What a day. If Eva had been the kind of girl to have expectations for her wedding, she supposed this would have met them all thoroughly and entirely. It was a quaint little backyard affair, nothing fancy or extravagant, just family and close friends. A little ceremony, a decadent dinner put on by Mrs. Sweeney, a little cajoling from Murphy, it was perfectly complete in Eva's eyes.

The fact that they'd been done by early afternoon was also a blessing. This growing a human business was exhausting and she simply couldn't wait to see the cottage Beau had purchased for them. She felt a little guilty about that, eating up so much of his life savings, and some of hers (after insistence) to cover up their mistake, but everything seemed to be settling into place. It hadn't been the plan certainly- but the solution to her own error in believing the healers when they said she'd every be likely to bear children leading her to be a little reckless. Eva had been ready to go it alone, but having Beau stick by her meant more than she could ever describe.

The walk through the hollow was unusually quiet for them, down a path that would no doubt get worn down with use and time, the brambles pulling at the skirts of her wedding dress. With each step she grew more anxious to see the house, but then of course there was the element of surprise she didn't want to quite ruin either. Slowly it came into the view as they rounded the last bend. The little stone cottage was missing a few stones, a little broken fence and a roof that would need a little fixing as well, but she was already hopelessly in love with it.

"It's absolutely darling, I adore it." She said in wonder as the little blue door became visible with it's round window and all of the character that went with it. Eva slipped her hand from his to run her fingertips down the stone wall and over the windowsill in admiration, trying not to peek inside before he was ready to go in.