The Next Chapter

23. No Sarcasm

Bryan

He was here. After years of loving him, the law now knows how much I loved him. Hell I would rub our wedding papers to people's faces.

"Good morning," I mumbled and he nuzzled his face between the crook of my neck and shoulder.

"Good morning to you too," He replies, placing his hand across my naked torso.

Last night was probably the fastest we've ever done it and I'll make sure t'night I'll make it last hours.

"Babe, how are we going to get dressed?" I asked him, I mean how could we? We're probably a thousand miles away from civilization and he just drove away half way through the reception at our wedding.

"We've got clothes don't worry. In fact, don't worry about anything except me having my wild way with you. Clothes are in the the drawers," He says pointing to one by the door. "Go shower you skunk,"

"Much for bad attitude to your husband," I teased.

"Oh drown me in whips and chains to make up for my cocky little attitude already then." He coaxes and I rolled my eyes getting out of the bed.

I walked over to the drawer to find my jersey shorts and a plaint blue v-neck. I grabbed those and walked over to the shower. I wanted Warren to come with me but he was still passed out on the bed.

I walked into the shower, the warm water hitting my back as I took deep breaths processing my thoughts.

I was now Bryan Davies. Never in a million did I think I would be the one to carry the last name. Probably because I thought I was cocky and all 'balls of steel' but I guess Warren wears the pants in our relationship.

When would we start adopting? I actually can't wait for that to happen. That would feel fucking amazing being in charge of two souls with the one you love and god knows it's purely a flower of love.

Like Warren teases me, I was a hopeless romantic. And I truly was. I believed in faith and the prince charming coming to save the princess. In our case, we saved each other. We did that to be with each other. I fished him out of his depression whilst he thought me about love.

I'm not gonna lie when I say Warren was my first love. Which sounds very cheesy and embarrassing as if you think about it more, I would've gotten my first love when I was 17. But then again, that would mean I married my first love.

Fun-fucking-tastic. This story just gets better.

And that's no sarcasm.

I dried myself with my towel, got dressed and walked out to Warren still fast asleep on the bed lightly snoring. I blushed at the sight of him before hanging my towel up on the rack by the door and grabbing my phone. I found my way over to the deck where there was a table in the middle and surrounding the tables were smaller tables of meals. Like a buffet.

Holy Jesus, Warren did all of this? How could he have such money for this luxury? He's bought me so many things already, pays for the bills and the expenses of our wedding, reception and this yacht.

"Mr. Davies! You're awake, good morning. My name's Dylan and I'll be serving you this next two weeks." He greets and I grimaced.

"Say that again?" I commanded and he straightened his back and choked on himself. I didn't mean for that to sound scary, I promise.

"Which part s-s-sir?" He stutters.

"You'll be serving us for two weeks you said. How long exactly is this trip?" I questioned, making my voice at bay.

"Well around eight days to go to Italy as Mr. Davies, like other Mr. Davies, requested to stop at the beaches or the green-blue reefs then I believe you'll be staying at a beach house off the coast of Italy for two nights." He explains and I nod my head.

"Alright, thanks Dylan."

"You're welcome sir. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Please, refer to me as Bryan and Warren as Warren. And no thank you, I'll wait for Warren." I informed him and I walked below deck again where my breakfast would be in bed.