Victoria cuddled contentedly against Victor's shoulder as they lay together in their own bed in their own little home built some miles from their parent's homes. This suited them both better than their filial piety would let them admit.
Victor read aloud from The Hound of the Baskervilles in his pleasant soothing voice that often lulled Victoria off to sleep, though not tonight. She snatched the book playfully from his hands.
"What is in your mind, darling?" Victor asked.
"Nothing... only that you must practice your vows." She kissed him on the nose and settled back cozily against the pillows.
Victor smiled, leaned over his wife and kissed her deeply. "With this hand I will cup..."
"Oh goodness, yes." Victoria giggled, snuffing the lamp.