Hey guys. So yeah, this one has been a while. Honestly none of my stories have been getting that much attention lately.

But for some reason my Zoke phase from last year came back when I had exams coming up (again) soon so I figured "Why not? Might as well."

Just a heads up, you might want to read Honeymoon Lemon before reading this chapter or this won't make sense. But if it gets to the point where it gets uncomfortable, you can easily stop and go onto here. This chapter pretty much takes place after that scene.

Hope you guys enjoy.

Chapter 3

Unexpected Arrivals

Friday, May 6th, 2016

11:07 AM

I don't want to get up. I want to stay in his arms forever. I want to stay here in this room, in this hut on the beach, on this island. Just with Mike and no one else. I wish this honeymoon could last forever. I want feel the golden beam of the sun on my back. I want to hear the waves wash over the sands outside. I want to feel the crisp white sheets sink underneath me every time I move on them.

I rubbed my head against my husband's chest, pinching his warm muscular shoulder. He responded by brushing some of the hair away from my face with a tender delicate touch. As I snuggled up to him as much as I possibly could, I felt him pick up that flower from last night and fix it back in my hair. Even though my eyes would not open, I could tell we both had warm cosy very satisfied smile on our faces.

"That was the best night ever." With my lips pressed against his chest, my voice came out muffled but even then, I felt him squeeze me tighter against him. The squeeze was enough to gently pull my eyes open. Seeing the white sheets, the flowers, the picture frames, the red carpet reminded me that I wasn't in a fantasy world. We were really on our honeymoon, alone together.

"Better than a luxury spa hotel?"

I'm too tired to laugh, just muster an exhausted but delighted little smile. I wanted to move, just nuzzle myself against him more. I don't care that he was inside me last night, and it makes me feel almost spoilt that I can never get close enough to him. It's Mike. I want to stay with him forever. Just him. No one else.

"I don't wanna go."

This time, his comment got a weak little chuckle out of me. I rubbed my head against his chest, sliding my hand down from his shoulder to join my head on his chest as well, wriggling until I was more comfortable than I already was. Then, heaving a heavy sigh, I let my eyes relax shut again.

"Neither do I."

The white sheets underneath us were sticking. I was aware that we were both damp in a warm sticky sweat. The kind that in its own little way added to the romantic warmth of the room and kept us stuck together better than any other superglue you could find. Every time I breathed in through my nose, I took in his scent, the sweet scent of the lavender pillows, the scent of the flowers around us, a hint of salt from the outside. The most beautiful combination.

I flopped my head onto his arm underneath me. My eyes were able to open themselves up again. I blinked, taking in the golden light and then looked over at my husband. Never before had I seen him so . . . peaceful. He was almost completely fast asleep, only budging to keep the sheets underneath him from sticking. His hair was dark and damp and fell over his eyes that were completely relaxed shut; and his lips had just enough energy to keep a little smile on. My eyes wanted to sneak downwards but I kept them on his face. I brought my hand up with less effort than I had expected and started stroking his cheek as gently as I could. As soon as my fingers brushed against his skin, his face melted into an even happier little smile. His arms around me squeezed me a little tighter, squeezing more warm fuzzy feelings into me.

"God I love you." His voice almost croaked but neither of us cared. The whole time he kept his eyes shut. He wanted to be here even more than I did, if that was even possible. One of us had to go, but neither of us wanted to be the one to go.

The sheets underneath me were beginning to feel a little too hot and a little too sticky. I felt myself having to actually peel them away from my skin. It was then when I remembered I only had my bra on and nothing else, unless you counted the diamond ring on my finger. My eyes were tempted to creep downwards again, but I kept them on the wardrobe ahead. The warm feelings began to get hot. Too hot. I felt it all rush to my face. It was beginning to get a bit much.

"Mike?"

"Hm?"

Still he didn't move or open his eyes. I wondered should I pull away first or ask him? Slowly, I pressed my hand against his chest and gave him a timid little nudge.

"I think I'm gonna go have a shower."

I lay there. He didn't respond. His grip around me didn't tighten but it didn't loosen either.

"Is that okay?"

He shifted a little. I felt his hand slide away from my shoulder and down behind him. I quickly darted my eyes towards the ceiling. He was peeling the sheets off of his skin and legs too. I was free to move but for some reason, I didn't feel free to move.

