Heysies! I'm back with another chapter of LWMS!

Meh, the end is coming so quickly... but hey, I'm glad that you guys reviewed 'Story Ideas' to help me make my decision as to what to post next! And if you haven't done so yet, please do! At the moment, I think Stars Lost At Sea is in the lead...

Anyways, before we get on with the chapter, I wanna thank y'all for your reviews last time! Those of you who guessed - thanks :P I got a lot of 'DisneyLand's... lol xD But I decided to put two people into the chapter. One person got it right (only because I gave him a clue... :P) and another person made me giggle with her many answers :P MrB.o.B1990 and BeingHannah923! Watch out for their characters in the chapter :P You shall see this 'happiest place on earth' when we get there ;P

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I think that's it... a long enough A/N! Chapter time, me thinketh.

I don't own SWAC. Onwards!


Chapter 52 - The Honeymoon

Sonny's POV

Chad and I arrive at LAX, where his private jet is waiting for us. Luckily, I'm no longer wearing my wedding dress – that would've caused a lot of attention – we stopped off home to get some suitcases we packed last night. So the both of us changed. And Chad said we were going somewhere hot, maybe hotter than LA, so I made sure to pack a lot of shorts, skirts and T-shirts. But also a few jackets and coats, just in case.

And now we're on Air Chad, making our way to… wherever it is we're going. Yup. Chad refused to tell me until we get there.

Grr.

I tap my foot impatiently on the plane floor, gripping Chad's hand and squeezing it tight. Chad laughs.

"Is someone afraid of flying?"

I roll my eyes, whacking him on the arm, "No, you dolt. Remember I've flown in a plane many times, and I actually love flying. So ha!"

Chad looks down to my hand for a few seconds, and then back up, a dumbfounded look on his face that still looks as adorably stupid as it did six years ago. "So… why are you holding my hand?"

I glare at him, "What, so I can't hold my own husband's hand?"

Chad opens his mouth to say something, before closing it again. "S'pose." He mumbles. Pleased with myself for no apparent reason, I clap a little, before reaching for Chad's hand and squeezing it again. He doesn't protest this time.

It's this moment when I dare to look over Chad to see outside the window, and I feel my breath catch on the back of my throat.

The sea. Nothing but sea, for miles.

"It's beautiful…" I breathe, "The Pacific?"

"Yup." Chad says with a smile, and my brain begins to process the info.

"So… if we're over the Pacific… are we going to Hawaii?" I ask, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Hmm…" Chad says, "I could tell you, but that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"

I groan, exasperated, "Chaaaad!"

He smirks, "Okay, I'll tell you. We're not going to Hawaii. But I'm sure wherever we're going is exotic-y enough to make those little coconut drinks with the umbrellas too."

I smile, closing my eyes and picturing this exotic coconut-drink-selling place… a white, sandy beach, palm trees like in LA, the waves rolling softly against the coast as Chad and I lean back in a hammock, hugging each other, watching the sunset.

It's almost too good to believe.


A few hours later, we land with a shudder (my least favourite part of being on a plane), and I swallow repeatedly as to stop my ears from popping. I remember when I first came to California all those years ago, on a plane, and Mom gave me one of those boiled sweets to suck while the plane was landing. I almost choked on it. Yeah… not a good experience for my first few moments on Californian soil…

We step off the plane, and I have to shade my eyes with my arm. The sunlight is blinding – something I missed those hours we were on the plane – and as I walk down the plane's stairs I feel my legs cramp up. So Chad carries me down, bridal style, the rest of the way. I'm glad I'm wearing shorts, or this would've been a very embarrassing experience while wearing a skirt… imagine if the paparazzi had captured that!

But… when I get my first real look at the place… I notice there's no-one. No paparazzi – just two people – a man and a woman who look in their early thirties – with dark skin and big smiles. Chad puts me down as we reach the ground and my leg cramp fades, and then shakes the two people's hands, grinning. They are dressed in white shirts and black shorts, and Chad says they're going to be showing us to where we'll be staying. They introduce themselves – the man as Sato, the woman as Gina, and lead us to the car which will take us where we're going. A chorus of locals are singing, and Sato tells us they're singing the anthem of the country Yumi, Yumi, Yumi, which means "We, We, We". (I had to do a little research for that. Go Wikipedia! ;P)

"I know it's no LA limo…" Chad pouts as we arrive at the car, and I laugh.

