Aria sits curled in Marco’s arms- one ear listing to the steady, calming beat of his heart, the other taking in the rain as it lands gently on the cabin’s rooftop. She sighs contentedly as Marco strokes her hair, smiling down at her. It is a rare and wonderful Christmas for them- neither of them having known love before. A simple string of colored lights adorns the room. Candles, scattered here and there, flicker as the smell of pine permeates the cabin… Marco’s heartfelt proposal, Aria’s joyful tears, a borrowed white dress, an unexpected elopement, and now a Christmas honeymoon.
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