"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun. And I say it's all right." Here Comes the Sun, the Beatles -Dasey-

Here Comes the Sun, 4:17

He smiles down at the brunette in his arms. The sun would be up soon, and for once, Casey wouldn't have to sneak back to her own room.

She stirs. "Derek?"

"Yeah?" he asks, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.

She turns to look at the wax dripping down the candle on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Am I…"

"What, sunshine?" he asks, fingers playing idly with her hair. "Dreaming? Believable as that may seem, nope. This is real."

She yawns. "So we really did it, huh?"

"Sex or marriage? Cuz," he adds with a smirk, "one happened a while before the other."

She smacks his bare chest. "Der-ek."

He laughs and winks at his bride. "Watch the sunrise with me, beautiful."

Casey chuckles and stands. "At least put on a robe, Derek, or we'll be charged with public indecency."

Rolling his eyes, he pulls on boxers before draping his dress shirt from the night before over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she mutters, fingers fumbling to button it loosely.

He wraps his hand around hers and leads them out to the balcony overlooking the Mediterranean. "Awesome, isn't it?"

She nods, tucking her head beneath his chin. "This is wonderful. I can't believe your mom is paying for this. It must have cost a fortune."

"I think she feels bad, for missing out on so much of our lives. Ed's just salivating over the prospect of a new car."

Casey laughs. "He only brought it up, what, seven times, over dinner."

He chuckles, and she can feel the reverberations as he holds her close. "Subtle he's not. Neither is Lizzie."

"I know!" his wife and stepsister exclaims. "She must have nearly tipped over his crystal glass at least five times. I was so afraid she'd break it."

"I was kind of afraid for Edwin's shins."

She grins. "Me too." Happily, she sighs. "This is gorgeous. I can't believe we're having our honeymoon in Spain."

"I can't believe we even agreed to this. I mean," he looks off far into the distance dramatically, "it seems like only yesterday I was calling you Klutzilla."

"Derek, you did call me Klutzilla yesterday. More than once, if I recall."

He beams at her, and she can't help but laugh. "Jerk."

"Princess."

"That doesn't necessarily make you Prince Charming, you know," she retorts as pink rays of sunshine unfold over the clouds that seemed to stretch across the sky.

Derek chuckles. "This is a pretty good happily ever after, though."

"Yeah, it is."