"It will be fine." I say, "It's nice to get away from all the fame and fortune."

Chad smiles, proud of himself, opening the door for me. I get in, thanking him and he chuckles, before getting in himself. I look out the window and smile as I read the words in the front of the airport and realise finally where we are.

"Welcome to Vanuatu, the happiest place on Earth"…

As long as I'm with Chad, I totally agree.


(Meh, more research time) We arrive at the resort where we're staying, which is on the island of Efate, one of the many islands that make up Vanuatu. We have to take a boat to get there, but I love it. It's nice to be somewhere like this… away from all the paparazzi, the fame, the pressure to be perfect… I'd stay in Vanuatu, if I could.

I really mean it.

We're staying in a place called Forari (*laughs* It sounds like Ferrari xD)… it's beautiful. I've seen the beach while driving past… white sand, palm trees, calm sea, a little bar… and that hammock, ready for those nights Chad and I are going to do nothing but relax. It reminds me of my dream on the plane, only better. Way, way better.

There aren't many other people where we're staying – a group of friends, a few couples… and I wonder if we're going to be recognised.

I'm answered quickly.

A few seconds after we step in the door, a late-teenage girl with auburn hair peers over, before tapping the guy next to her, who has darker hair. They both look in our direction, before turning away again. I can hear them whisper-arguing, before a few minutes later, the girl totters over shyly, smiling hopefully. I tap Chad, who is talking to Sato about our arrangements, and he smiles kindly when he sees the girl.

"Hey…" She says shyly. "Are you guys… Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper?"

I can't help but smile – even in paradise, we get recognised.

"That's us." Chad says with a grin, and the girl's face lights up. She turns back to face the group and yells at the boy she was talking to, telling him to come over.

"I told you it was them." The girl sticks her tongue out, before holding out her hand, "You owe me twenty bucks."

"Actually…" The guy says, "I owe you twenty Vanuatu Vatu, which is about 22 cents."

The girl gasps, before stomping her foot and crossing her arms, "How do you know that?"

"Looked it up last night." The boy laughs, before the girl shoots him an intimidating glare.

"I will get you back for this." She says, and he just rolls his eyes lightly.

"Love you too, sis."

As sweet as this (apparent) brother-sister moment is, I think right now Chad and I are just super confused.

"Guys?" I say, catching the two's attention.

"Anyways," The girl smiles, recollecting herself, "We just wanted to come and see you guys!"

I smile kindly, happy to hear that they are fans, before turning to Chad, who's putting on a smile – a totally fake smile. I've known him long enough to say that he just wants to be alone with me – it is our honeymoon after all. Obviously he thought that, being that this place is all the way in the South Pacific, no-one would recognise us. Well, he was wrong.

"Ah, I get it…" The girl smiles, "You guys think we're just fans…"

"And…" Chad raises an eyebrow, "Why would you be talking to us if you weren't?"

I whack him on the back softly, but so that the two people we're talking to can't see it. The girl laughs.

"No, we're not fans… well, we are, but…" As she talks, I begin to recognise her more. She sounds an awful lot like a Wisconsinite… like home. "C'mon, Sonny, don'tcha recognise me? Hannah, from Wisconsin…"

Hannah… the name rings a bell. Hold up… Hannah; girl who was a few years younger than me in West Appleton High, and when I came back to Wisconsin I worked in that fast food restaurant with her! (chapter 29)

Hannah grins, flicking her auburn hair back, "Yup, I knew you'd recognise me."

"How couldn't I?" I say with a grin, hugging her, before turning to the boy behind her. I remember him too.

Bobbie; Hannah's older brother.

