The first rays of Hawaiian sunlight slipped quietly into the bedroom, painting the walls with a soft golden glow. Isabella stirred gently, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly woke. The first thing she felt was warmth — Elijah's arms wrapped securely around her, his chest rising and falling against her back.
For a moment, she simply breathed him in, comfort washing over her.
Elijah noticed her shifting and opened his eyes. A slow, sleepy smile formed on his lips as he tightened his hold on her."Good morning, my wife," he murmured, his voice low from sleep.
Isabella turned in his arms so she could face him, her hair falling softly across her cheek. Elijah tucked a strand behind her ear and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips — slow, warm, unhurried.She smiled against his mouth. "Good morning."
He kissed her again, this time on her cheek, then her forehead, then the tip of her nose. Each kiss was soft, playful, affectionate."You look beautiful," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her jaw.
Isabella's cheeks warmed as she pulled herself closer to him, resting her head against his chest. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, listening to the distant ocean outside and the quiet morning settling around them.
After a few minutes, Elijah shifted, pressing one last kiss to her forehead."Stay here," he said gently. "I'll be right back."
She blinked up at him, confused but amused as he slipped out of bed. "Elijah? What are you doing?"
"You'll see," he answered with a smirk.
Isabella curled up beneath the blankets, listening as he moved quietly through the house. The sounds of soft clinking, a cupboard opening, the faint aroma of fresh fruit and warm pastries drifting through the air — whatever he was doing, he was doing it with care.
A few minutes later, the door opened again.
Elijah walked in carrying a wooden tray balanced in his hands. On it sat a small vase with a white hibiscus flower, a bowl of fresh tropical fruit, warm croissants, and a glass of orange-pineapple juice.
"For you," he said softly, placing the tray on her lap. "Your first breakfast as my wife."
Isabella's eyes softened. "Elijah… this is so sweet."
He sat beside her on the bed, leaning in to kiss her again — a long, slow good-morning kiss that made her heart flutter."I wanted your day to start beautifully," he murmured, brushing his nose lightly against hers. "Just like you."
She blushed and nudged him playfully. "You're making it very difficult not to fall even more in love with you."
"That's the point," he teased, kissing her once more.
And as they shared breakfast in the soft morning light, wrapped in the warmth of each other and the gentle Hawaiian breeze drifting through the window, Isabella realized something:
This wasn't just a honeymoon morning.It was the beginning of their life — peaceful, tender, and deeply, unexpectedly sweet.