“Aren’t you just a real beauty.” I compliment my wife who is standing in front of a body mirror and me. We both are looking at her through the mirror. Mostly myself, I admiring her through my perspective eyes.

She is still in her wedding dress and I am still in my tux. We also are still in a hotel room where we held our wedding. We are going to leave for our honeymoon at midnight. I have planned it all, the timing, the weather, and most importantly, the destination. But she has no idea where we are going.

“Aren’t you my silver lining.” She tease me back. She’s so cute when she tried to tease me or trying to compliment me back. She is not that type of woman. I chuckles, but quickly wrapped my arms around her. I don’t want her to feel embarrass. I have no intention on embarrassing her, I just find it cute for her to teased me. She’s rarely done that, by rarely, I mean probably just once or twice since we’ve been together.

“I love you, Zhizn moya.” I said it in the perfect way to say it in Russian. I literally have to learn saying that for almost a year and I learn it from Alyona herself. She almost gave up teaching me just that words only, but I kept pushing her to keep up with me. Because I want my first words when I learn Russian to be that and than the rest I can learn it by myself and it comes easily to me. Now I can speak Russian like it is my native language.

"Ya tebya lyublyu, Muzh." She laid her head back to my shoulder as she said that, her eyes looking into mine. I can see the emotion in her eyes, the love and trust she have for me. I kissed her cheek, close my eyes and just enjoying the moment.

"Let's get ready, shall we?" I said.

"Take me." She said with a smiley face.

"Let's get change and leave." I pull her hand to the bathroom. Someone mentioned they hang some clothes for us in the bathroom. So I hope they put something nice for her to wear and not something that will pissed me off. But even after me threat, I can't really complains.

As we step in to the bathroom, my eyes scan the room trying to find where they hang them. Suddenly, I felt a push and I stumbled even further from the door frame. I turned and saw her closing the door and there, the clothes is hang behind the door. They should have mentioned that too, so I don't looked so stupid in front of my wife. Not that she mind it, for years even. Thank Lord that gave me a wife like her. Who wouldn't want to be with her? Loving, caring, passionate, hard-working, etc. She's basically all in one.

I frowned as I saw what they prepared for me. "I'm not wearing those." I complained, still eyeing the clothes they hang for me. I love what they have prepared for my wife, it's a beautiful dress. But why were they prepared clothes that I don't wear, like ever.

"Brian, don't be like that. You have to wear those. Be more appreciative for things that people gave you." She wisely said. Didn't what I said about her not right? She just prove it.

"No, baby. I don't want to wear those." I whine like a little kid.

"So what are you going to wear? Suits?" Oh oh, She doesn't sounds happy.

"Yes."

"No!" She quickly objected. "I don't want to see you in suits. My eyes is tired seeing you in suits. Either you wear those or we're not going." She threaten me. Folding her hands in front of her and look at me sternly.

"You can't do that." I frowns and pout. I thought it will work, but she take it really serious. She is about to walk away, but I grabbed her hand stopping her from going any further. She turned back and wait for me to answer.

"Okay. I'll wear those." I said and sigh heavily. Even though I don't wanna wear those in the heart beat, but I have to make my wife happy.

"Thank you." She smiled happily. It's instantly bring a smile to my face just seeing her happy. "Now move your butt and get change." She playfully slap my butt cheek, I narrowed my eyes at her and smirk. My little wicked wife.

"Alright, alright." I said.

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We get out of the car and winds blowing up her hair. We're here in the airport. There's so many aircraft around us, but the specific one in front of us and ready is my private jet. It says on the body of the jet, DBAVS short for my name and hers.

"Did you just change it?" She turned her head back to look at me and I'm sure she is eyeing me through the sunglasses she wore. I did changed the name of it without telling her. I mean, it is my jet, but she have to know everything that related to her name. She couldn't let people put her name without her consent and it applied to me as well.

"Yes, how'd you like it?" I smiled in anticipation. She either will say she like it or I'll be fucked.

"It's alright." I sigh in relief, even though that's not the answer I wanted to hear. But, it's okay than she hate it.

"Shall we go in? I've upgraded something inside." I said and her shoulders dropped slightly. That only means one thing, she doesn't like it even though she haven't seen it. She just doesn't like changes on someone's property for her. She will feel bad and guilty that people have to do something for her.

"Come on. You have to see it first, then you can tell if you don't like it. I swear it's nothing crazy. Just for us to pleased." I wrapped my arm around her waist and we move to the end of the jet's stairs.

"I don't want to step in." She stop dead in her track.

"Baby, it's nothing extreme. I promise you, you will like it. I can guarantee you as much like that." I said, pushing her softly to go on and step on the stair. When we are finally moving and by the door, she moves her head to looked around, she couldn't find anything. So she walked further in to the jet and about in the middle, she stopped.

"You put a projector up?" She said in a touched way. Now I know she like it. She always said that her laptop screen is too small for her to do her work. Her work is different than me, so she needed that. And we needed that too when we get bored and wants to watch movies or just a clip. It can be use for anything honestly. "But how do you generate it?"

"Don't worry about that, baby. I got that covered. Everything is handled." She turned to me and hug me.

"I love you." I murmured.

"I love you, Muzh." Just hearing her say that, it's warms my heart. I'll give the world to her and her only.

"Now you can sit back and relax until we landed to our honeymoon destination." I pulled away and tell her to go sit on her favourite seat. She always love the right side of the jet, she never explained to me why. I guess she just love it. She doesn't need a reason to tell me why she loves it. There's just something that people can't tell about their passion and love. It's just there and will always be there.

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