Somehow, I'm now squashed in a family hug, and I can't help but smile. I see Chad, slightly annoyed, on the edge of it, and drag him into the hug. He looks at me, confused, and I laugh.

"Friends from Wisconsin." I mouth, and he nods, smiling a little.

"So…" Bobbie says, as we drag ourselves out of the hug, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Honeymoon." Chad says, trying to sound happy but it comes out a little flat, and Hannah and Bobbie share looks of confusion.

"Yeah…" Hannah says, trying to lighten the mood Chad seems to have soured, "We heard you guys got married… nice on!"

"Thanks…" Chad says, "I just can't wait till we can be alone, you know? Coz it is our, uh, honeymoon."

I glare at him, for being rude, but Hannah and Bobbie are smart enough to get the hint.

"Well, in that case, we'll leave you to it!" Bobbie says, grinning. "We just need to get a little picture of you guys… friends at home don't believe we know you, so…"

I nod, smiling, and drag Chad into the picture. We all smile for the camera (Chad probably only because it's in his nature to smile for a camera), before Hannah and Bobbie thank us and head back to the gaggle of people they were hanging out with. Once they've turned away, I shoot Chad a death-glare for being so antisocial, and he laughs innocently.

"What's up?" He asks, and I whack him, slightly harder this time, on the arm. "Ouch!" He groans, "I really hope I'm not gonna be beaten often in this marriage." I stare him down, and his smirk fades to a pout. "Sorry, wifey-dear."

I smirk, "You're forgiven, darling husband." I say. At this moment, Sato and Gina come back into the lobby of the hotel, with our suitcases, and they lead us up to our luxury suite, Chad following. I'm at the back, and feel a tap on my shoulder as I reach the stairs. I turn back to see a smiling Hannah.

"He's even cuter in person." She says with a grin, and I nod, smiling.

"Yup." I say with a smile, "He is."

"He seems amazing…" She says, "You really are lucky."

I giggle, "I know."


Later on, late into the night, we've sorted out our room, and we've decided to go down to the beach for a little while, because no-one else is there right now. We want alone time, which, because of Hannah, Bobbie, Sato and Gina, we haven't yet got. I'm not overly bothered by that – we have a whole week alone… but I know Chad was slightly twitchy for us to spend some time at the beach, alone, together.

And now, we can.

Now, we're laying on the hammock I spotted earlier, sipping from those little coconut cocktails, and I feel like we're in one of those adverts for the most relaxing place on earth. Well, Vanuatu is the happiest (having a honeymoon here proves that) so there's no reason why it's not the most relaxing as well!

I'm leaning against Chad's chest, and can't hear anything but the soft beating of his heart, the rustling of the palm leaves, and the waves washing on the shore. The sunset is beautiful, magical, and I wish we could be here forever.

I'm falling asleep on Chad's chest, half-way between consciousness and slumber, and Chad Is stroking my hair gently, which really doesn't help. That always makes me tired (ditto). Meh, I need waking up. I don't want to be falling asleep on my husband, our first night of being married! Rude, much?

I look over to the sea, only a few meters away, and realise I haven't tested the water yet. That is something I have to do, every time I go on vacation somewhere. And even now, I still need to go along with said tradition.

I escape from my husband's grip, running down to the sea, yelling "LAST ONE IN THE SEA'S A ROTTEN EGG!"

Chad, dazed, follows me. I glance back to see him taking off his shirt, to reveal his abs, before he breaks out into a sprint. I watch, tired out, as he speeds past me, climbs up some random rock, and dives down into the water in the traditional-Chad way;

"CANNONBALL!"

After being drenched by the aftermath of Chad's cannonball, I decide the water is just about cool enough to wake me up. I walk into the waves, shivering a little as I take off my T-shirt and shorts and leave them on the beach, before wading over to where Chad has just come up from under the water, and is now laughing.

"I think I won that." He says triumphantly. I whack him lightly on the arm, and he groans.

"It's lucky I've got stronger since we first dated… I don't want to bruise like last time." I giggle, and he frowns, even though I know he's joking, "I'm serious! You're not gonna become a husband-beater, are you?"

