Honeymoon

Racheal's pov

The wedding celebration was wonderful; laughter and merriment filled the air as the people celebrated their much-anticipated new Luna. 

Devon and I wasted no time in choosing our honeymoon destination, Paris. It's the city of love, after all. The preparations had proven to be a real nightmare, but we managed to scale through it all and boarded a flight to the famous city.

The plane's engines roared as it took off, lifting us into the night sky. My heart was quickening with each passing moment, terrified of the turbulence. Devon gave me a quizzical glance, curious to know the reason for my current state of panic. I manage to plaster a fake smile across my face.

"It's nothing; I'm just a bit scared of the turbulence." 

He smiled, reaching out to me as he intertwined his fingers in mine, then placed a gentle kiss at the back of my hand. A little gesture to love sent butterflies to my stomach.