I fiddle with the platinum ring adorning my finger. Wow. I snuggle up to my...husband. He puts his arm around me and grins down at me,

"Can you believe it?"

"Hell no," I reply vehemently, we sit in a contented silence, "Will stuff change?"

"I doubt it. I think we're always going to be two loser eighteen year olds,"

"Probably," I grin and reach up to kiss him. As my lips touch his,

"Flight BA170 to..." Taylor pulls back and clamps his hands down on my ears and hums loudly. This whole mystery honeymoon is just not working out. I think everyone sitting around us thinks he's insane. When he's sure that they've said everything that may give away our destination he removes his hands and kisses me gently. I love him. I lean against him and he puts his arm around me. We're waiting for our flight - it's international. I think back on our day. I woke up with just a calm, serene feeling in my stomach. My mother, however, just ran in. She was completely frantic, listing things we had to do. I on the other hand just went along with the flow. I went to the hairdressers and got my hair done, make up done and then into my dress and off to church. I remember walking in, holding Mr Hanson's arm (my father-in-law) and seeing Taylor standing there at the altar.

I knew at that moment that everything would be okay. We'd known each other for so long...now it was just a ring and a contract that was binding us rather than just an agreement. The funny thing is it's not like anything would really change. We would just have to move in together but it wasn't like we weren't already spending twenty-four hours at each other's apartments. Since we'd gotten together we'd never really fought, just minor quarrels that had led to fantastic make up sex. And I was walking down the aisle in an off-white wedding dress (white was just sacrilege) and joining Taylor's hand in marriage. I smile to myself. The church was filled to the brim, we both had a huge families and the whole wedding had cost an arm and a leg.

"Did I tell you that you looked absolutely amazing today," Taylor murmurs into my ear,

"Tell me again," I laugh,

"You looked absolutely amazing," "You looked fantastic yourself," I tell him. He really did. His black suit complete with waistcoat looked absolutely heavenly on him. Black always looks great on blondes.

"And have I told you enough how much I love you?"

"You've told me about thirty times today. Thirty one would be a record,"

"I love you,"

"I love you more,"

"I can't believe you just said that,"

"Neither can I...how sick and corny is it,"

"Yeah...but I love you more," he states and kisses me.

"I can't believe today went off without a hitch,"

"I know! I thought something was going to go wrong with the little bridesmaids,"

"I didn't know how well they were going to hold up..." Taylor smirks.

"I thought they were going to start whining in church,"

"And your mom, and mine of course, were just adorable weren't they?"

"I thought your mom was going to start convulsing in the front pew,"

"What about yours? She's lost her little girl..." Taylor laughs. I stare up at him and smile,

"We were so meant to be together,"

"Can you believe it took us so long to realise it?"

"Took you so long to realise it. I'd known it for years,"

"Why didn't you say something then?" Taylor asks as he nudges my stomach, knowing full well how ticklish I am there,

"Like what? Taylor baby, I have a crush on you,"

"Exactly,"

"Well if you say that you liked me for ages, even before I started going out with Asher, why didn't you say something?"

"Well, you're you. You would have laughed at me,"

"That's such an excuse, cause you know I wouldn't have," I look back at him,

"Yeah, I know. I was just a wimp,"

"But a hot wimp, so it doesn't matter," I state and lean up and run my tongue along his lips, "I bought some sexy underwear for our honeymoon," I murmur as I nip at his bottom lip lightly. I've refused to sleep with him since he proposed just so that we could build towards our honeymoon,

"Oh yeah, what colours?"

"Mostly sheer black and sheer nude," I breathe, wanting to do him there and then. He groans softly and lets his tongue glide along mine. His hand travels down to my waistband and rests lightly underneath my shirt on my stomach,

"I'm already envisioning you and it's probably best I stop right now," he whispers huskily into my ear,

"Stop? Don't do that baby...what am I doing to you?" I run my fingers lightly up and down his thigh,

"You start with that," he glances down at my fingers and then at my mouth,

"Really? Do you want to elucidate?"

"It's best I don't," he states gruffly,

"We're not going to sleep are we?"

"I hope not," he stares at me meaningfully and buries his face in the crook of my neck. I feel his tongue run down my skin,

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Flight BA170 to Kenya is now boarding," Taylor stands up. I look at him, Kenya's a funny place for a honeymoon. He notices me staring at him,

"We have a connecting flight from Kenya," he explains,

"To where?"

"Wait and see..." he smiles. Waiting for a surprise is not my forté. I stand, take my on board case and walk with him to take our seats. He wraps his arm around my waist. I love him.