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{Bella's POV}

Waking up to the sun streaming in through the curtains, the warmth of the comforter engulfing me, was arguably the best way to wake up. I reached over to cuddle closer to Noah, but the other side of the bed was cold and empty.

"Babe!" I groaned, yet I received no response. "Bub! Come back to bed!" I whined. Still nothing. I groaned, crawling out of bed. It was 8 in the morning and my husband wasn't in bed.

I checked the bathroom, the mirror still fogged up. "Noah!" I stomped my foot, like a child, when nothing was said back. I heard the hotel door open and close. We were currently staying in a suite.

I peaked around the corner, seeing Noah holding a bag. I walked up to him, my eyes fixed themselves to glare at his. "Why the hostility, Princess?" I wrapped my arms around his torso. "If you ever get out of bed before 9 in the morning, I will deprive you of cuddles and kisses."

"Princess, you and I both know that you need cuddles and kisses as much as I do. Plus, I was getting you breakfast." He kisses my forehead, placing the bag on the counter. "I don't care. Let me starve and give me attention." I whined, pressing myself against him. "You would kill me if I didn't constantly get you food. Cause you would be hungry, which makes you grumpy, and you grumpy is something no one deserves to go through." Noah joked.

I lifted myself on top of the counter. "What did you get me?" I asked, reaching for the bag. "You choose. I got a bagel and a croissant." "I want both." Noah looked up at me. "Yeah it's not like I wanted to eat." I giggled. "I would share with you, dummy." I leaned over, kissing him lightly.

I grabbed the croissant, tearing off a bit and feeding it to Noah. He slid himself between my legs, resting his hands on my hips. "You're my wife. You're Isabella Beck." He smiled, causing me to do the same. "We made it." My smiled grew. It was no secret that our relationship had been a rocky one. There were rough patches, but we made it.

"When can we have a baby?" I asked. "You've asked me that for the past 4 days. Be patient. We're only on our honeymoon." I pouted. "But I want a mini us. Don't you want a little boy or girl? And we can baby them and spoil them, but still make sure they know how to be humble?"

"I never said I didn't want that, Princess. But Bella, we just got married. Maybe in a year or two?" My jaw dropped. "A YEAR OR TWO?!" He chuckled lightly. "Baby, I'm not ready to be father quite yet." I pouted again, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Can we start trying in 6 months?" "A year." "5 months." "A year." "4 months." "8 months final offer." I smiled. "Yay!" I squealed, hugging him tightly.

"I can hardly ever say no to you." Noah groaned. "What on earth am I going to do if we have a little girl who looks just like, my Princess?"