wedding

Laying face to face, legs intertwined, his hands roam her body.

They've been married two days and it's been the best two days of their lives. Finally, they are living this reality that they couldn't even fathom in their wildest dreams.

They're just coming down from their high, cuddled together and smiling in silence, just enjoying each other. There are so many things she always dreamed of when it came to them, but the feeling of just being, just simply existing next to him, skin on skin, is something she would never truly be able to dream up because the feeling is surreal.

And now he's her husband. It really is, surreal.

The more she thinks about it the more she realizes something.

"I don't want a second wedding," she whispers, smiling and tracing the lines near his eyes as his brows jump up in surprise.

"What?" He's surprised, truly.

"I just—" She starts, propping herself on her elbow, head in her hand. She traces the contours of his face and then drops her hand to his chest, and continues. "I just, I don't need a second wedding. We can have one if you want, but I don't need it. I never dreamed of a big wedding with a white gown I just dreamed of the marriage and the life afterwards, and I have that. I have you. I don't need to proclaim it in front of everyone. Frankly, honey, no one will be surprised. We've been married for years."

"Are you sure?" He says quietly. He doesn't care, he just wants her to have everything she wants. So he has to check.

"I'm sure, Harvey," she answers smiling, and he knows she is. "I have you, I don't need another expensive party."

"I love you," He says pulling her underneath him and pressing a kiss to her lips.