That was true, but was really the meaning behind roughing it. Then again, Eva supposed it really hadn't been that bad. Everything was comfortable, she'd had (in the beginning) her own space to herself and most of the comforts of home.

Now this was home and she couldn't wait to make it theirs.

"Are you going to carry me across the threshold?" She teased, leaning back to waggle her eyebrows at him, totally kidding. It was a ridiculous tradition, but amused her nevertheless. It wasn't like they were heading straight to consummate the marriage... that ship had well and truly sailed several months ago.