I roll my eyes, "Jerk."

"Love you too, darlin'."

I can't help but forgive him – like I ever fell out with him in the first place. But, just to be fun…

"I'll forgive you…" I say, rubbing my chin, "Only if… WATER FIGHT!"

I cup my hands and fill them with salty-sea water, before throwing it at Chad. My attempts for revenge aren't very successful and only get Chad feebly wet… but that's enough, if I know Chad. Especially since it hit his hair.

"Okay, now you're gonna get it, my dear…"

Chad splashes me with the water, and considering I haven't yet got my whole body wet, the water feels freezing on my shoulders and chest. I scream, before splashing Chad back and running backwards, trying to protect myself from possible frost-bite caused from this water (and no, I'm not over-exaggerating. Well, I might be…).

"Watch where you're going!" Chad yells as he chases me.

Unfortunately, where I'm going is the last thing on my mind. I just want to get back to safety… which doesn't happen. As I run, my foot collides with something, and it makes me trip. I let out a yell of pain and collapse to the sea floor (not as deep as it sounds), and Chad notices straight away, gasping, before running to my "rescue". He lifts me up, bridal style, and looks me in the eyes, a heroic look on his face. I laugh, before glancing at my foot and wincing. It looks kind of red.

Chad peers down at it, sighing, before looking back up at my face, "You'll be fine, don't worry." He says, before smirking, "Shall I kiss it and make it better? Although… I don't fancy cheese tonight…"

"Ha, hilarious." I say, kicking my feet around, trying to kick him, but all that does for me is cause more pain in my foot. Chad laughs, before carrying me back to the shore.

"Your foot's just a little sore," He says, "It'll heal, so don't fuss." I yawn, and he smirks, "You tired?" I nod a little, "Bedtime then."

I shake my head forcefully, and cross my arms, pouting. Chad laughs.

"Someone had one too many coconut cocktails…"

I bite my lip. "What do you mean by that?"

He doesn't reply. He just drags us both up to our room, and plonks me down on the bed. He collapses onto it next to me with a smile, before kissing me lightly on the cheek.

"I love you." He murmurs. That's the last thing I remember, before my eyes flutter shut and I fall into deep sleep.

Chad's POV

"Ouch, damn!"

Sonny is running ahead of me, in the water, but when she yells out I start to panic. Is she okay? I hope she's not hurt too badly… in fact, I hope she's not hurt at all.

I run up to where she's fallen, and pick her up to inspect the extend of her damage. Hmm… all seems fine, but her foot is a little red. Probably from where she fell… well, knowing my luck with that sorta thing (trust me – happened a lot. I'm so prone to small accidents, big accidents kinda avoid me…) (Hannah… I borrowed your line )), she'll be okay.

Meh, I hope.

"You'll be fine, don't worry." I assure her, as she shoots me a look of panic. I try to make the situation less scary, and smirk, "Shall I kiss it and make it better?" Sonny laughs, "Although…" I add, "…I don't fancy cheese tonight."

"Ha, hilarious." Sonny moans as she tries to kick me with her cheesy feet, before she yelps a little in pain, and I laugh at how cute she is when in pain. Okay, I know… that sounded mean.

"You're foot's just a little sore," I explain to her as I take her out of the water, making way to the hotel room. "It'll heal, so don't fuss." She yawns a little, and I realise she's tired. Huh. Well, there go the rest of night's plans. "You tired?" I ask her, just to make sure, and she nods, "Bedtime then."

Sonny gasps as if "Bedtime" is the mother of all punishments, before shaking her head and pouting like a little kid. I laugh – silly behaviour plus drinks… equals a tipsy Sonny.

"Someone had one too many coconut cocktails…" I murmur, and unfortunately, she hears.

"What do you mean by that?" She asks, all innocence. I decide not to argue with her… especially since she's a little drunk. Huh, I suppose alcohol gets to m'lady easily… at least it doesn't make her violent, like it does with, um, me

We get back to the room, and I place Sonny carefully onto the bed (well, as carefully as a person can when they're practically juggling their wife, both their clothes, and a key for the door… so not very carefully), and collapse next to her, all smiles. She tries to return one, but is too tired (and too tipsy) to do so.

