Unfortunately, I got married on a work night, so I sleepily made my way to our bathroom and took a quick shower.
I was glad that my husband had the foresight to prepare clothes for me, I didn't have to drive all the way home and deal with my relatives. It was the day after my wedding, of course, they would want to congratulate me.
Sighing, I looked down at the two rings on the sink. They were both eye-catching, but the engagement ring was a lot more distracting.
I yelped as arms suddenly wrapped around me and I hit a strong chest.
"Will you wear our wedding ring?" Alexander asked as he placed a kiss on my neck.
I had hickeys all over, courtesy of my husband.
"You already marked my skin, do you really need me to wear the ring," I groaned.
"Yes, they need to know you're married, I don't want someone to hit on you," Alexander pouted like a spoiled child.