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Honeymoon [for Meredith]
Nov. 6th, 2011 01:59 amSean had been mildly concerned that the day after the wedding spent getting their few affairs in order might serve as something of a disconnect, separating the big day from the week of relaxation (among other things) ahead of he and Meredith.
He needn't have worried. While he can only speak for himself, the day seems to pass in a blur of last-minute plans and conversations, and by the time he rejoins Meredith (his wife, no qualifiers or further explanations needed) near sunset, he's still riding high on yesterday's excitement, the whole day feeling like little more than a brief detour. He's accounted for himself professionally, Doc's being taken care of, the hut has even been hastily decorated to make it seem like a little bit more of a getaway; all that's left to concern himself with is her.
"Should I carry ye o'er the threshold?" Sean asks once they're home, grinning cheekily. "It's a wee bit late, I ken, but we sorta skipped o'er it yesterday."
He needn't have worried. While he can only speak for himself, the day seems to pass in a blur of last-minute plans and conversations, and by the time he rejoins Meredith (his wife, no qualifiers or further explanations needed) near sunset, he's still riding high on yesterday's excitement, the whole day feeling like little more than a brief detour. He's accounted for himself professionally, Doc's being taken care of, the hut has even been hastily decorated to make it seem like a little bit more of a getaway; all that's left to concern himself with is her.
"Should I carry ye o'er the threshold?" Sean asks once they're home, grinning cheekily. "It's a wee bit late, I ken, but we sorta skipped o'er it yesterday."
