Beach walks, swimming, dining out, breakfast in bed, making love at sunrise and sunset, and plenty of goodnight kisses filled our three days schedule since our arrival in Maldives. Jet skiing with my husband turns me into a reckless child, unafraid of anything. And I can't forget our first underwater kiss during scuba diving.

Everything we do turns precious, and my love for him is unmeasured.

Tired after a long day, I lie in bed while watching Liam frowning at whatever he's reading on his MacBook. I need no magic to discern that it's about work, and now I can't help but worry. It's evident how much he's used to foresee every detail of his company, and suddenly, from the summer vacation up to our wedding, he's been too absent.

"Liam," I call gently while getting off the bed. Tip-toeing in his shirt, I reach the couch and sit next to him.

"Any problem?" He stares warily at me, as though he's afraid of my confusing demeanor.

"Not really," I reply. "I just wanted to say that I'm okay if we have to go. I won't mind."

He blinks, surprised. "No, Kira, I—"

"Hush, Mr. Darcy!" I place my index on his lips. "I've had enough of a good and relaxing time already. We went to Vegas, we saw Dubai, and now we are in Maldives, baby. Honestly, I never even imagined I'd do it so easily in such a short period of time—but you made it possible."

He smiles softly, eyes gleaming. He discards his MacBook on the table and hoisters me closer to him. I accept his gesture by sitting across his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. This is my safe place—right next to him—his breath warm and assuring.

"I want us to stay here at least a week, Kira," he says, slowly running his fingers on my bare thighs.

"It's okay, Liam. We don't need to do that," I rebuke. "Besides, I'm dying to see your home." I gaze up at him, beaming.

The idea of seeing his house excites me.

"Our home," Liam corrects, a small smile tugged on his mouth as he nuzzles his nose into my hair.

"Um, yes. Our home." I blush. "And since my husband is so fastidious, I'm pretty sure he'll be glued to his laptop throughout the day if we continue staying here while there's trouble in Paradise."

"Fastidious? Me?" Liam squints his eyes at me.

"Aren't you?" I giggle, so happy to see him relaxed somehow. He kisses my temple. "My point is, we have a lifetime together, Liam. And I'm sure this place won't go anywhere, so we can come back some other time. I'm ready to leave—even if it's tomorrow."

"No. We'll have tomorrow for ourselves. I have something important for us, so we can probably leave on the day after," he states.

"Intriguing, Mr. Darcy. What are you planning to do?" I raise a dazed eyebrow at him, already excited for the unknown.

"Surprise, my love. Remember how the cat died?" Liam whispers merrily. I chuckle as he bites my earlobe, and then kisses it. "Thank you," he breathes.

"For what?" I mutter.

"Just . . . for everything," he says softly and kisses my lips. "Your understanding, your love, and your countenance. I feel so lucky to have you, Kira."

"As I you, Liam Darcy. And you have nothing to thank me for."

He kisses me deeply and I return with more passion and wildness.

"Let me go and take a shower before I begin doing some inappropriate stuff with you." Liam pulls away as I feel his erection bulging. "In the meantime, I think the Wi-fi signals are strong today. You can download the movie you wanted, or we can just sleep."

"Or we can do other things?" My voice is laced with mischief.

"But I thought you're tired." Liam laughs amusedly, for I've been complaining the whole day that I'm super sleepy and urged him to get me here soon after dinner.

"There's always some energy left for you." I bite my lip seductively, and he looks highly enticed. "Always." I know I need him right now, and my sex goddess is on a perfect agreement.

"Oh yeah?" He gently rides his hand under the T-shirt I'm wearing, and rides his fingers over my chest. "Let's see what we can do about it." Squeezing my breasts, his thumb grazes my nipples in turn, playful in manners, slowly pulling my libido higher.

I grunt in response, and his mouth finds mine to shut me up. I let him play with my anatomy, touching every part he desires to, and his name becomes my favorite song as we make out on the couch, our hearts beating as one.

***

The morning blooms and it's just another beautiful day in our honeymoon. Liam restricts me from going out today, claiming that I need to rest since I've been feeling under the weather lately. I don't object, for I indeed need to recuperate. My body feels weak, and I think I deserve a full break by doing nothing. Am I getting sick? I don't really know.

