The next morning, I woke up in Julian's embrace. The morning sunlight in Paris came through the gap in the curtains, illuminating his peaceful face as he slept. I smiled, observing every detail of his face. His firm jawline, his long eyelashes, his slightly parted lips. This man, with all his uniqueness, was my husband.I moved slowly, trying to slip out of his embrace without waking him, but Julian immediately opened his eyes."Good morning, my wife," he whispered with a hoarse voice from just waking up."Good morning, my husband," I replied, kissing his forehead."Did you sleep well?""I slept very well. Maybe because of the chocolate cake last night."Julian laughed. "I love seeing you happy."We spent the morning having breakfast in the room, then got ready to explore Paris. Julian took me to the Eiffel Tower, to the Louvre, to Notre-Dame Cathedral. We walked hand in hand along the Seine River, stopping at every small cafe to try croissants and coffee.I felt happy. Truly happy.B
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