Congrats on the marriage and hope you two will have a great time in Adquistes.
"Hold on let me look that place up." He said to me. I watched Timmy look that place up. But wait a minute. I think I have been there before.
"Adquistes is a planted with different things. There is a small city there. Also you can camp or adventure the wild life on one part of the plant. Then the other part of the planet is for skiing or snowboarding in the cold mountains and enjoy the winter weather." Timmy told me.
"That sounds fun." I said to him.
"It does. I can't wait." He said. Then we packed our stuff and headed out to our honeymoon.
*Timmy's POV*
We walked into the hotel. We were staying at Crestline Hotel and Resorts. It was a nice home place. We checked in and got our room.
"This place is so homie feeling." Tecna said.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." I told her.
"We have an amazing view out of the window." Tecna said looking out the window.
"It is amazing." I said. The view was of the city.
"So what do you want to do right now my wife?" I asked her.
She jiggled a little bit because of me calling her my wife. She looked around answered me,
"How about we take a walk of the city? To see what they got."
"Sounds great." I said. She grabbed her purse and a room key. Then we were out.
*Tecna's POV*
We walked around the city for a bit. Then we stopped at a guy selling ice-cream out of this cart.
"Do you same ice-cream?" Timmy asked me.
"Yeah sure." I said. We walked up to the guys cart.
"What may I get you?" He asked us.
"I will take chocolate ice-cream cone." Timmy said.
"And I will have a chocolate and vanilla twist in a cone." I said.
"Here you two go." The guy said handing us our ice-cream. Then Timmy paid for it. We kept on walking until we came up to a bench.
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FanfictionMy love life was trust in other peoples hands. I told them about what I was looking for. They told me they will find me a perfect match. I hope that they are right with the stranger they are marrying me to. (Rated: T-M. Cowriter: KNSJ1995. We don't...