Virgin Islands, UK

Selia Rosenst Yashnid was sitting in her swimsuit on the beach, lying down and staring at the sky. It was perfect, clear orange-y blue, since the sun was going down, with only one little cloud drifting around. She was right outside their little cabana, the one she had rented for her and her new husband, and she was perfectly delighted with the honeymooning spot. They had only just gotten there, though-- the time change and everything meant the sun was just going down there in the Virgin Islands, and the flight had taken forever. It was beautiful, the food was great, and the water was the perfect temperature. The bed was soft and comfortable, and very springy. Not that she had tried it out yet, properly. It seemed apparent Jake had never heard of a honeymoon before. Selia didn't mind that much, all the more time to enjoy the margaritas, birds of paradise, and all of the other tropical stuff around there. So, she sat there in the sand on her towel, staring at the sunset.

[[THERES NO TIME CHANGE IF IT'S IN THE UK DUMBASS]]

"Wow, so happy to be here finally! Isn't it pretty?"

[[NO DUMBASS IT'S IN THE CARIBBEAN THE UK JUST OWNS IT]]

"Yeah, it's gorgeous!" Selia said, still staring at the ocean. "I love the sunset!"

[[WELL THEN DON'T SAY, UK. SAY CARIBBEANS. B| IT MAY BE OWNED BY UK IT'S NOT /IN/ THE UK.]]

"Me too. It's really warm, too." Jake was sweating.

[Alright, you're right. I was being technical, there.]

"Well, that's perfect for a honeymoon, isn't it? They're supposed to be in tropical places!"

[['u']]


"Not always, but it's nice like this. Wow, I'm so happy to be here with you!" he took her hands in his and hugged her. He was wearing his new right.

"I feel the same way! Hey, when we get back.." She took a deep breath. "Where do you want to live? Together, or still separate?"

He stared at her. "We're married, Selia. We're living together."

"Well, good! Because, I just thought you might still want to live by yourself, and.. Good!"

"I would never want to live by myself! Selia, I love you!" He hugged her again, and sighed. "We should go have dinner."

[... they do?]

"Dinner sounds fantastic. But I'm not that hungry.. Oh well, let's go have dinner."


[Yeah, they're over in the Caribbean.]

Eventually, they had finished dinner and went back to their cabana. Selia came out of the bathroom all changed into her (bridal) lingerie. This was even more awkward than the first time. How were they supposed to sleep in the same bed for the rest of eternity?! How was she supposed to have babies if she felt awkward being in the same room as him with this ridiculous outfit on? Maybe she should just hide under the bedsheets, like the first time. No, she shouldn't be a chicken. Geez, honeymoons are worse than weddings, she thought. But, nonetheless, she stood there.

He was getting changed, and looked at her. "Ready to make the bed rock?"

"Not really.." She mumbled, going over and getting under the covers. "Yeah. Of course."

"SELIA!" he yelled and dived into the big poofy and comfortable bed. He army-crawled to be up close to her, and cupped his hand around his mouth and her ear, and whispered, "We're married!"

Selia giggled. "We are! We're married, we're married, we're married!" She sang, grinning. "And, if we're married, why shouldn't we have kids?! Let's have kids! Lots of little French-Asian babies! We're financially stable."