As Long as We're Together, Does it Matter Where We Go?

One of his hand is full with a glass of fine champagne and the tip of the other is loosely skimming over hot water. The rest of his body but his head and neck is fully plunged into the tub, relaxing in the warmth.

The sent of the flower petals floating all around him is tickling his nostrils and if he opens his eyes, his gaze will fall directly onto his wife, spread out in the water the same way as he is; she's wearing that red bathing suit he loves to see on her so much. Their occasional contented sighs are the only audible sound inside the otherwise quiet and empty room.

It's not Paris and sipping cocktails with a view on the Eiffel Tower, or walking hand-in-hand with Amy alongside streets where Jason Bourne drove a car, but as they're chilling out together in a hot tub, Jake is starting to think this fancy hotel off-state they're staying at for the week is the best honeymoon destination ever.

First, they weren't completely exhausted from jetlag when they got there and thus could make the most of their first evening of vacation with even fancier restaurants and trying out the enormous – and so comfy as well – bed in their room. And now they get to relax in a tub so huge too they could easily add in a third person if they wanted to – not that they do.

They're happy as they are. Alone. Far from their daily lives and obligations.

So truly, Jake wouldn't have it any other way. He teased her when she told him that but the truth is, Amy was right (as she often is) – no matter where they are, as long as they're spending time together, it is like a honeymoon. Good thing he's going to spend the rest of his life by her side then. This is only the beginning of their time together and he's so excited to see where this story of theirs will take them next.

But right now and for the next few days there's only one thing he should focus on: relaxing. With his wife.

"What're you thinking about?" Her voice takes him out of his reverie – she's been watching him for a few moments, smiling fondly as she witnessed how his own lips curled up into a similar expression with his eyes closed and his mind wandering about her and how happy he his to be here with her. He opens them to meet her gaze – as soon as he lays his eyes on her, his smile turns into a full grin.

Amy moves to reach his side before he can say anything, making the water move along with her in waves. Jake welcomes her into his embrace, putting his drink aside on a table nearby when she passes a leg over his body and makes herself comfortable on his lap. She smiles as she brings her hands around his neck, a few droplets of hot water falling on the back of it – the touch makes him shiver.

He lets his own arms slide along her sides only to stop at her waist and hook his hands there. Absentmindedly, he starts drawing random patterns with his thumbs over her skin, pulling her closer to his chest as he does so. He pecks her lips, then finally answers.

"I know this is not our dream destination…" Jake pauses for a split second and stares right into Amy's eyes. "But I'm starting to really like this place."

It makes her chuckle, something heartfelt that manages to light up the whole room with the sound of it. She leans over to kiss him with more fierce and passion than their previous exchange – Jake can actually feel Amy's grin against his mouth. She's still beaming when they part, watching him with her eyes sparkling with love and happiness. She could easily tease him as a response but instead chooses to tell the simple truth.

"Me too."

It's not Paris and visiting museums and other monuments, or romantic strolls hand-in-hand with Jake at night in the City of Love, but as she settles further into her husband's embrace and they let the hot water softly hitting against their entangled bodies lull them, Amy is absolutely certain this is the best honeymoon destination ever – anywhere as long as it's by his side.