"Mike? I'm gonna have a shower."

"Yeah sure."

He flopped his hand over his stomach, that eight pack of his. Oh that eight back. He'd given me permission to leave but even with that, part of me still didn't want to leave him. I took up his hand and began rubbing my fingers between his. His fingers closed around mine in a tight grip, an affectionate one that wanted me to stay. It made me feel guilty even though it was just the two of us in this one room with no one around to bother us. Somehow, I managed to steer my left hand onto the pillow and push myself up into a sitting position. As I pushed myself up, I felt his grip on my hand tighten a little.

"I'll be in the kitchen afterwards."

I reached out with my left hand and brushed some of the dark hair away from his eyes so I could lean over him and press my lips on his forehead. As soon as I planted that kiss, I felt his fingers on my other hand slip away. It made my heart pound a little harder than usual, a feeling of guilty relief.

I was free. I raised my legs, letting the white sheets peel off as I slid my feet over and lowered them onto the red rug underneath my feet. As I planted my toes down on it, the sort furry strands of it immediately soothed me. As I stood up, I flicked a glance behind me. He had fallen back asleep.

Why was it that I felt so shy all of a sudden? I mean this wasn't like a total stranger or a campmate that I was spending a couple of weeks with. This was my newly wed husband who I had been together with for two years, competed on a gameshow with me, saved me so many times, had sex with me last night and had been through so much to be here with me.

I reached out for my beach dress from last night and stepped back into it. It was only going to stay on for a while. From what I remembered last night, we had left our suitcases in the kitchen in front of the door. I took my time leaving the bedroom, running my toes through the smooth soft strands of red carpet. I had to look back at my husband one last time before completely leaving the bedroom. He had dozed off again, in his own little dream world. And how could anyone blame him?

Stepping into the open room with the open windows, the bright orange walls, the coloured flowers the beaming sun on a shimmering ocean and powdered white sand out the windows all took me by surprise. I had stepped into this room before, but not in daylight. The blazing heat of the sun brought the whole room to life and stopped me where I was. I breathed in a fresh scent of warm salt and sweet flowers. Outside the windows ahead, the rush of white waves were just begging me to run out to them and dive in. They almost convinced me to surrender myself to the crystal blue waters and bathe in them instead.

My suitcase was obviously the bigger one. As I headed over to the door to pull our suitcases in, I had to roll my eyes to myself now knowing that I had brought way too many clothes. There were some outfits in my case that I had specifically bought just for this honeymoon. It made me wonder how many dresses I could go through over the course of a week. Some of them could work nicely back at home, but home hardly mattered at the moment.

I unzipped my suitcase and fished out what I was looking for: a rose coloured silk bathrobe, one of the little garments I had bought for this honeymoon and this honeymoon only. It was a little bit on the short side now that I looked at it. It made me bite my lip at how ridiculously excited I had been to buy everything in the shops that seemed romantic to me. Shaking my head to myself, I decided I might as well drag these two cases down to the bedroom to save Mike the trouble.

They were heavy enough but I had the strength to carry them down the golden brown corridor and drop them outside. As I dropped them, I snuck a peek inside the bedroom again. Mike had rolled over onto his other side, facing towards me. The sheets had been tossed around so much and had somehow found a way to cover him up where it mattered most. Even though I kept on having to remind myself that I had seen . . . it before and let him put it inside me, I still felt oddly relieved that the sheets were covering it up. It made me feel less nosey, even though I was just checking up on him. I didn't know why I was so anxious to keep checking on him either. He was just sleeping there, going nowhere. He knew where I was. I wasn't going anywhere. Not without him.

Maybe that was it. Maybe everything was just so romantic and perfect that something in me kept waiting for something horrible to happen, like Chris appearing to blow up our hut or Mike would suddenly wake up and shift into a completely new personality altogether even though I knew perfectly well he had overcome his disorder.

He had completely overcome it right?

