It surely had all been a dream. There was no way they could have gone from nearly never seeing one another again to getting married. She was loathe to wake from such a dream, truthfully. Fearful that if she opened her eyes she wouldn't see him there next to her. But her other senses took care of that even before she opened her eyes. She could smell him, the warmth sort of musky masculine smell she was so used to of him. She could feel the weight of him next to her as he began to stir away, too. And then she opened her eyes.

Big brown eyes took a moment to focus but a smile soon broke over her features when she did indeed see Rufus lying there and smiling down at her.

She stretched out her legs underneath the blankets, wincing ever so slightly at the ache of a long and wonderful night. "Morning love," she said softly as she stretched a hand up to brush against the faint stubble growing on his cheeks from having yet to shave for the day.

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