Daisy nodded slowly and looked around. She hadn’t been to his house yet, so everything was new to her. Turning back to Arvil, she gave him a small smile.
“Thank you. I appreciate it,” she said softly, reaching over to give his hand a gentle squeeze. “Do I get a tour tomorrow?”
“Definitely,” Arvil nodded, squeezing her hand back. Gosh, she was his wife now. It was unbelievable. “It might seem a little too large, but… you’ll get used to it. At least, I hope you do.”
“All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you in the morning,” Daisy murmured, glancing toward the rooms. She smiled up at Arvil and slipped her hand from his slowly. “Goodnight…”
“Goodnight, Daisy,” Arvil said softly. “If you need anything, just let me know, okay? We’ll be leaving for our… honeymoon in the afternoon tomorrow.”
Daisy blinked, having forgotten about the honeymoon. She knew what most people did on their honeymoons, but she knew they wouldn’t be doing that.
“Right. What time do we leave?” she asked, standing in the entry to the hallway.
“Around one,” Arvil responded, running a hand through his hair. He followed after Daisy, his room in the same direction. “But we’ll be getting up before that, obviously.”
“Okay. And yes, of course we would,” Daisy said with a soft chuckle. “Around eight or nine, maybe? Do you want me to make breakfast?”
“We'll just go out to eat breakfast,” Avril offered. “You’ll be just as tired tomorrow, so you’ll need a day’s break. Don’t worry about it, okay?”
Daisy blinked, then glanced over at him. She shook her head a bit, frowning slightly.
“I don’t mind, Arvil. Really. I enjoy cooking,” she assured him as they neared her room.
“And I enjoy your cooking,” Arvil chuckled, stopping in front of her door. “Well, I’ll be up early, anyway, so we’ll work it out together. I don’t exactly stand by in support of women being assigned to the kitchen while the men do nothing. I like to help out. I promise I won’t burn anything.”
“Oh, really? You can promise that?” Daisy asked teasingly, poking him in the side with a grin. “But all right. Thank you.”
“Hey, I’ve never burned anything in my life,” Arvil defended himself, snatching her finger. Even though his words were full of pretense emotion, he was grinning back at her. “If you’re a horrible teacher, I’m sure my record’s going to break.”
“Well, I’ve never had to teach anyone how to cook, so let’s hope that I am not. Otherwise, we just might have to go out for breakfast like you said,” Daisy chuckled. She wiggled her hand, trying to get it out of his grip. “Give me my finger back, nerd.”
Arvil grinned wider at her. “Don’t let me down,” he teased before his hold on her finger tightened. He then took her entire hand in his. “Try to take it from me, darling.”
Daisy’s nose crinkled, even as a light blush coated her cheeks. She wasn’t flustered, not yet, but if things kept going like this and got further…
“But it’s my hand. I should get it back. Or do I have to sue you for it?” she joked, trying to pull her hand from his again.
Arvil sighed dramatically before letting go of her hand. He noticed the faint blush, but he didn’t tease her further.
“Well, I don’t want to lose money, so,” he shrugged. “Goodnight, Daisy.”
Daisy blinked, surprised that he actually met her hand go. She’d been expecting something else if she was being honest. Something completely different…
“Oh. Sure. Goodnight again, Arvil,” she said softly, giving him a quick smile as she backed toward her door. She nodded at him in farewell, then slipped into her room.
She had a few sets of clothes already moved over, having known they would be going on their honeymoon and she wouldn’t have time to get anything first, so she already had some things to wear. So she changed into the comfiest set of pajamas she owned: a pair of gray pants with white bows on them and long-sleeved shirts that matched. Once she was finished and had brushed her teeth, she collapsed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
[TIME SKIP: THE NEXT DAY]
It took some time for Arvil to fall asleep, but he did so eventually. He had been pretty exhausted, with lack of sleep and whatnot. But as usual, he woke up at seven on the dot. It was now more of a habit due to his work.
He needed coffee. He hated starting his day without coffee, and he got quite grumpy without it. So after using the restroom, brushing his teeth and all the good stuff, the newly married man made his way down to the kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and waited for his coffee to be made. Daisy hadn't come down yet, which was… well, not so bad. They were married now. It was still hard to believe.
But the truth was there, on his finger.
Daisy woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room. It took her a moment to remember that this was her bed and her room and that she was in the house she was now sharing with Arvil. It was an odd feeling, realizing that.
After showering (there was so much hairspray in her hair from the wedding), getting dressed, and brushing her hair, she made her way downstairs. Arvil was already in the kitchen when she got there, sipping on a cup of coffee. She waved a little and walked over, glancing around for a cup.
“Where are the mugs?” she asked quietly, giving him a small smile before yawning.
After he had poured his coffee, Arvil sat down on a chair on the table, sipping the drink. A few minutes later, Daisy entered the kitchen, and Arvil swore he felt a little better when she smiled at him. He wanted her to smile so much more. It was a beautiful smile.
At her question, he pointed to a cupboard in front of him–on her left–. It was a glass cupboard, lined with pretty mugs. The middle section had bigger ones. His mother and sister had a knack for pretty dishware. Arvil didn't mind them, either.
"Pick whichever you like," he murmured. "The sugar's in the pot next to the coffee machine. How'd you sleep?"
Daisy let out a little, “Ah,” when she saw the mugs, then grabbed one she liked. At Arvil’s question, she glanced at him from her spot near the coffee pot and paused what she was doing.
“I slept… really well, actually. I think it was everything from yesterday catching up to me,” she said softly, turning back to fill her cup. She put a couple spoonfuls of sugar in, then took a sip, grimaced, and put another couple in. “I was out the moment I laid down.”
"That's good," Arvil hummed, looking over to the seat on the other side, an indication for her to take that one. "Was the bed okay? I usually prefer something between soft and hard, but if you like a softer mattress, I can arrange for that. I should have thought of that before, but… with everything going on, it slipped my mind."
“Oh, no, it’s fine. It was a good bed,” Daisy assured him, walking over and sitting down beside him. “Anything particular you’d like for breakfast?”
“Not particularly,” Arvil admitted, turning to look at her. He reached out slowly to gently brush his thumb against her cheek. “I was thinking simple bread and eggs?”
Daisy froze when Arvil touched her face, unsure of how to feel about it. She liked it, for sure, but… was it too soon?
“Toasted or not? Any butter?” she asked quietly. “And how do you like your eggs?”