Hai guise.

I stared out out of the window at the clouds, hoping it would rain when we touched down.

How are you doing? I asked Ian, looking up.

He was pale and his eyes were shut. I don't know...I feel kinda sick.

I felt his forehead. You don't have a fever. Maybe it's just air sickness.

Okay...I guess you have experience with this.

I kissed his hand. You'll feel better when you get some fresh air.

After I said that, I started seeing his dreams again. I liked this, knowing that if I touched him with my hands I could see and hear whatever he thought and there was nothing he could do about it.

About an hour later, the flight attendent lady came over the intercom and announced we were landing in thirty seconds. The jostling would probably wake him, so I wouldn't try.

But as the plane touched down, his eyes remained closed and his dreams remained in my head.

I waited until it was safe for people to stand and get out of the plane to wake Ian.

I poked his shoulder. "Ian. Ian, honey. It's time to wake up. We're here."

He remained in DreamLand.

I shook him gently and patted his face. "Ian! C'mon! You just gotta make it to the hotel! C'mon, Sleepin' Beauty!" I kissed his cheek.

His eyes fluttered open and he smiled.

"Feeling better?"

He nodded.

"Well, it's time to get up. We're here."

"Mm-kay," he whispered, still groggy.

He grabbed my purse and jacket and handed them down to me. I slipped my arms in the holes and threw the purse over my shoulder before grabbing his hand.

We left the airport and called a taxi, climbing in quickly to escape the rain I had wished for. I smiled to myself.

A day alone, that's all I wanted to enjoy my new marriage. I just wanted to relax with Ian and watch a few movies.

"Annie," Ian whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. "Are you sure this is what you want? We could head home and file divorce papers now if don't want to be with me."

I kissed his hand and traced away the lines on his face. "How could you ask such a thing? I said 'Yes' in the first place; you didn't force it upon me. I love you. No one else but you."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Okay. Fine by me. Whatever you want, you can have it."

I looked up at him. "Kittens? Puppies? Penguins?"

He laughed and nodded. "Anything."

"Ponies? Elephants? Giraffes?"

"If we can afford it...or fit it in the backyard."

Confusion settled on my face. "Kids?"

He rubbed my cheek with his thumb, an appraising look resting upon his features. "If you want it, we'll make it possible. We'll adopt if we have to."

I pressed my lips against his for a second. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Vous cre er aime ic'i?" the taxi driver asked, for we were at the hotel Ian and I were staying in. It roughly translates to, "You make love here?"

I laughed and shook my head. "We just got married," I told him in my perfect French.

He laughed and nodded.

Ian looked at me with confusion. "Wha'd he ask?"

I shook my head again. "He wanted to know if we were just friends, but I told him we were just married," I lied smoothly.

"Okay."

We stepped out of the cab, hand in hand. The bell boy grabbed our bags and led us to our honeymoon suite.

I sat on the love seat and tugged Ian's hand to ask him to sit next to me. "Ian, what would you do if I broke up with you?"

He took a deep breath. "I'd be lonely and would only get out of bed for ice cream."

I kissed him quickly. "I don't think I would be able to see you like that."

"What about you?"

I looked down. "I'd be Bella...Crazy and willing to do anything to see or hear you again...But after a week, I'd find a new boyfriend to numb the pain and make me feel loved again."

"That Shane Dawson found you real interesting at VidCon."

"Yeah, he's cute...I wouldn't mind dating him."

Ian ground his teeth.

"Ian, I'm married to you now. I wouldn't even think of dating another guy."

He smiled, the jealous look still in his eyes. "Mm-kay." He pressed his lips against mine, but it wasn't like he normally kissed me. It was persuasive, almost like he was trying to make sure I didn't leave him for Shane.

I pulled back and looked at him, feeling something close to rejection.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shook my head and looked down, a tear rolling down my cheek.

"What's wrong?" he asked again, squeezing my shoulders.

"Why would you think I would leave you for Shane?"

He sighed. "I don't know...The way you said that, I guess."

"Said what?"

"That you would date Shane...You said it like you were willing to leave me for him." He sniffled.

I kissed his neck. "Never in a billion years."

His smile was real this time. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

This time he kissed me like he meant it, picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

I pecked Ian's lips, rubbing his cheek with my thumb. "Ian, wake up honey. Baby. Hey." I patted his cheeks.

I stood up, making my head whirl and causing me to run to the bathroom.

Two minutes later, I closed my eyes and laid my head on the toilet seat, reaching my hand up to flush it.

Ian walked in then, rushing down to my side when he saw the condition I was in. "What's the matter, baby? I can make it better; we'll go home if we have to."

I shook my head. I didn't feel like I had a fever and I knew I hadn't eaten anything bad. "I'm fine," I whispered.

He stroked my cheek with his thumb, kissing my matted hair. "What can I get you?"

"A glass of water would be great."

He left me there to get my lone wish, giving me time to think.

What if I wasn't sick? What if this wasn't a virus or bad food? What if that didn't happen because it did? What if...

Ian sat the plastic cup next to my knee. "What are you thinking?"

I didn't normally show him my thoughts unless it was embarrassing.

"Ian...I think—." I was cut off by another wave of sickness.

DUNDUNDUN

"What the hell Annie why in the fuck did you put a cliffhanger you never do that omfg the nerve"

Meh 'cause I feeled like it.

I dunno what I'm gonna call this chapter so whatever it's called probably sucks ass.

EwThIsCoFfEeIsCoLdBlEgH

I. Love. YOU. Good day.