He walks into the room, and shoots me a curious look as he climbs into bed beside me. “What are you looking at?”

“This.” It’s a black and white photo. My eyes are closed, and I have a smile on my face as my husband kisses my cheek. “Where did that come from? We need a print of that.”

His breath is hot behind my ear. “Reece took it. He sent it through to me earlier, and apparently he’s got a few candid shots he thinks will look great on the wall.”

“Reece is very clever.”

I smile at the post.

Today, I married my best friend and the love of my life. Turns out they’re the same person.

The first comment is unsurprisingly from Reece. No fair. I want a Delaney too. Can we clone her?

I let out a soft moan as Josh nuzzles my neck. “Put the phone down. We’re on our honeymoon, babe, and I want all your attention.”

“I want sleep. I’m all champagned and danced and sexed out.”

He laughs. “Come here and lie down so we can get some sleep then.”

I put the phone back on the bedside cabinet and snuggle down with Josh.

After all this time, it’s weird being married. But here we are.

Mr and Mrs Josh Carter.

* * *

Despite my wanting sleep, I can’t.

I find myself staring at the ceiling until three in the morning. I’m sure it’s the excitement of the day.

Whatever the reason, I have no ability to wind down.

I want that photo to be the background of my phone. Loading up Instagram, I head to his account again. I screenshot the image and save it.

If I could bottle the feeling of the last few days, I would. Leaving New Zealand again left me unsettled, even with all the love and support I’ve had. But Amelia’s happy, and now Josh and I are married. We’re a family.

I smile again at Reece’s comment. There are a ton of replies to it, and I don’t expand them because I’m sure there’ll be a ton of women propositioning him.

But I don’t miss the next comment.

Really? You could do so much better than her.

Gold digger.

Hope you’ve got a pre-nup.

Fake news. We all know the studio’s making you hide your real marriage to Gabby.

At that last one, my eyebrows rise. Apparently even a wedding isn’t enough to prove a real marriage.

“Babe?” Josh’s voice is thick with sleep. “What are you doing?”

“I just wanted a copy of that photo for my phone wallpaper. And then I started reading the comments.”