A new story from me guys. This story takes place in Europe. Please note before you read this that things may not be accurate like the parents of Chris will be added into my story. Also, this is a Chris/Jill Romance.

For 3 weeks the house was silent. Not even a creek of the brownish floorboards. That was only until there were giggles at the front door and then a click of the door lock. In came a giggling Jill Valentine with a stumbling Chris Redfield following behind. Jill stopped at the living room door and turned to face Chris. He was carrying all of their cases. 2 of them were Jill's and only 1 was his. They were away on their honeymoon. Chris had proposed to her in front of everyone at a dance the local police station had on. After taking Umbrella out Chris had reformed a new S.T.A.R.S Team. Jill was his second in command.

"Struggling?" laughed Jill watching him try to drag the cases in.

"No, I'm managing very well," said Chris sarcastically.

"Great! I'll leave you to it then. I'm going for a shower, just take the cases up to the room and close the front door behind you" said Jill as she headed upstairs with a smirk. She knew fine well Chris was being sarcastic. However, she just loved annoying him.

"Jill wait…" It was too late; she'd already disappeared upstairs. Chris sighed very loudly as he continued to drag the black cases into the house. It was really cold outside. He wanted to get the cases in and door shut as soon as possible. After 10 minuets he managed to get the cases in and the door closed. He heard Jill turn the shower on and wished so much he could be up their with her. 'The sooner I get this done the quicker I can join her'. With that thought on his mind Chris decided to tackle the stairs. Once again he started staggering with the cases trying to get up the stairs. Slowly he put his foot on a step and continued to do so. He eventually got halfway. 'good' he thought. As he lifted his foot up onto the next stair he all of a sudden lost balance and ended up back at the bottom.

"Shit!" yelled Chris causing Jill to come running out of the bathroom. Jill stood at the top of the stairs wrapped in a towel.

"Chris hun, what did you do now?" Jill asked watching him run his head.

"I tried to get the cases up the stairs as you asked dear" replied Chris through gritted teeth.

"Chris, your such a dumbass. Why didn't you just take them up one at a time?" Jill said rolling her eyes.

"Oh… heh, I never thought of that," replied Chris with an embarrassed smirk. Jill smiled at his embarrassment.

"Get your ass up here. We'll get the cases in the morning"

Chris didn't have to be told twice. He moved fast and reached Jill within seconds. He took her into his arms and gave her a kiss. She walked backwards into their room, still in the arms of Chris. As they reached the bed Chris pulled Jill down on top of him. He then rolled over so he was on top. He gave her a kiss on the lips and then moved down to her neck. When he started to remove the towel she wore she stopped him.

"Not tonight" she said as she gently pushed him back and went to get changed. Chris sighed. Something was wrong. He just knew it. Things had been fine until the last week of their honeymoon. For some reason she wouldn't let him make love to her. She refused to talk about it. She just said she felt ill or she was too tired. She had been having a lot of mood swings as well.

Chris sighed and stripped down to his boxers as Jill entered the room. She climbed into bed and gave Chris a quick kiss.

"Night" she said as she turned off her bedside light and faced her back to Chris. Chris looked at her and sighed. Whatever it is going through her mind, he just hoped it wouldn't tare them apart. Giving another sigh Chris turned off his bedside light and lay on his side hugging Jill from behind.

"Night Jill" he said giving her a kiss on the neck. She was sound asleep. It didn't take Chris long before he also fell asleep. Once again, the house fell silent. Only the soft sound of Chris and Jill breathing.