Smiling to himself Jack Dawkins looped his arms around his wife's waist then pulled her unconcious body into his chest. She felt soft there, perfect and lovely as if fifteen years ago she had been perfectly crafted to just to tailor him. Long red hair bounced down her back in the same way it had on the day he had met her exactly three months ago to this date. Was she really his, he wondered? How was it possible that a common street rat who had spent half his life picking pockets was blessed with such a wonderful flawless woman. He would have never guessed that the little freckle faced girl who got her foot stuck in a hole in front of his cabin would become his wife.

But he sure was glad that she had.

He felt her shift her weight against him then let out a quiet moan. A smile crept up onto his face as he knit his hand into her hair waiting for her to finally gain consciousness.

"Good morning love." He whispered in her ear twirling a red strand around his middle finger like a ring of fire.

"Mmmmm..."

"Awake yet?"

She nodded, turning her head over her shoulder to grace him with eye contact. "Sort of..."

He laughed tipping her onto her side so she faced him fully. "You're cute you know that Mrs. Dawkins."

"You flatter me Mr. Dawkins."

"You bet I do."

"I love you."

And did he love her back. All his life Dodger "Jack" Dawkins had ran away from love. He had put on a tough face pretending that he could make it on his own, but she had changed that. Brianne O'Shannesy-Brianne Dawkins, had made him face love straight face. A year ago he would have never imagined that he would elope with the girl of his dreams approximately one night after beating the living stuffing out of her ex husband. But now the morning after their wedding he couldn't be more happy. She had changed him, in the best way possible.

He pulled his wife even closer letting his lips overlap hers. The kiss made his senses reel making him once again loose himself in her. He felt her grin under his lips then pull away.

"Now Mr. Dawkins as much as I would love to kiss you, the sun's coming out."

"I don't care..." He groaned once again making a failed grab for her waist. "Those stupid prison guards can do without me for my wedding night."

"That was last night."

"Still don't I deserve a honeymoon?"

"Not when you're sentenced to seven years hard labor."

He groaned again. He was tired of being tied down to this pathetic penal colonies and it's rules. There had been a day when he had roamed the streets of London without a thought or care in the world and then he had only been nine years old! He was a married man now and he was darn right tired of being treated like a child.

"When I get out of this place-"

She kissed him before he could finish his sentence then came to her feet beginning to slip into the lilac skirt she had worn last night. It was a shame she would have to wear it to work and get it all dirty, she had looked so beautiful at their wedding, with her hair all braided like a dutch girl and all dressed up just for him. Oh well she looked just as stunning in everything.

When she had gotten dressed she wound her hair into a tight conforming bun then slipped into her worn leather boots. She smiled at him again then padded over to the table where he had thrown his shirt. "It was nice of the authorities to give us our own cabin."

"If I had it my way do you know where we'd be living?" He puffed out his chest feeling himself swell with imaginary pride. "London. In a big house with five bedrooms and a garden. Three blocks away from Buckingham palace."

"By your Queen? no way."

"What's wrong with the Queen? Heard she's quite bonnie."

Her cheeks squished together with anger which brought another grin to his lips.

"Excuse me but your wife is the only bonnie woman in your life. And your monarch has been starving the Irish people for decades."

"Ah me girl the Queen's bonnie but your stunning."

She blushed. "You're a sweet talker Mr. Dawkins." She rolled the shirt into a ball letting her smile nearly touch her ears. She let the smile fall now then tossed the shirt towards his chest. "Now get dressed."

He did so grinning more than a Cheshire cat. He truly was a lucky man. The luckiest man alive.