I don't mind though, I kiss her softly on the cheek, which makes her smile, before telling her that I love her. Rather than returning the words like usual, Sonny stays silent. I smirk.

She's asleep.


A few hours later, and I'm lying next to my wife of… 18 hours, half-way between sleeping and not. I'm just… thinking. Thinking of how freakin' lucky I am to have Sonny… as my wife. I think I've wanted this for, uh… six years. Since I met the girl, I'd say.

And next stop in our relationship – children. I've always wanted a child… and having a child with Sonny would just be perfect. Maybe even more than one. I suppose we'll have to see where this goes…

I suddenly feel shuffling around next to me, and turn to see Sonny, moving around. I go to kiss her and say hi, before realising she's not awake yet. Huh, she must be dreaming.

Ah. It's so damn cute to see Sonny dream. It's as cute as watching her awake. And I know that sounds stalker-ish – but she's my wife now. Deal with it.

But there's nothing cute about this dream, by the sounds of it. Sonny is moaning, it's sounds like she's in pain. She's calling my name, and she sounds stressed.

She sounds like she's suffering.

I want to wake her up, stop her from suffering; but I know I shouldn't. It'll just make the nightmare (that is, presuming it is a nightmare) worse when she next sleeps. So instead I just have to sit here and watch my wife suffer. Gosh, I feel like such a bad husband right now.

Sonny continues to call my name and scream quietly for a few minutes (which is lucky, otherwise we might have had people in the other rooms come to see what was going on. Embarrassing…), before she calms down.

"You're here." She says softly, and I realise (considering she's been saying my name the whole time) she must be talking about me. I grab her hand, for comfort, and smile.

"Yes, I am." I say.

"Please don't go." She whimpers, her lower lip quivering.

"I won't." I whisper, kissing the hand I'm holding. "I'm here for you."

She smiles a little, before screaming again, this time at a much higher volume. I cringe, angry by how much pain she seems to be going through and how I can do nothing to stop it. And I know it's a dream, but with the way she's acting, it's hard to believe it isn't real-life pain.

There's suddenly a knock on the door, and I sigh. Great. Someone heard her.

I get up, tired, and head over to the door. A young woman is stood there, with a concerned look on her face.

"Is everything… okay in here?" She asks, "I heard screaming…"

"Everything's fine." I say, "Sorry. It's just; my wife's having a nightmare…"

The woman looks past me to where Sonny is still lying. She whimpers a little, before screaming again. I roll my eyes up at the ceiling in frustration – this has to stop.

I walk back over to where Sonny's laid, and shake her and saying her name gently. I know she's probably gonna go through this dream again tomorrow night if I do this, but she unknowingly disturbing people, not to mention worrying me.

She calms down a little, and I sigh with relief. She says, "Rebecca" softly, before the smile fades from her face and she goes into proper slumber. The dream seems to have ended.

I turn back to the woman at the door, smiling. "It's okay." I say, "I think she's calmed down."

"Okay…" The woman says, "Well, if anything else happens, just come knock on my door. I'm right down the other end of the hallway… if you need me, you know where to go."

I smile gratefully, "Thanks for the offer, but I think she'll be fine. I hope so, anyway."

She nods, closing the door behind her, and I collapse back onto the bed.

"Rebecca." Sonny says once again, and that suddenly makes me curious.

Who is this Rebecca?


So there you go! They're honeymoon-ing in Vanuatu! I wonder if anyone's heard of there... and if you don't believe me that it's the 'happiest place in the world', go look it up :P

Well, that was a nice long chapter to make up for the long wait. Sorry about that, by the way... anyways...

Soo... Hannah and Bobbie? Didja like your characters? ;D I hope you did!

Hmm... now it's time for me to beg for reviews! Lol xD No, seriously, please review! Remember that thing about 600 reviews? Let's see if we can do it! :D

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~Amy x