Pillow

Sunlight was beating down on his skin, warming the bare flesh of his chest, arms and face. He stirred, waking slightly as the light drew him out of his sleep. He was about to roll over onto his chest to hide his face in the pillows, when he realized that there was something laying on him. Prying one open, he was met with rivers of silky red hair that were splayed out all over him. Now that he was awake enough to be thinking clearly, he remembered the day before. Tyson remembered Juliet in her beautiful white gown, designer of course, and Alice before her. Juliet had looked stunning on her father's arm, as she'd approached him.

Of course, the nerves had been rampaging in his head and stomach all morning, and only Trenton's quite reassurances had kept him from keeling over on the spot. His elder brother was his best man, of course, and Tyson wasn't sure what he would have done when the Preacher had told him to kiss his new wife, until his brother pinched him. When he'd opened his mouth to say something, Juliet had taken the initiative, pulling him down and kissing him, much to the amusement of the family and friends that had assembled to share this day with them.

To be honest, he didn't really recall the reception all that much. There was a lot of talking that had been boring, and then the dancing where Juliet had whispered in his ear all of the wonderfully terrible things that she was certain would occur on their honeymoon. The very thought had Tyson blushing the whole time, though he couldn't deny the anticipation welling up inside at the prospect of being able to love and cherish all of the the lithe woman in his arms. They didn't even stay for the whole reception, if his memory served him. Juliet had made some excuse to leave early, and by that time Theo had been too drunk to notice.

In the hours that had followed, Tyson had been incredibly awkward. Juliet had been the one to get them through those first few hours, and he hoped that she would never tell anyone that. Her coaxing, and her ability to rouse his passion had gotten him through his awkward stage, and soon He had no longer harbored any shyness about being with Juliet. He had spent hours, showing her how he felt, and then talking, and then using his body once more to show his beautiful wife just how much he cared.

Now, looking down at her, that word kept coming back to his mind- wife. It was such a powerful word, a powerful commitment that he'd made to Juliet Morhan- now, Juliet Maddox, now. He didn't know what lay ahead, but he did know that no matter how busy the two of them got with their seperate careers, and no matter how stressed life got, Tyson knew that he would love Juliet, as he already had. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, pleased by the sensation of her breath on his chest, and her fingers on his abdomen. They stayed that way for some time, with him just holding her, petting her hair.

Not too much later, Juliet stirred, placing a kiss to his chest, causing Tyson to shiver and place a kiss to her exposed shoulder. Juliet lifted her gaze to him, a mischevious twinkle hidden there.
"Still shy, Mr. Maddox?"
Tyson rolled, pinning Juliet's petite frame beneath his own.
"Not at all, Mrs. Maddox."

As he bent to kiss her, the last thing he noticed were the rivers of red hair splayed across his pillow.