He had to. We wouldn't be in this beautiful hut otherwise. That got me to leave him be and turn around to the door opposite me. It had to be the bathroom. I stepped over it and gave the door a little tap, encouraging it to open up by itself to reveal another hot summer room. The bathroom was covered in brown and golden orange tiles made white by the sun that was trying to beam its way through another large window. The bathroom had two golden brown sinks on either side of it with crisp little white towels hanging on the sides folded neatly enough to make me feel welcome. Little white shelves offered flower scented shower gels and soaps especially for us. I strolled inside, gently pushing the door shut behind me and reached up to take a plastic bottle with pink liquid in it. It was then when I noticed that the window wasn't really as much a window at it was an open door, one of those doors that acted as wooden blinds when you closed it. I almost wanted to reassure the beach that I would see it soon as I closed it and hung up my bathrobe on it.

I was on my own now, left to my own devices. I had two options: step into the shower in the corner behind me or step into the large round white bath tub in front of me, large enough for two people. It was gleaming white, almost begging me to step in like the sea and the sand outside. I couldn't help but smirk. I'd save it for later tonight when both Mike and I were awake.

I sighed to myself as I let my dress drop off and flop onto the floor underneath me. With that, I was finally able to unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground with it. It was a feeling I was almost too familiar with, simply taking my bra off but something about taking it off here felt all the more satisfying. I felt free.

As I stepped in the shower, I could tell that it was going to be a good one. Something about this little hut made little things like changing clothes and taking a shower all the more special. Why we hadn't spent the good part of our million dollars on a little house like this? Well maybe, I thought as I turned on the water, we could spend it on a holiday home to visit regularly. Yes, that would be a nice idea. We hadn't brought that much with our money. We would definitely have enough to buy a house like this.

I shut my eyes and thrust my head back, letting the cool water wash away any doubts I could possibly have. Squeezing the shower gel onto my hand I started rubbing the summer berry scent all over my body, letting the water wash it out, run through my hair. Absolute bliss.

As I squeezed more shower gel onto my hand and began rubbing it on my stomach, a little thought suddenly crossed my mind. How long had it been since my last-? I looked over at the shelves over the sink. Were there any . . . ? No. I shook my head quickly and let the shower water wash away those little thoughts. I had heard before that some couples could have sex without any precautions whatsoever and completely get away with it if they got the timing right. I wouldn't have started it last night if I hadn't felt it was the right time. I rubbed the pink shower gel over my stomach, over my whole body and exposed it to the shower water so it could rinse it all away down the drain. I'd be fine.

I stood there a while, letting the shower do all the work for me, only moving once in a while to rub my hands over my face, brushing down my hair to expose it more to the cool water. I could feel my makeup from last night trickling off, down my body and down the drain again, but I didn't mind. It almost felt like the rushing waters were shaping me into a new person. I let my head drop down and rubbed my hands together. The diamond ring on my finger slid around. I suddenly opened my eyes and quickly turned off the water. It was still there on my finger, not dangerously close to slipping off but I felt a sigh of relief that it had crossed my mind only now. It reminded me that as sweet and perfect this new marriage was, I would still have some responsibility about me.

I stepped out the shower and reached out for one of the snow white towels waiting for me on the sink. As I began to dry myself off, I heard the sheets over in the bedroom crumbling and the bed creaking. Mike was getting up. I rubbed the towel through my hair and reached over to put my bathrobe on. As I folded it over, it was just as I had expected- it was on the short side. But it still covered me up enough. It made me smile a little at just how paranoid I was being, paranoid over these silly little things. I bent down to pick up my dress and bra and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was still damp and my makeup had run off completely. Not that I minded- Mike had seen me plenty of times without my makeup and still found a way to dish out the compliments about how beautiful I looked. But something about my reflection made me stop where I was. Nothing had changed about me since last time I had looked in a mirror. My hair was still that luminous red colour, my skin was still nice and smooth, no spots (thank God). And I was especially grateful to see that I hadn't put on any weight. What was it then about my reflection that had caught my attention? Was it that my face had matured that little bit? I just didn't look like a teenager anymore, even though I looked exactly the same. Even then, I didn't feel like a teenager. I felt like a newly formed woman.

The door next to me suddenly opened, making me yelp. Before I could even jump, Mike caught my by the waist in both hands and pulled me towards him.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you." He brought his hands to my face to squeeze in the reassurement that it was just him. He was wearing a newly bought bathrobe too, a black one that complimented mine perfectly. That was just like my husband to buy outfits that complimented mine in a way to convince everyone that we were the perfect couple and we couldn't get any better than this.

