful. A draft from the slightly opened window gave Emma the chills and she realized she still had no clothing on. She settled back down onto her pillow and pulled the sheets close to her body. The movement of her on the mattress and rustling of the sheets awoke George and he began to stir. Soon she was met with his eyes looking lovingly into hers. She scooted closer and he took her in his arms. She was immediately warmer.

"Sleep well Mrs. Knightley?" he asks and kisses her cheek. She can't help but grin.

"The best sleep I have ever had," She answers and tilts her head to look at him, "George."

They repositioned so she was lying on top of him with her head on his chest. George held her hand with her ring on it and played with it. Emma lay there in silence and watched. Eventually he laced their hands together and dropped them to the bed.

"Did you enjoy last night?" George asks after a bit of silence. Emma nodded and picked her head up to look at him.

"Unlike anything I have ever experienced… something I do hope will happen again in the near future."

George laughed a bit and kissed her. She smiled against it and then broke away.

"I can promise you that."

Emma smiled and kissed him again. She laid back down beside him and he turned onto his side. She raised her eyebrows at the look he was giving her.

"What is it?" she asks with a bit of worry in her voice. He smiled at her to make sure her worry was gone. He brought his hand to her face lightly and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You seem more relaxed than you did at the beginning of the night last night." He comments. Emma blushes a little and nods.

"Forgive me, I didn't…" Emma began when George put a finger to her lips with a smile.

"I know. Me too."

Emma moved closer and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Tell me, years ago would you have ever thought we would marry?" Emma asks. She looks up and sees he is pondering the thought.

"You've always had a special place in my heart Emma," he begins. Emma smiles and he returns the smile. "I've always loved you, but when you became a woman I saw you were no longer that little girl I adored; you were the radiant woman that I fell in love with. So years ago, maybe however as of last year I knew… I knew you were the one," Emma kissed his cheek and settled her head on his shoulder. "And you?"

Emma pulled the sheets closer for warmth while she thought back.

"I cannot pin point an exact time because like you I have always loved you. The biggest realization that I love you intimately was when Harriet believed you were in love with her," she said in a quiet voice. "And I felt ill when I heard it. After, I went to discuss this situation with Miss. Taylor… and as we talked I told her how much I love you and the thought of losing you made me ill. The only person you should marry is me because I love you so dearly. Outside of her and father your opinion is the one I treasure most… of course now you opinion means more."

He kisses her forehead and then lips. She turns so her chest is to his chest as the kiss heats up. George flips her onto her back and she smiles into the kiss.

"What do you say…" George says in between kisses. "That we skip breakfast?"

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer. "That sounds like a wonderful idea Mr. Knightley."