A/N I made it work, 2 chapters, 2 days. This is the entire honeymoon :)
Previously:
"No, getting pregnant on our honeymoon would be perfect."
"It usually doesn't happen with the snap of your fingers, you know."
"I know, I don't care if it takes us one or one hundred nights."
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"So, I must say Greg, I love it that I just had to say I wanted to go to the Bahamas and you take care of the rest." Zoë smiled at him as they were watching the sea. They had just had a layover in Fort Lauderdale.
"It's easy, isn't it?"
"I love how blue the sea is."
"Just wait until you see where we're going to stay." He gently kissed her.
"I can't wait, but you won't tell me anything."
"I want to surprise you."
"I'm a cop, I generally like to be in control.."
"Which is why I want to surprise you." He smiled at her. "You did pack a bikini, right?" She glared at him.
"No, I'm going to the Bahamas but I don't bring my bikini.."
"Skinny dipping it is." He joked, she swatted his chest.
"You wish."
"We have just turned on the Fasten Seatbelt sigh. We are starting our descend to San Andros Airport."
…
They stepped outside and were welcomed by the nice temperature. They retrieved their bags and continued towards the exit, there was a man standing there with a sigh saying 'Mr & Mrs Parker'. Zoë smiled at Greg.
"Guess I'm Mrs Parker now."
"Guess so."
They walked towards the man, he took their bags and walked ahead of them to the car.
…
Zoë looked around as the man showed them to their 'Pool Cottage'. She walked around while Greg talked to the man. She walked around inside before going out on their private deck, it had a Jacuzzi on it and she was sure the beach access was to a private beach.
She was enjoying the beautiful view when two arms wrapped around her stomach and he kissed her neck.
"We can't do this here, my husband can get back anytime." Greg snickered.
"Good thing I'm your husband then."
"Owh, it's you." She smiled. "It's beautiful. So, you've got the honeymoon all planned out?"
"Not the whole thing. There's a bottle of chilled champagne and chilled alcohol-free champagne." Zoë smiled. "Tonight, there will be a candle light dinner for us right here on the veranda and some other things I've got up my sleeve."
"So how about that champagne?"
He took her hand and pulled her with him. He opened both bottles and gave her a glass of champagne before grabbing his own.
"To our honeymoon." He raised his glass.
"To us." She did the same, clinking their glasses before drinking some. "I noticed a private Jacuzzi." He smiled.
"How about we unpack, and then go in?"
"How about we leave the unpacking until later, and just grab our swimwear?" He nodded.
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"This will be beautiful at night." Zoë said looking towards the sea and sky, they were sitting in the Jacuzzi.
"I've been told the stars are breathtaking." Greg's phone buzzed, indicating he had a text.
They had both turned their phones off, and told their friends they would turn them on for one hour every day. So if something was wrong they could call between noon and 1 pm. It was now 12:30 pm.
"It's Ed, 'Hope your flight went okay. Have fun!'."
She smiled before grabbing his phone and throwing it on a chair. She then put both of their glasses on the floor next to the Jacuzzi.
"I read that honeymooners have sex an average of 2.28 times a day."
"A day?"
"Jep."
"I think we can do better than that." He pulled her atop of him.
"Definitely."
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"How about we walk down our private beach, watch the sunset? When we get back our table will be set." Zoë smiled at him before grabbing some shorts and putting it on over her bikini bottoms.
"Sounds like a plan."
They exited their cottage through the back door and walked directly onto the beach.
"You did good."
"Thank you. So you like our cottage?"
"Yeah, I love it. Did you like the wedding?"
"I did, was getting a little nervous when I heard Jules forgot your dress though."
"How do you think I felt?" He smiled at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"I'm just glad you didn't get cold feet."
"Yeah, me too. I must admit, I was really nervous. Your mom seemed to like it."
"She likes you, now she knows we're serious."
"You think marriage is serious enough for her." He snickered a little.
"Yeah. I think it is. She keeps asking me about grandkids, so I think she's good with it."
"Did you tell her that we're trying?"
"No, that's our business, right?" Zoë nodded.
"Good."
They continued walking for a little bit before Greg spoke up again.
"How about we turn back, I'm sure they have set the table by now." She nodded.
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"This food is great." Zoë took another bite. "And the stars, and the candle light.. You really are quite the romantic."
"I figured if your dress didn't have a budget, our honeymoon didn't have one either."
"You figured right." He took her hand from across the table.
"I love being married to you already."
"Just wait until the honeymoon-period is over and we start fighting." She squeezed his hand softly. "Any plans for tomorrow?"
"No, I do have something planned for the day after though."
"Okay, so what do you want to do? Sleep late and then chill on the beach, maybe a little swimming?"
"Sounds good, we can also go for a ride with transparent canoe's."
"That would be nice. I can't believe we have to leave here in a week and a half." Greg laughed.
"We just got here, I'm sure you'll be fed up with the peace and quiet by then."
"Probably. Can we learn how to dive?"
"Sure, they have a beautiful reef. They also have some James Bond props on the bottom of the ocean."
"You did your research."
"I figured you wanted both an active and relax honeymoon."
"You know me very well."
"I'm sure there's something I don't know."
"There sure is." She snickered.
"Tell me one thing."
"I can pole dance." He almost choked on his drink.
"Did you say pole dance?"
"Yeah, my friends and I were members to the same gym when I was 17. They gave pole dance classes, we were bored so we joined them."
"Wow, that is something I didn't know and I would like to see sometime."
"What about you?"
"Well, nothing as shocking as pole dancing."
"That would be a little creepy." She smiled at him.
"I know how to dive."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"When did you learn it?"
