Sebastian's Point Of View
...later that afternoon
As we stepped out of the car and onto the dock, I gazed out at the sleek, white cruise ship waiting for us. Mia stood beside me, her eyes fixed on the ship with a look of quiet appreciation.
"It's beautiful," She said, her voice low and even.
I nodded, my expression stern. "I'm glad you approve," I said, my voice firm.
She glanced up at me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for taking me even though you didn't have to. You know, given our circumstances," She said, her voice filled with a quiet sincerity.
"You're my wife, and we talked about this," I told her.
I looked down at her, my eyes meeting hers. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the world around us fading into the background.
Then, without thinking
