Joe turned the knob and opened the door, shutting it behind him with a foot. The slam made M.J. wince slightly, but she was too concerned with the butterflies wreaking havoc on her stomach to worry about disgruntled neighbors.
The apartment was silent, and they could hear the sounds of the world outside the window as it flew by, oblivious to the newly married couple and the beginning of their life together.
She and Joe locked eyes, quietly, thoughtfully communicating as one, before he turned and headed towards the bedroom. "Well, Mrs. Toye, shall we?" M.J.'s grip tightened on his neck, and she smiled softly.
"We shall, Mr. Toye."
She was pretty sure that now things would never be the same.
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The sunlight peeked through the window, bathing the bedroom in a warm, rich gold. The occupants of the bed stirred quietly, and with a groan, M.J. rolled over and whipped the covers away from her husband.
"Hey," Joe grumbled, reaching blindly for the blankets and finding only empty air. "Damn it, M.J. Not again." He sat up on his elbows, but his scowl soon morphed into a smile as he watched his wife sleeping soundly in the bed beside him. This was peace. This was what he fought so hard for. He sighed softly; yep, he deserved this.
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(Continuation of [url]Chapter 11[/url])