"With my ex-wife." Zoë nodded.
"Are you talking to each other again?"
"A little, concerning Dean mostly."
"I'm glad he had a good time at our wedding."
"Yeah, me to. I talked to him a little while we were waiting for your dress."
…
They slept in the next day and Greg had breakfast delivered, which they enjoyed in bed.
"So, swimming and canoeing?" He asked her.
"Sounds like a plan." She took another bite from her pancake.
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They were paddling in their canoes, the man at the reception had told them they could run into dolphins, but no sharks. Zoë checked with him, but dolphins weren't going to harm them. They were used to tourists swimming in those waters.
"What are you doing?" Zoë laughed at Greg as he was poking her canoe with his paddle, making hers wobble. "O my god, you're trying me make me fall." He smiled at her. "Oh no mister." She started poking with her paddle, but instead of poking the canoe she was poking him.
"Hey," He grabbed her arm.
"Let go." She laughed at him as he tried to pull her out of the canoe but dropped into the water himself instead. She was still waiting for him to surface again when he pushed her out of the canoe.
He put her paddle in her canoe, making sure they wouldn't lose it. She swam up behind him and pushed him underwater.
They messed around in the water for a little bit before climbing back into the canoes to return.
…
"Tired." Zoë laid down on the beach. Greg smiled before laying down next to her.
"Exhausted." She turned her head and smiled at him.
"Your fault, you wanted to have a water fight." Zoë grabbed his wrist to check the time. "We should go inside, turn on our phones and take a shower." He smiled at her. "It's already past 3, we would turn on our phones at noon." He nodded, got up and extended his hand for her.
…
They didn't have any messages or missed calls, they enjoyed dinner in one of the restaurants before returning to their cottage.
"So what did you have planned for tomorrow?"
"I'm not going to tell you."
"I hate you."
"You love me." He opened their front door and let her enter. "We are going to a cove tomorrow, for a picnic."
"Picnic, reminds me of something." She smiled at him as she passed him. "How about tv? See if something happened in the world."
"Or, we can take a bath or get into the Jacuzzi." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hmm, guess those oysters did help your libido." Zoë smiled at him. "Too bad I didn't have any of those."
"Like you need help with your libido."
"Are you saying I want you all day long?"
"No." He nuzzled the place in her neck he knew would make her fold. "I just think we can do better than the average 2.28 times a day."
"So far we have." He kissed her and walked her backwards to their bedroom.
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They spent the morning on the two-person hammock hanging on their veranda, Greg was reading a book while Zoë lay down half on top of him, enjoying his presence.
They then walked towards the cove they were going to picnic in. The basket was already there, ready for them to use. Greg spread the blanket before unpacking the basket.
"How did you think of this?"
"Honestly, it's with the honeymoon package." Zoë smiled.
"Aaah, of course it is!"
"Hey, it's my honeymoon to.." Zoë kissed him.
"I know."
…
The next few days were spend on the beach, in the Jacuzzi, in the sea and in bed. They had also gone diving three times, Zoë got certified, and they had an appointment for a Swedish massage in the spa in a few minutes.
They were allowed to go into the room so they could lay down on the tables. Zoë untied her robe and lied down on the table next to Greg's.
"Your half naked." Zoë turned her head so she could look at him.
"Yes, it's a massage.. Won't be much of a massage if I leave my bikini top on.."
"What if a guy massages you?"
"Are you jealous?" She smiled at him.
"No.."
"Liar." She laughed. "Tell you what, husband, when we go back to the cottage you can show me just how jealous you were."
"I'm not jealous."
"Of course you're not. I'm just saying, that if you were.." She was interrupted by knocking on the door before a man and woman walked in.
They both walked towards Zoë and Greg..
"My name is Steve, this is Jackie. We will be handling your massages today. Do either of you preference either of us."
"I actually prefer a man." Greg glared. "I do. When I go for massages at home I always ask for a guy."
"Zoë.." Steve and Jackie waited for them to make a decision.
"Greg, you don't have to be jealous."
"I'm not.."
"It's your first massage, most men prefer woman. Right?" She looked at Steve and Jackie for conformation. "Please?"
"Okay fine." Zoë smiled at him.
"So do you generally like if light or firm?" Steve asked Zoë as he was getting started.
…
"Did you like your massage?" Zoë asked him as they walked back to the cottage.
"Yeah, it was nice." He opened the door and let her in, pushing her against the wall the second he could. "Next time you take Jackie." Zoë smiled at him before kissing him.
"The jealousy thing? Very hot." He smiled at her before kissing her again.
…
The rest of their honeymoon was uneventful, they spent some time in the cottage but most of the time they were out on the veranda, in the hammock or on the beach.
They were excited to go home, but would miss the peace and quiet. Their lives would probably turn back to normal when they showed up for work in two days.
They took the car home and unpacked their bags again.
…
When they came into work the first day after their honeymoon, everyone of course asked how it was and wanted to see pictures. Zoë put on her uniform and walked towards the briefing room, knowing Greg would be doing paperwork.
"Hey, Sergeant Parker." Zoë smiled at him before sitting down.
"Hey, Constable Washburne" He looked up. "I mean, Parker." He pointed to her uniform that said 'Parker' where it once said 'Washburne'. "Either you are wearing the wrong uniform.." Zoë smiled. "Or you also changed your name at work."
"I'm pretty sure it's my uniform."
"Don't you think it'll be confusing, two Parkers?"
"We're on different teams, and you're a sergeant. Besides, I'm proud I'm a Parker." He smiled at her.
A/N Turns out my best friend who promised to help me with this didn't disappoint me –I think-, thank you my dear friend, Google.