Sion had planned everything.
Five-star villa by the sea. Rose petals on the bed. A candlelit dinner with Aiden's favorite desserts. And a private beach with no one to disturb them.
It was going to be perfect.
Until…
The flight got delayed.
Then the luggage got lost. Sion wore sunglasses and Aiden's oversized hoodie the whole first day while Aiden had to buy tourist-shop shorts with "I ❤️ Paradise" written across the butt.
"I hate this honeymoon," Aiden muttered as they stood in line for lost baggage.
"No, you don't," Sion whispered, tugging him closer. "Because you're here with me."
Aiden glared. "Don't try to romance your way out of this."
"Too late," Sion said, kissing his forehead.
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Later that evening…
They finally reached the villa—exhausted, hungry, and sunburned. Sion had prepared the jacuzzi with rose petals earlier via a special request.
When Aiden stepped into the warm water, he blinked in surprise. "This… is nice."
"Told you," Sion said, sliding behind him and wrapping his arms around Aiden's waist.
"You're lucky I love you," Aiden mumbled, eyes closed as Sion massaged his shoulders.
"No. I'm lucky you said yes."
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That night…
Sion had one more surprise: a beach dinner under the stars. Lanterns floated gently on the waves. The wind was soft, the food perfect.
Then Sion stood up and said, "Wait here."
He ran off to the shore and returned—holding a box.
"Another ring?" Aiden blinked.
"No," Sion said. "Open it."
Inside was a tiny note:
> "Your husband is dumb. But madly in love with you. Will you marry me again tomorrow just for fun?"
Aiden laughed.
And cried.
"You idiot."
"But I'm your idiot," Sion said, pulling him into a kiss under the moonlight.
They danced barefoot in the sand, swaying slowly, drunk on each other's presence.
The honeymoon had started as a mess.
But it ended with warmth, laughter, and love.
Just like everything else in their chaotic, beautiful life.
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