43 Blueberry Hill, morning

[desertaliengirl]

It had been a week. But the bachelorette party had been fun and the wedding and reception had gone off without a hitch.

Isabel had planned on sleeping in late. But, perhaps not surprisingly, she was up early. The first thing she did was glance a her hand and the ring on her finger. Smiling happily as she slipped from the bed, she kept

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[gunsngloss]

Parker wandered in, looking that particular shade of pleased-with-herself that promised that naughtiness had occurred recently. Not a very awake pleased-with-herself yet, though.

"God, I love that you like to cook. So, so grateful for that." She gave a jaw-cracking yawn, and smirked. "Have fun last night?"

[desertaliengirl]

"I'm room service. Just without the actual making it to the room part," Isabel replied as she pulled the pan of french toast from the oven. "I did. The reception was great and then Wyatt and I went out for a little quiet time afterwards."

[gunsngloss]

Still not quite awake enough to notice certain jewelry, Parker yawned, then mmmm'd at the delicious scent of toast. "Awwww. Sweeeet." She grinned, then said, "I'm glad you two have finally straightened things out. Took you long enough."

[desertaliengirl]

Isabel wasn't going to tell her. She'd wait and let Parker notice in her own sweet time. "We were both stubborn. And stupid. But we got over it. Now that the wedding's done, we're going to get a place of our own."