EIGHTEEN

LIAM

The next morning, I woke up beside my beautiful wife who was still sleeping soundly. We both decided to turn our phones off completely last night, already knowing there would no doubt be tons of leaked photos and articles about us today, but those won't matter anymore. Not really anyway. Delilah is officially mine now and I am hers forever.

There's a soft knock at the door and I pry myself from my bride, throwing on a pair of sweatpants to see who it is. Room service is outside with hot plates of eggs and bacon, and bowls of fresh fruit and oatmeal. I thank the hotel staff and take the tray inside to wake up Dels with breakfast in bed. It's a little later than I expected, which doesn't leave much time before her photo shoot today.

I climb back onto the bed and nuzzle her awake. "Dels, they dropped off our breakfast. We need to eat and get going soon so you won't miss your photo shoot."

She grunts, rolling onto her back and leaving me with a very tempting view. She still loves t