Calling the tub ‘huge’ even seemed to be an understatement. Az was quite used to luxury, had known little else, but this was lavish even by her standards. Pleasantly so, mind you.
With her hair pinned up, and lounging quite happily in her bubble filled bath with Jeb, she never could resist bubble bath, the world seemed like quite the picture of perfection. Forget the world, the world could wait, with her husband grinning at her from across the tub. As silly as it was, her lips still curved and then pulled into a wide, beamingly bright smile at calling him her husband.
Her eyes only for him, Az had absolutely no qualms about getting up from her bubble covered seat, at least enough to move over to him. In order to press her lips against his, one hand on his arm, feeling as if she could happily never stop kissing him. For the rest of her life she could touch and kiss him, be held by him and curl up alongside his side. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, he was hers and she was his.