My day commences with a warm bubble bath, a wonderful sex in the tub, and an amazing breakfast filled with all sorts of fruits just because I said I'm craving for a fruit salad last night. That's my husband! And the afternoon goes uneventfully as we stay indoors relaxing, making calls to our family and friends, talking, and laughing.

In the evening, however, Liam steps out, promising to be back soon.

The sun sets beautifully in the sky as I sit at the edge of the swimming pool. It feels cool—neither hot, nor cold—but I hug myself at the flip of my emotions deep inside. A sigh escapes me at the thought of my life ahead, as Mrs. Darcy, and not Ms. Jones, far away from the land I once called home.

Will everything be fine? I know it's uncertain—the future always is—but what's certain is that I have faith in my choices. Whatever happens, I'm positive I won't have any regret, for I assented every 'Yes, I do' at my own accord, because saying otherwise would mean a lifetime full of 'What if's'. He's my best choice, and the hardest decision I've ever made.

"Liam, where are you? Didn't you say you'll be back soon?" It's already dark as I'm roaming around our room like a mad woman, talking to my husband on the phone.

"Relax, baby. Are you done dressing?" Liam asks, his voice felicitous.

"Yeah. Well, I'm just wearing casual and I'm not sure if it's okay," I reply, but the truth is that I haven't finished getting ready.

Oh, my hair! I quickly make my way toward the bathroom. Apparently, Liam told me to get ready, that he's got a surprise for me. I'm intrigued.

"So, when are you picking me up?" I quiz.

"Someone will be there to get you. Mr. Hamid, the one who received us; you remember him?"

"Oh, yes. I remember him." I grab my lip balm from the bathroom console, intending to keep my makeup simple. "And where are you? You still haven't answered that." I smoothly apply it.

"It is a surprise, Kira. Don't be impatient, huh?" Liam scolds and my mouth stretches into a brief laugh. "Well, I'll be waiting for you."

Does he want to hang up?

"No, Liam, let's keep talking. I'm bored here waiting. And it's so creepy being alone," I state abruptly, and frankly it's a little creepy being in the cabin over the water without company.

"Why? Are you scared?" Liam asks apprehensively.

"Yeah." I smile. Sprinkling some perfume on my body, I explain, "I mean, after watching Cabin in the Woods last night, I can't take my mind off all those scenes."

Liam bursts into laughter. "I clearly recall hearing you say that you have no problem with horror movies, even when I told you to find something else."

"Yeah. I guess you're overjoyed to give that I-told-you-so speech, aren't you?" I roll my eyes while returning to the bedroom, done with my hair that only needed a second check.

"Indeed I am," Liam remarks. "However, I had so much fun watching your scared reactions while burying your face on my chest. I'd pay several pounds to see it again." He's childishly amused.

"Yeah, yeah, good for you." My eyes roll again, and at last I hear footsteps approaching at the terrace, and a man comes into view through the glass doors. "I think that Mr. Hamid or something is here."

"Okay, I'll see you soon then," Liam mutters and our conversation ends.

Quickly I march toward the door. The man outside smiles as I open.

"Good evening," I greet.

"Good evening, ma'am. Your husband sent me to get you," he explains hospitably, a polite smile on his face.

"Alright, just give me a minute." Smiling my apology, I stride back to turn off the bathroom lights and leave everything in safety mode.

Satisfied, I take a large pink scarf to wrap myself with. I'm sure it's already cold outside by now. I'm wearing a little white umbrella dress, hair loose, and flat flip-flops in pink, too.

"Done," I announce to Mr. Hamid and lock the doors at the same time. "Shall we?" I offer another smile to him.

"Yes, ma'am. This way." Mr. Hamid leads me, and together we walk onto the deck, my eyes wandering at the sight of the tiny golden-yellow lights coming from the other cabins, gorgeously embellishing the island.

It resembles a small village—candles and lamps shimmering like dragonflies.

I return my attention to Mr. Hamid. "Are we going to the resort? I mean, the restaurant?" I wrap my scarf tightly.

The breeze works handy with the ocean waves crashing against each other. The sound is wild, yet relaxing.

