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Chapter 182

Our honeymoon
Say you want me, too

— Lana Del Rey, Honeymoon

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We finally get back after a week in O'ahu for our honeymoon. Out of every place I've been to, it was by far my favorite. Everything—from the hotel, the beaches, the food, nature, the sex with Harry—was the perfect culmination of what we wanted in a vacation together after getting married.

When we touched down after a stopover in Los Angeles, we checked into the hotel, then went straight to bed. The next morning, Harry met me out on the balcony where we partook in some sneaky sex with him behind me and me clutching onto the railing with the crashing waves below.

Throughout our weeklong trip, we spent numerous hours in different shops, relaxed on the beach, went on different hikes around our part of the island, and tried out different restaurants. It was a perfect vacation with the perfect man.

Nevertheless, it was good to get back to daily life and see our families after a week of being gone. Anne and Lilly picked us up from the airport then took us back to the house where they hounded us for pictures of everything and were thrilled to get their souvenirs. Shortly after getting through the countless pictures we took, including the sunrise hike up one of the mountains during our third day over there, Anne headed back home. Glancing at the looming stack of packages behind us, Lilly helped us go through the wedding gifts that had been sitting in their original wrapping to the side of the living room. Harry went to take a nap when all the presents were unwrapped and Lilly assisted me in putting some of the kitchen appliances away.

"The wedding seemed like it went well," Lilly had said while helping me unpack the air fryer Ben and his family got us.

"It did, didn't it?"

"It's still kinda weird that you're my stepmum now."

"Yeah, it is. I'm so happy that we're a real family now, though. You and your dad mean the world to me."

"Are you going to get all mushy and emotional?" She asked with a slight joking scowl on her face. I knew she wasn't being cruel towards me opening up to her. It was typical teenager stuff that Harry and I are getting accustomed to when it comes to Lilly being throttled into adolescence with each passing day.

"I just might," I responded to her.

For the rest of the day, I had cleaned up around the house, trying to find a home for all the gifts, and nearly succeeding at getting all of our laundry, plus Lilly's, into the wash. It was honestly an arduous and tiring process. I knew Harry was exhausted from the flight home and hadn't slept for long on the plane, the little patches of turbulence keeping him awake for most of the duration. He's been asleep for nearly six hours, and when I'm taking our folded laundry into the bedroom to put away, he's slowly waking up from his sprawled-out spot in the middle of the bed. His wavy hair matted from laying on the right side of his face. He moans softly and hugs one of my pillows underneath his left arm.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Yeah, it was pretty rude of you," his husky voice responds.

"Well, good, then."

"You should've slept, too. You've been awake for a while."

"I wanted to get the house organized and we all had laundry that needed to be done," I explain to him and open the top drawer of the dresser to put a small stack of his clean boxers away.

"You should've woken me up. I would've helped you."

"You needed your sleep."

He crawls out of bed and lugs himself into the bathroom for a minute. I'm still putting away laundry when he comes back out and offers to start on dinner. I can't say I want to decline his offer, and before he walks out of the room, he kisses my cheek, hugs me from behind, then walks out. I finish up in here then head out to finish up putting the last load into the wash. Lilly's on the couch with George who stayed at Anne's house with them, along with Gunther. Finishing up with the laundry, I carry my laptop out from Harry's office and set up on the kitchen table. I open up my personal email to find the ones where Grace sent me more pictures of the wedding.