"Sorry," I chuckled back, reaching up with my hands to rub his shoulders. "I'm just being silly. I should really be in the kitchen."

He chuckle back, a weak little chuckle. It made me lower my eyebrows a little.

"Are you alri-" Before I could finish, he shushed me off, bringing a tender finger to my lips. I stared it for a moment then looked up at him. There was definitely something on his mind but it was something that he didn't want to tell me just yet. I took his long finger and gave it a quick kiss before pulling him down and giving him the same quick peck on the lips.

"So what are we gonna do today?" I asked as I pulled away slowly. He responded with another little chuckle before kissing me right back.

"Well it's just the two of us . . . I guess we can do what we like."

I giggled and kissed him again. "I guess you're right." It made us both chuckle, properly this time. It allowed me to slowly pull away and leave him in the bathroom to have his shower.

"Zoey, watch-"

I had noticed that the bathroom door was a little bit on the short side for someone tall like Mike but he had to remind me to duck anyway. I sighed a little, not sure whether to feel amused, touched or irritated as I spun around on the tiles to turn and face him.

"Aren't you just my hero?"

He responded with a shrug playful enough to match my teasing tone. "Just doing what I can to keep my favourite girl happy."

I raised my eyes to the hut ceiling with another sigh, an exaggerated one. "You always have to go out of your way, don't you?"

He laughed as if he knew that he could get a bit much for himself too. Shaking my head to myself, I made my way down to the kitchen with a ridiculously amused little grin on my face. I didn't even know why I was going to the kitchen. We hadn't bought any food yet. I didn't know why I was expecting food to be inside. But the optimistic romantic part of me remained hopeful. I licked my lips in anticipation as I reached the fridge and heaved open the door.

"YES!"

Someone had been kind enough to leave a jug of orange juice which I could tell had been freshly squeezed just for us. Beside that was a large bowl of colourful fruits: bananas, kiwis, a couple of shiny red apples and one large pineapple. I could feel my smile stretching out to my cheeks as I reached out to take the jug handle in one hand and an apple in the other. Immediately I brought it to my mouth to take a bite. It was sweet and juicy just like any other apple but it had that perfect crunch to it, the crunch that immediately left a person satisfied with each bite. I let out a blissful little groan as I crunched away the first juicy mouthful. Oh how I loved fruit.

I suddenly noticed how the counter in front of me had little shelves with wine glasses provided and immediately put the jug down so I could bent down and take one. I knew that orange juice didn't necessarily go in a tall fancy wine glass but there was no one here to scold me for being silly or lazy. This whole honeymoon was the best treat ever. I could do what I liked and no one would snap at me for it. It made me feel like a wonderful little rebel as I filled the whole wine glass up with orange juice and took a sip. Ahhh, it tasted better than ever.

With a chilled light perfect little breakfast in both hands, I just had to hurry over to the front door and open it up so I could step outside into the sunlight. Oh that sun. I hadn't felt heat this good since I'd first begun Total Drama. I still couldn't believe I could stand out here on this paradise island completely undisturbed with only my husband to provide me with all the company I needed. It almost made me feel spoiled, like everything was too perfect. But since when was there such thing as too perfect?

As I walked down the dock and onto the silk white sand, the warmth of it underneath my feet nearly made it jump. But a quick sip of cool orange juice was enough to calm me down and really let my feet sink into the hot powdery feel of it. I kicked my right foot through it and the sand flickered everywhere, picking up the golden sunlight, shimmering like glitter. I watched it fade away into the distance and stepped out a little more. The sun was beaming down on my face like it wanted me to be in its own little spotlight but the waves in the distance seemed to be offering their own little gusts of fresh air to keep me cool. Another bite of the apple kept me just the right level of perfectly hot. Everything nice and perfect.

Even though I was outside, my right ear still picked up the sound of rushing water in the distance suddenly stop. Hearing it spread a grin across my face. Mike was gonna dry off and then he would make sure that I was all his for the day. I couldn't wait.

I was just halfway through the orange juice and decided I might as well finish it off before I spilled anything. I tipped it all down my throat and felt a blast of cold rush throughout my body, making my shiver. But in a good way. That sort of cold you need to stop yourself from overheating. Just perfect.

