The pieces of my puzzle.

Forty one.

A/N: get ready for some serious fluff. 😂❤️bc I mighttttt'veee gotten a slight bit carried away with the cuteness👀🤭

(Azara's POV)

After Bradly and I had returned to the after party we continued the night with wild dancing, laughter, and all round unforgettable fun.

Everyone went home at around midnight with last hugs and congratulations before we were escorted to our car that would take us to our hotel before we were off to Bora Bora for our honeymoon the next morning.

We were both dead tired by the time we arrived at the hotel and I promptly flopped face-down on the bed, not phased by sleeping in the shorter, more comfortable dress I had changed into halfway through the night.

But Bradly hadn't been too happy with that, apparently it was a health hazard or something. Even tho I couldn't think it would cause anything worse than a little discomfort.

But then again, I couldn't really think at all at this point. I honestly felt like my brain was mush at that point, no thoughts. Just sleep. But nevertheless, I begrudgingly went to the bathroom to change into my pj's before snuggling under the covers and closing my eyes.

For a moment I forgot there was another person sharing a bed with me now, a very cuddly person for that matter. As soon as we were both settled, Bradly's arms wound around my waist and pulled me closer, snuggling his face into my hair, eliciting a soft giggle from me.

That night we fell asleep in the warmth of each other's embrace, the day's events slowly fading into the background as everything came into view of the love we shared.

***

The next morning was a lazy one; the sunlight creeped through the blinds, casting warm rays across my face as I groggily blinked my eyes against the sharp light.

As soon as my mind processed where I was, a grin stretched out across my face at the comforting weight of an arm draped over my waist. His chest pressed to my back, I felt his soft steady breaths tickle the back of my neck as he slept soundly.

I turned around in his arms as gently as I could, trying not to wake him, as I turned to face him. His sandy blonde hair was a mess, his face angelically beautiful, his lashes resting on his cheeks as he seemed to be in a sweet dream.

I shifted slightly to get a better look at him, well as much as I could with his arms practically trapping me. His mustache twitched slightly as a small smile flickered across his lips, his cheeks flushing slightly.

What could he be dreaming about?

It stayed like that for a while, the comfortable silence enveloping us as if it knew this moment was ours.

I gently ran my fingers through his hair, the action making him stir slightly but not wake fully. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his forehead; he instinctively pulled me closer to him by the waist, burying his face in my shoulder as he mumbled something incoherent.

I chuckled, my fingers still continuing their soothing motion through his hair. "Brads," I whispered just above his ear. "We need to get moving, we need to be at the airport in an hour and a half."

He finally stirred fully, reluctantly lifting his head from its place on my shoulder and giving me a sleepy smile as his eyes met mine.

He propped himself up on an elbow as we seemed to get lost in each other's eyes, not a word had been spoken in a while, but none needed to be uttered. For our locked gazed shared a conversation words could never manage to live up to.

Until he finally broke the silence, his low and gruff with sleep, but what surprised me most was the faintest touch of a southern drawl in his words. Makes sense tho, Carole had quite the southern touched voice. "Mornin' Mrs Bradshaw."

My face involuntarily broke into a grin at the same time my stomach flipped at the new surname. "Morning Mr Bradshaw." My face was serious for a split second before the giddy giggles broke free.

He looked mildly confused for a solid moment. "What's so funny?" His husky tone making me cover my mouth with my hand to stop my giggles. Another beat passed before realization crossed his features, which quickly turned into mock exasperation.

He raised an eyebrow, playfully rolling his eyes. "Why is it always the morning voice that makes women go koo-koo?"

I finally managed to contain my giggles and catch my breath. "I honestly don't know. It's just extremely attractive."

He smirked lightly, leaning in closer. "Oh, is that so?" His lips brushed my ear as he breathed into my ear, his tone dropping an octave. "Well, how about now?"

Goosebumps formed on my skin as his warm breath ghosted over my neck until his lips found their way toward mine, meeting in the lightest way.

My breath caught in my throat, suddenly I couldn't speak, my words stolen from my mind. He pulled away with a smirk, sitting up fully and playfully nudging my shoulder.

"C'mon, Mrs Bedhead, we need to leave soon." He teased as he searched through his suitcase for clothes and to my surprise didn't pull out an Hawaiian shirt with jean shorts, instead he chose to wear a simple T-shirt and black shorts.

I raised a brow at him in question. "'Mrs Bedhead'? Have you looked in the mirror, I think you win the award for worst bedhead, but worn with style."

He clutched his chest in mock offense as he peeled off his pajama shirt and shot a playful glare over his shoulder at me. "How dare you say that, my hair is amazingly stylish thank you very much."

I swallowed, trying hard not to stare at his tones abdomen too much, his muscles flexing with every movement that led up to his broad shoulders and-

'Snap out of it, Az! Think fast. You're the queen of snarky comments, don't fail now.' I scolded myself.

"Stylish? More like 'I ran my hand through my hair and am so proud of myself for making it look like I just rolled out of bed'" my tone was light and playful as I gathered my own clothes for the day's travel.

He glared at me, pouting like a child as he finished getting dressed. "You're meann." He whined.

I playfully rolled my eyes and stepped towards him, my eyes sparkling with mischief as I laid my palms on his chest, looking up at him as I whispered. "And yet you still married me." I added a pout before continuing to get ready for the day. Only getting a chuckle from him in response.

***

After packing and getting ready, we headed to the airport and waited there for about 30 minutes before boarding the plane.
I got the window seat and smiled as the plane took off.

Bradly commented it felt weird that we weren't the ones piloting it. And I agreed, it definitely felt really weird.

But when I felt his fingers lace with mine, I smiled in content. This next 2 weeks were going to be amazing. And I couldn't wait to see what adventures were in store.