"Perry."

"Hmm."

"You're staring again," Della smiled.

"I know it," Perry did not move his head, which was resting on his folded hands, his elbows propped up on the breakfast table.

"Why are you staring at me?" asked his wife.

"Because I am afraid that if I look away, it will all go away."

"What will?"

"You will, and our marriage."

Della Street had married the attorney Perry Mason the previous afternoon. After the small ceremony and simple party, the couple had back to Perry's apartment, where they were taking residence. It is none of my business what happened on their wedding night, nor is it yours, nor is it anybody's business, except theirs. I will not being going in to any of that here. Regardless, the wedding night passed and the morning after followed. Della made breakfast, and they ate. Della carried on small talk, but Perry could not take his eyes off of her.

Della stood to clear their breakfast dishes. She stopped to drop a kiss on Perry's temple. Perry caught her by the wrist and pulled her onto his lap.

She laughed as he pulled the plates from her hand and put them on the table. Della hooked her arms behind his neck and stared into his big blue eyes. She kissed him. Perry's mouth was very dry and he could feel butterflies in his chest.

"How did I get to be so lucky? I got the prettiest woman in the world to marry me!"

"I met the handsomest man that ever roamed the earth," she fixed the collar of his pajama shirt, "So I decided to make him my husband."

"Why?" he pulled her closer.

"I was tired of the last name Street and thought Mason might be an interesting change," her eyes sparkled at him.

Perry made a face and promptly dumped her on the floor.

"Oof! Perry!"

With a smile, Perry swooped her up in his arms.

"Mr. Mason loves Mrs. Mason."

"Mrs. Mason loves Mr. Mason more."

"Mr. Mason loves Mrs. Mason most."

"I refuse to argue with a lawyer."

"This is one argument you won't win."

That mischievous twinkle was back in Della's eyes, "Never say never!"

And Perry threw her, gently, onto the nearby sofa.

Please excuse me while I go find a bucket. It makes me sick to read this story, and I wrote it! Reviews are always always always appreciated!