"No, ma'am. But it's not far, don't worry," he answers, and I zip my mouth to accept whatever is awaiting.

A moment later, after a short walk through a secluded beach area with no soul around, I catch a glimpse of a dinner table, surrounded with red candles in the shape of a heart. My eyes sparkle mirthfully, excitement multiplying at the sight.

What is Mr. Darcy up to now?

And finally I see Liam, dressed up in the same clothes he had earlier today; an aqua blue half-buttoned shirt with rolled sleeves, and a pair of white beach slacks. He's always a breath taker, and mine is no exception on his list.

"Hey," I mutter. He smiles warmly and hoisters me into his arms. "You ran away from me." I let him kiss my temple, and slowly our lips meet for a short and meaningful French kiss.

"I didn't run away, Mrs. Darcy. You look pretty," Liam whispers, seemingly regaled by my smitten look and heavenly scent perfume that he personally bought me.

"Thank you. And you're forgiven," I murmur. Turning around, I glance at the inviting table that's made for our dinner.

How sweet of him. I blush.

A vase of red roses explains the scent flying around. There's also a lantern candle, a bottle of red wine, glasses, and two servings of steak and asparagus in white plates, among a few more. It's a perfect setting, and quixotic too.

"Have a seat," Liam instructs gallantly, pulling a chair for his wife—me.

"Thank you." I smile softly, and immediately we both settle down. He sits across from me, and our eyes lock in an amatory magnet. "I love this," I whisper.

"I'm glad." Liam grins, letting the chef that I almost didn't notice pour us some wine.

He kindly wishes us a nice meal and steps away. I can see his little kitchen from the other side, and that's where Mr. Hamid is heading too. With them gone, it's just me and my husband.

"Is the food to your liking?" Liam asks casually as I begin eating.

"It's perfect," I answer matter-of-factly, chewing the juicy steak that melts sweetly in my mouth—so tender and delicious. "Why aren't you eating?" I ask when I see him transfixed with eyes on my face.

Fuck, he surely knows how to make feel more beautiful than Cleopatra.

"I am," he mutters, and then picks the fork and knife. "Do you remember the first time we dined out in Los Angeles? When you took me out?" he suddenly asks, a jolly smile on his face.

"I do remember. How can I not?" With pure grace, I take a small sip of the red wine in my glass, beholding my husband's radiant face intently. "It was the day I got engaged in a bathtub, and my first dinner date with you."

"I know." Liam beams. "Do you know what I had in mind throughout the dinner?" he quizzes, and I give him an inquiring look, urging him to go on. "When will I get to eat with her everyday, sleep with her, and wake up with her by my side? That's what I had in mind. You bewitched me, Kira Jones. Strange were your ways to make me wish to turn you into a Darcy the very moment I heard your name. And you want to know what else?"

"What?" My voice comes as a whisper, his words flipping my heart into an inexplicable sense of joy.

"For the first time I was afraid to lose someone I didn't even have," he says gently with a shy smile. Liam Darcy being shy? This is too much to take in. I'm puzzled. "I was so afraid that you would change your mind along the way, even after agreeing to marry me."

"Change my mind? Why would you think like that?" I chuckle, for it's very absurd.

"By marrying me it means leaving everything behind and agreeing to go miles away with me," says Liam matter-of-factly. "I know it isn't something frivolous, Kira. It means the world to me, and that's why I wanted to have this special dinner with you to say that I'm so grateful for accepting being my wife. For being here with me, and ready to go anywhere I'm going." His hand finds mine on the table and squeezes it gently.

My whole body shudders, and butterflies keep blanching their wings in my stomach.

"Damn, you're making me cry now." I snuffle my tears back, feeling overly emotional. "So, what do I say now?" I'm laughing nervously, a little confused.

"Anything, my love." Liam smiles.

"Okay." I take a deep breath, my heart pounding fast. "Liam, I did it because I love you. My home is where you are, whether it's in America or anywhere else in the world. Well, if it's in London, then it's my awesome luck, right?" I tease and we both laugh. "No need to thank me. You're my husband."

As I finish saying this, he takes my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. "And you are my wife. From this moment on, you'll never run away from me again, Kira Darcy. I won't allow it."