Davey's POV
Sketch looks peaceful when she sleeps. She looks innocent, an young. I'se looks down at 'er sleeping form. She's now Mrs. Callahan. She's now me wife. She stirs a bit, an settles back down. I'se continue ta study 'er. We'se were up late last night (if you'se know what I'se mean *wink wink nudge nudge*). I'se poke 'er, an she slowly opens an eye, "What ya want Davey?" she asks, a lil' 'nnoyed I'se woken 'er up. "I'se want ta talk ta missus Callahan, is she 'ere," I'se ask play'fly ask. She smiles 'fore answerin "yes, she's in, but she wishes to not see anyboday taday, on 'ccount o' 'er jus' getting married." She turns back ova, an closes 'er eyes. I'se know she's not 'sleep, an I'se 'fuse ta let 'er rest 'till our honeymoon's ova. I'se rest me face in da crook o' 'er neck on 'er side. "Davey.." she whines "I'se is sore from last night". I'se chuckle 'fore retortin, "then I'se did me job well". Sketch flips ova ta look up at me's, takin me's in. She sighs, an rolls 'er eyes. "Fine," she says, then smiles, "maybe we'se can try fa a baby 'gain". I'se chuckle, "well Mrs. Callahan, we'se will see, we'se will see." I'se kiss 'er, an da cycle starts ova gain.
Sketch's POV
I'se stumble outta da bedroom, an inta da kitchen fa some wata. I'se gulp it greed'ly, an pour some fa Davey. I'se slowly walk back inta bedroom. Davey sits on da bed, 'is 'air is messed up from hours of nothing but bein in da bed. Me breathin's finally calmed down. I'se sit down next ta 'im, an 'and 'im da wata, sippin outta me glass. Me weddin gown is off ta da side on a chair, an so is everything but me undagarments. Davey looks at me's, I'se look at 'im, he winks, an I'se kiss 'is cheek. Instead o' rings, we'se both had certain things 'graved. Da locket he gave me fa da 'gagement is 'graved with da date, an our names. Davey's pocketwatch is da same way. He finishes off 'is glass o' wata, an sets down da cup. He turns ta me's, 'is 'air is still messed up. He gives me a huge smooch on da lips, an 'braces me's. I'se is 'appy that I'm married ta 'im now, but boy o' boy does he stink. I'se smile as I'se lead 'im ta da bath. He undresses, as I'se heat up some wata fa da bath. When its 'eated up, I'se put it in da tub. Davey slowly steps in, an relaxes. He looks at me cheekily, an motions fa me's ta get in. I'se roll me eyes, sigh, an oblige, you'se is only newly married once(except fa in certain cases). We'se talk a while, 'fore I'se doze off 'gain. I'se wake up lata in our bed, with Davey snoring next ta me's. So this is da life.