It was a Saturday when they first woke up as man and wife.

When Jack awakened from his deep and dreamless sleep, he found himself in an unfamiliar space. The room was wide with wooden furniture arranged neatly in places. The bed was thrice as large as his old one, and a colorful quilt lay on top of him. It took him a moment before he remembered that he was at Scotland. For his three-day honeymoon. After his wedding yesterday.

Jack had not the slightest idea how tiresome a wedding could be. His muscles still ached in fatigue at the memory. Looking back, the following seven months after he proposed to Merida were reduced to a blur for him. They had wanted a small wedding, but when Fergus found out, he was adamant about giving his only daughter the grandest wedding both Scotland and America had ever seen. The young couple tried to reason with Merida's father, but he still refused to listen. It was only when Elinor stepped in and told him the impossibility of his plan that he agreed to have a grand enough wedding instead. It was as far as he would go, so Jack and Merida had no choice but to agree.

Jack was still in a state of disbelief. He was married. He was finally married to the woman he loved. He knew that Merida had qualms about marriage and waited five years before he had the courage to propose. To his surprise, she said yes without a moment's hesitation. With his heart overflowing with joy, he still wondered if everything had been just a dream. But the silver band sat snugly on his finger, smiling up at him in reassurance. And when Jack looked down beside him, there she lay with her head nestled on his chest. Merida's mouth hung open slightly, soft snores escaping at intervals. Her red mane was wrapped around her messily, as often as it did when she was awake. He chuckled softly at the sight of her. She did not look in the least bit attractive; but to him, she was the most beautiful of all because everything about her was real.

Soon enough, Merida stirred and her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was Jack's face hovering just inches above her. His brown eyes were warm and loving and she knew she would never tire of seeing them every morning.

"What are you staring at?" she asked sleepily but with a hint of mock-annoyance.

"Only at the most beautiful princess I have ever seen. You give Sleeping Beauty a run for her money," Jack answered with a grin.

"Such a flatterer, you are. I don't know why I ever agreed to marry you," Merida said, turning to her other side so that her back was now facing Jack.

"Is it because I'm handsome?" Jack said teasingly as he sat up. "Or maybe it's because I'm quite an accomplished lawyer? But then again, so are you. In fact, you're even better than me. Hmm…let me think. Perhaps it has something to do with my charm? I am quite the persuader, so they say. Or maybe it was for my body?"

With that, Jack slumped back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around Merida's waist, matching the arch of her curved body.

"Dream on, Overland!" Merida exclaimed, elbowing him softly in the chest.

"Or let me take a wild guess. You married me because you love me, didn't you, Overland?" he whispered in her ear to which Merida answered by turning her head and placing a tender kiss on her husband's mouth.

"All of the above," she murmured when they parted, her warm breath tickling Jack's lips. He smiled and said, "I knew it," before kissing her once more.

Merida settled on Jack's chest again, his arms enveloping her in a warm embrace. He took in the scent of her hair which smelled of apples.

"Good morning, my wife."