She sat outside on the balcony of the honeymoon suite.

She was alone, wrapped in a blanket and fiddling with the ring on her left ring finger.

"I'm married." She said softly to herself. She smiled.

After years of waiting, months of preparation, and hours of raging nerves, she was married.

She glanced down at her ring. It was beautiful, a large, round diamond in the middle and two triangular ones on either side. The band was thin, gold and perfect.

The ceremony had been perfect too.

She'd spent months planning it. It had gone off without a hitch.

She had waited for him to propose, and when he did, she felt like she was complete.

And now they were married. Men would back off at the sight of her ring. No more sleazy fans flirting with her, or with him.

Because they were married, they belonged to each other.

"Jude?" His voice was raspy. "Come back to bed."

She walked over to him, and then climbed in. His held her closely.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked quietly.

"We're married. Finally." She whispered.

"I know. You looked beautiful today." He said.

"You didn't look half-bad yourself, Quincy."

"That's your last name too now."

"I know." She smiled at him.