My two ears suddenly picked up the sound of crashing coming from the bathroom, immediately followed by an "OW!". This time I jumped. The wine glass almost slipped out my hand but I just saved it, keeping it dangling over my fingers.

"Mike?"

I didn't hear him respond. It send a chill down my spine, one that made me stiffen in fear.

"Mike!"

When he still didn't respond, I had to snap and run inside into the kitchen and over to the bathroom when I remembered I still had my hands full. As I whipped back around to put the apple and wine glass down on the nearby counter, I heard him blurt out a frustrated "Shit!"

Oh God. He only curses like that when something's really wrong. I clutched onto my bathrobe to keep it from slipping open as I ran as quickly and as cautiously as I could over to the bathroom. He was leaning over the bathtub, clinging onto the rim of it with one hand like he wanted to tear it off, clutching onto his forehead with the other. His eyes were scrunched up, his teeth gritted in pain.

"Mike!" I immediately bent down, trying to grab him somewhere to try and help him up. He was holding onto the bathtub so tight that I couldn't take his arm or anything. It was then when I tried to take his arm when I realized he was shaking. Gasping desperately for breath even though he had taken a shower and not a bath. I brought my hand to his forehead. It was too cold even for a cool shower.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't respond. He just made a painful little groan, bringing his shaky hand from his forehead to the bathtub as well. It was almost as if he was clinging on for life.

"Mike!" My voice cracked and I didn't know why. I tried to force my arm under his so I could pull him up somehow. I knew I was well able to carry him when I had to but he had somehow managed to glue himself to that bathtub. "Get up!"

He finally stopped. He took in one last deep breath before completely relaxing. I waited for him to do something, say something. He brought his hand to his head again and opened his eye where he hadn't hit his head. The other one stayed shut tight.

"Mike, please get up!" I went to take his arm again but he shoved it away, harsh enough that I backed away. He finally brought his hand away and slowly climbed to his feet. Something about the way he stood up . . . It looked delicate. Too shaky for him. He rubbed his backside. His eye remained shut tight.

Wait. I stiffened on the spot. No. He couldn't. Please no.

I clasped my hands over my mouth, almost afraid to hear what he would do or say next. He was just hurt. He clearly hit his head off the door frame over him and hit his back or something when he fell. The shock of it just put him in a bad mood. There's no way-

"You darn kids can't build nothin' right these days? You're gonna get an auld one killed!"

No. I know that voice. That cranky crabby old man voice. His open eye glared at me as he stomped slowly out, rubbing his back with each stiff rigid little step.

I can feel the cold shock of it all running to my throat. The disbelief is coming to me all in a cold sweat. I really thought . . . He's playing with me, right? There's no way. It has to be a joke. He's told me so many times he's gotten over it. He just misses them.

I shook my head and tried to force my lips into a cold smile. I gingerly followed him, having to drag my feet along more that he did. He was heading for the kitchen. He just needed a good breakfast.

"What do you want for breakfast, Mike?"

He paused there. And then he looked right back at me with that one angry eye, the puckered up irritable lips. My hand quickly grabbed my bathrobe and brought it over my chest for some reason.

"And you youngsters complain that we can't remember the names! My name's Chester!"

With that, he turned back around and began strolling over to the fridge, murmuring something to himself, leaving me standing alone in the corridor. The horror was boiling in my throat to form one hard lump that would not be swallowed down. I felt my legs underneath me begin to tremble with it all. I was about to collapse over like my husband before me.

"Mike . . ."

"My name's Chester!"

I had to bring my hand over to my mouth to keep myself from breaking down in front of him. I made a dive for the bed we had slept together on last night, landing on the soft crumpled sheets just as my legs gave way. The bed creaked with me as I grabbed the nearest pillow and buried my face into it. And I let it all out in one uncontrollable sob. A sob that washed out the luscious smells around me and screamed over the crashing waves. The hut was filled with my sobbing and angry muttering in the background that neither of us could control.

And there we go. Just as everything was going so well . . . poor poor Mike and Zoey.

Yeah, that was quite a short one, but this is the chapter that should get the story going so if we can get some good reviews out there, I might be able to keep this one going once I get my exams finished next week.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed it.

See you guys soon.