We were still in our honey moon phase and I was enjoying every bit of it. It was just the two of us and life seemed too perfect to be true.

   My friends had all called the day after the wedding for me to give details about what went on and even though I wasn't one who loved to talk about stuffs like that but I couldn't  help it and the ""awwnnn" and other cliche sounds. And also the occasional "guess who isn't a virgin anymore that came up" that they made from the phone was making me cringe all through the phone.

    Even though I had told them most things, I left out the part where I feel sex is actually overrated and not as sweet and amazing as everyone makes it seem or probably because it's my first time though. It hurt a little too.

  Our honeymoon would have to be called off at the end of the week  because I was resuming school soon and it was my final year, there was a lot to be done. Even though I had dreams that I had wanted my honey moon to be for like a month in somewhere like Dubai or Paris. A lot of things had to spoil my plan and Muhammad was also resuming to his new work place tomorrow. His dad was the owner of one of the biggest oil company in the country and he was going to start work there.

   "I promise we will go to Paris once you're done with your final year exams"he promised grabbing my waist as he leaned me towards the wall.

   I ran my hand through his hair then kissed him,I felt my shyness go away already and it hadn't even been a month. I was so comfortable around him and I was able to be me around him without being judged or feeling the need to hide. He kissed me harder as he slowly unzipped the dress I was wearing and I unbuttoned his shirt. I felt his body against mine. I wrapped my legs around him as he kissed me passionately. And I really couldn't wish to be anywhere else but here.

   "You really don't need to be here,I can take care of myself"I said as I watched him sit on the kitchen counter watching me cook. "I want to help and I really wouldn't want anything to happen to my princess"he said smiling.

   I just smiled back at him,he took the second apron in the kitchen insisting he did something too. Cooking was something I loved doing so much and I really loved to do it alone but marriage makes you change anyways.

    "Can you help me tie it behind please"he asked  then I helped him. he stood in front of me then pulled me closer to him. "Not now Muhammad"i said playful removing his hands from my waist. "I just really can't resist this beautiful woman in front of me"he smiled then I just smiled back before he kissed my forehead.

    "I love you"I said "I love you more"he replied.

"Now take this onions and cut them,you said you want to help, then help"i said throwing the onion at him and making him try to catch it.

    This past few days have made us learn new things about how selves and how we can live with each other even though we ain't perfect.

     I learnt how much of a football fan Muhammad was and how he doesn't joke with their games and all. Even though I wasn't much of a football fan myself I had to learn to love it and he had to learn to be a movie freak too because that was what I was. So we made a promise to watch the football games together and on Friday's we had our movie night together. It was a perfect plan and he loved it.

    "Why didn't he kick the ball into the net"i exclaimed like I even understood what was going on in the game as I enthusiastically focused on the television.

   Muhammad just smiled then looked at me "that's our goal post, we have to make it to the opponent's goal post"he said.

   "Ohhh" I  said realizing the nonsense I had been saying. But I was ready to learn anyways. I wanted to love everything he loved too.

   "I love you so much you know,he said as he dragged me closer to his side putting my head on his shoulder. I looked up into his eyes and I wished we could just stay like that forever.

    "You know you really don't have to watch this if you don't want to. We can watch something else"he said but I knew how much he loved football and I wanted to share in that part of his life too. my mother had taught me that marriage would make you compromise a lot especially when you had kids of your own,she also made me understand that the first two years of marriage were the hardest because then you start knowing things you never knew about your partner before and that some might come as a shock to you and some might make you even wish you never got married but one thing she told me was that most times the love you and your partner share would be enough to solve any issue that came our way and I  really hoped love was always enough for I and Muhammad but then I had to learn the hard way that maybe it really wasn't all about love sometimes.

   "I want to watch this" I said smiling and I really didn't realise when I slept off on his shoulder but I knew I felt him carry me to our bedroom then he covered me with the cover cloth. I had never felt safer any other place than when I was with him and that made me happy everyday.