Being married, being a husband, having Savannah for his wife was all better than he'd imagined it to be, and some small part of him wondered why he'd always thought this was beyond his reach. Having Savannah there against his side felt like the most natural thing in the world, and it seemed like it would feel more strange not to have it if he was being perfectly honest.
That morning he lay beside her, arm around her shoulders when she pressed up against his side, warm and soft and perfect. He huffed a short breath of laughter and shook his head. "I like the blushing." He reminded her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "I never thought I'd be marrying anyone, blushing or not - so I suppose you're right, that never really entered my mind before now."
"Though, I have to say, now that you are my blushing bride I can't imagine wanting to have you any other way." He teased her gently.