All The Wild Ones | Wildfire Series

Honeymooning Part 1 - Bonus

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I'd never been more thankful for Beau's wedding gift than I was at this moment. Instead of riding in economy across the ocean, I was tucked beneath Grayson's arm on a plush leather couch lining the aisle of Beau's private plane.

Sometimes I wondered how my life was real, and this was one of those moments.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" Grayson asked, lazily dragging his hands through my hair.

I smiled to myself. Grayson had been trying to pull the trip's details out of me for days, weeks, but I'd wanted it to be a surprise. To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure what he'd think. When I had asked what he was envisioning for our honeymoon—just to make sure that I wasn't completely missing the mark—Grayson had been incredibly vague.

"I just want time to relax with you," he'd said. "I don't want to overcomplicate it."

Then he'd gotten defensive about why he wasn't the one surprising me, but I convinced him to let me take the reins for once. He'd been running himself ragged with training and practices and games, and this was something I could take off his plate. Something I wanted to take off his plate.

"Do you have any guesses?" I asked, peeking up at him.

He chuckled, and I felt his breath breeze over my head. "Somewhere far. Since we've been on here for about six hours now."

"Someone's impatient," I teased.

"Can you blame me?" Grayson grunted. "You told me that I couldn't touch you for nearly two weeks leading up to the wedding, and now that I can touch you, I don't want to wait any longer."

"Who said we have to wait?" I lowered my voice. "I told you we could duck into the bathroom, and you said no."

My husband rolled his eyes. "Beau would kill us, and we need him on our good side for when we ask him to babysit this little one." He slipped his hand over my belly possessively, and I couldn't help but snort.

"You think I'm already pregnant? I don't think it works like that, darling."

A smile tugged on the corner of Grayson's mouth as he rested his head back against the cushions and closed his eyes. He kept his hand on me as he shrugged. "I'm going to pretend that it does."

I shook my head but didn't argue with him further. I knew when there was no point, and this was just one of those ridiculous things that Grayson did.

A few seconds later, he opened one eye and peered at me. "So where are we going?"

I sighed. "Do you really want to know?"

He nodded, both eyes opening as he straightened with excitement. It was adorable how giddy this large, muscled, football-playing man could get.

"Your parents helped me," I admitted.

"My parents?" he repeated, and anticipation prickled along my spine.

"Yeah, well..." I paused, scratching my head as nerves started to take over completely. Grayson had been so nonchalant about this entire thing, but there was still a chance that this wouldn't be what he was picturing.

"Nessa..." Grayson said, gliding his hand from my stomach to my hand, squeezing it. "Tell me."

"Well," I began slowly before words started pouring out of my mouth, one after another, "Lillian was telling me about this chateau that her parents would take her to in the summers growing up, a family place that had been passed on for a few generations. And the way she described it...it sounded wonderful. She was saying how she always wished that she'd been able to take you to France to see it, and then I told her that I had been considering France for our honeymoon, and then she insisted that we stay there and—"