"Are you ready, Miss Barring-er, Mrs. Kovich?"

"Yes, Geoffrey," Alison replied.

Rafe rolled down the window. "Thanks for coming, everyone!"

Alison leaned over Rafe to look out at everyone waving goodbye to them. "We love you!"

Rafe and Alison smiled at each other as the limo began to move further away from the hotel until it was no longer in sight.

"I think we're alone now," Alison whispered.

"Almost," Rafe whispered back.

Alison pressed a button and the privacy divider went up. Geoffrey took a look at the rearview mirror and smiled.

"Now we're alone." Alison put her arms around Rafe and climbed into his lap. They kissed for a while.

Rafe then started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking of the look on your grandmother's face when she saw what they did to the limo. She turned white as a ghost."

Alison laughed. "She did, didn't she? That's okay, Geoffrey will make sure to bring the limo back in once piece. He'll clean it up."

"Champagne?" Rafe picked up a bottle from the bar.

"Yes, please."

Rafe poured champagne into two glasses and handed Alison one. "A toast?"

"How about a toast to us?"

"Okay, to us. To our marriage…and to our long and happy lives together."

"Our very long and happy lives together," Alison added and clinked her glass with Rafe's.

By the time Rafe and Alison had arrived at the cabin, it was already beginning to get dark. Geoffrey personally carried all of their luggage into the cabin, wished the newlyweds a wonderful honeymoon, and was then off on his way.

"Oh my gosh," Alison said as she took a look around the cabin. "It looks just how I remember it." Alison looked at Rafe and smiled.

Rafe walked over to his wife and kissed her on the forehead. "You know, there's something that I've been thinking about all day," he whispered into her ear and then softly nibbled on her earlobe.

Alison laughed and pulled away gently. "Wait, wait, wait. I have to do something first."

"Do what?"

"I have to make myself look beautiful for you."

"You're already beautiful."

"Yes, but just humor me, okay? It is our wedding night, after all." Alison gave him a quick kiss. "I'll be right back."

Alison picked up her little bag and glanced at Rafe over her shoulder and smiled before heading into the bathroom.

Rafe looked around at the cabin. He remembered the first time he and Alison were here…the first time they had made love. It was cold and snowy back then, but now it was nice and warm.

Rafe looked down and noticed a lighter on the counter. "Perfect." He smiled as he walked around the room and lit some candles. Soon, the room was glowing with soft candlelight.

In the bathroom, Alison quickly changed into a silky red negligee. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

Rafe, after lighting every candle in the room, sat down and waited for Alison.

And waited.

He sighed.

He turned down the bed sheets to kill some time.

I'll be right back, Alison had said. Rafe knew that translated into ten or fifteen minutes, five if he was lucky. But finally, she emerged from the bathroom. Rafe stood up and gazed at the beauty before him. "You're so beautiful."

Alison blushed. "You lit candles."

"Yeah, I know how much you love them. Oh! I forgot something." Rafe quickly found the radio on the table and turned on some slow romantic music. "Is that good?"

"That's perfect."

Rafe, without saying a word, walked over to Alison again. His placed his hands on her face and brought her lips to his. Then with one swift movement, he moved his hands down her body and scooped her up, carrying her over to the bed and gently laying her down.

On the bed, they continued to kiss each other. Rafe ran his hands through Alison's silky mane of blonde hair and then buried his nose into the sweet smell as he kissed her neck, and then her shoulders. He loved the way her hair and skin smelled…like jasmine and rose. He loved the way her skin felt too. It was always so soft. He heard Alison moan softly, so he continued to kiss her.

Alison undid a few of the buttons on Rafe's shirt as her hands moved over his bare skin. Whenever Alison would touch his chest, Rafe would shiver. Alison loved it when he shivered. Finally, she slipped the shirt off and dropped it over to the side of the bed.

It was Rafe's turn. He reached for the silky material of her negligee and slipped it off gently. Realizing that only one more thing separated him from being with the woman he loved, Rafe was quick to shed his remaining clothing.

"Rafe…"

Rafe looked at the beautiful woman below him.

"I love you," she whispered.

"God I love you," Rafe said as he stroked her hair and reclaimed her lips once again…

Morning came. Rafe felt Alison's warm body snuggled up against him. Her back was facing him. Rafe laid there for a while, just holding her as her body continuously rose and fell. Her eyes were closed but moving rapidly under her eyelids. She was dreaming. Rafe touched her soft hair, then brushed his finger against her cheek. "My beautiful wife." And at last, he could not resist. Rafe leaned forward, first kissing her shoulders, then moving on to her ear.

"Wake up, beautiful."

Rafe's whispering tickled Alison's ear, and she slowly opened her eyes. "Mmm," she moaned.

"Good morning," Rafe said softly, giving her a kiss on her shoulder.

Alison gazed sleepily at Rafe. "Mmm?"

Rafe laughed gently. "You look so tired."

"That's because I am," she mumbled. "That was some night." Alison smiled and closed her eyes again.

"Yes, I know. Are you hungry?"

"No. I'm sleepy."

Rafe laughed again. "Okay, well you rest, angel. And when you wake up, I'll have breakfast waiting for you." Rafe gave Alison a quick kiss on her cheek and hopped out of bed.

"Mmm-hmm." Alison could hear Rafe getting out of bed and slipping on some clothes. All she could think about was sleep though. But then suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

Rafe…making breakfast? He would need some help.

"Sweetheart, I'm awake!" Alison jumped out of bed and grabbed her robe.

But the second she stood up, Rafe was already walking towards the bed carrying a tray of food.

"What's all this?" Alison began to wonder if maybe she had fallen asleep again and Rafe had been making breakfast this whole time.

"Looks like breakfast."

"Um, did I fall back asleep? Because you sure whipped that up pretty fast."

Rafe laughed. "Actually, funny thing, um, it was on the table…and your guess is as good as mine as to where it came from."

Rafe and Alison looked at each other. "Ed," they said in unison.

"Well I guess we should eat then, huh?"

Alison laughed. The two of them sat down to have breakfast in bed.

"Those strawberries look really good!" Alison mentioned.

"Well then you'll…" Rafe took a strawberry and dipped it in sugar. "You'll just have to taste it then, won't you?" Rafe fed the berry to Alison. "Come here," Rafe whispered and leaned forward to kiss Alison.

"I feel like the luckiest woman alive. I want every morning to be just like this one."

"Well it will."

Alison smiled.

"So what were you dreaming about?"

"Hmm?" Alison mumbled, having just bit into a big, juicy strawberry.

"You were sleeping pretty good this morning. I thought that maybe you were dreaming about something."

"Oh, well I was."

"Well?"

"I was dreaming of making love to you."

Rafe laughed. "Come on, what were you really dreaming about?"

"That was what I was really dreaming about!" Alison laughed. "I guess I couldn't help it…last night was just so wonderful that I was dreaming of it in my sleep."

"Is that so?" Rafe asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

Rafe laughed as he climbed over the crumpled bed sheets and kissed her sugary lips.