Chapter 120 - Honeymoon I

She walked through the living room and down the hall, but he wasn't there. She frowned a little. "Blaze, where are you?" she called again, seeing no sight of him anywhere in the mansion.

Finally, she heard his voice—rich and steady. "I'm in here!"

Savannah turned toward the sound, her eyebrows pulling together. The voice came from the kitchen. The kitchen? She hurried there, her heart beating faster out of curiosity.

When she entered the massive kitchen, the sight before her stopped her in her tracks. Blaze stood by the counter, a cooking apron tied snugly around his waist over a white tee and dark jeans. He was chopping vegetables with practiced ease, his movements precise and confident. On the stove, several pots simmered, releasing mouthwatering aromas into the air.

Savannah's jaw dropped as she stared at him in disbelief. "What... are you doing?" she asked, her voice full of shock.

Blaze looked up with a small smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze. "Cooking, honey," he said simply, his deep voice full of amusement before going back to chopping.

"Can you really cook?" Savannah asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

Blaze grabbed a ladle, dipped it into one of the pots, and scooped out a spoonful of steaming soup. He held it out to her. "Try this."

Still a bit stunned, Savannah moved closer and took the spoon. The flavors burst on her tongue—rich, savory, perfectly seasoned. Her eyes opened wide with joy. "Blaze, this is... amazing! The best soup I've ever had!"

Blaze smiled, looking pleased. "Glad you like it."

Savannah, still processing everything, crossed her arms. "Why didn't you ever say you could cook?"

Blaze laughed and went back to his chopping. "I never said anything, but I've cooked for you before."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "You have?"

Savannah's eyes went wide as the memories flooded back. "Wait... that was you?"

He looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You remember now?"

"I thought the chef made those meals!" she said, feeling both surprised and embarrassed.

Blaze set down the knife, wiping his hands on a towel. He walked around the counter to where she stood, his gaze warm as he cupped her face. "Now you know," he said softly, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "But it was more fun to surprise you like this."

Savannah pouted, her lips forming a small sulk. "You should've told me," she muttered.

Blaze chuckled and put his hands on her waist, pulling her close. "I'll make it up to you," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

Savannah leaned against the counter, her cheeks turning red as he got closer, making her heart race. "You'd better," she said with a tease.

Blaze smirked, his hands firm on her hips. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the counter, her legs naturally parting to accommodate him as he stepped between them. The hem of her sundress slid slightly up her thighs, making her blush.

"Now," Blaze said, his hands resting on her thighs, "what do you want for breakfast?"

Savannah wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until their faces were mere inches apart. Her breath tickled his lips as she whispered, "How about Blaze Baldwin, served with a splash of thick coconut juice and a variety of chili peppere?"

Blaze's eyes darkened, his control slipping at her playful tone. He tilted his head, his lips brushing against hers. "Your wish is my command, Mrs. Baldwin," he murmured, his voice deep and laced with desire, as he ran his both the palms up and down her thighs, feeling her bare beautiful skin.

The heat between them crackled as their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss. The scent of the cooking food lingered in the air, but it was forgotten as they got lost in each other. The mansion, the kitchen, the world outside-it all melted away, leaving only Savannah and Blaze in their perfect little paradise.

San Blas Island

The plane landed smoothly on the runway, with the bright blue waters of the San Blas Islands sparkling in the sun. From her window seat, Savannah stared in wonder at the iconic whitewashed buildings perched on the cliffs, their blue domes matching the endless sky above.

"We're here," Blaze said, his deep voice snapping her out of her thoughts. He reached over and gently brushed his thumb against the back of her hand.

Savannah turned to him, beaming. "It's even more beautiful than I thought it would be."

Blaze's lips curled into a smirk. "Wait till you see where we're staying."

As they drove through the winding cobblestone streets, every turn revealed another picture-perfect scene.

When they got to their private villa, Savannah was speechless. It sat right on the edge of the caldera, with an infinity pool that looked like it blended right into the sea below. Inside, the place was just as amazing, with sleek but fancy decorations and huge windows that framed the stunning view.

Blaze dropped their bags and turned to Savannah, who was still taking it all in. "So, do you like it?" he asked.

She spun around, her eyes shining with happiness. "Blaze, it's perfect! This is... it's magical."

He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I wanted only the best for my wife."

Her heart skipped a beat hearing him say "wife." The word was still new and exciting to her. She leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss. "Thank you," she murmured.

As the sun started to go down, coloring the sky in shades of gold and pink, Blaze and Savannah headed to Oila, a pretty little village famous for its breathtaking sunsets.

Savannah's eyes lit up when they came across a jewelry store with intricate handmade pieces displayed in the window. Blaze noticed her fascination and tugged her gently inside.

"Pick something," he said, his voice firm yet warm.

"Blaze, you don't have to-"

"I want to," he interrupted, his gaze steady.

Savannah smiled and finally picked out a delicate bracelet with tiny sapphires that matched the sea. Blaze put it on her wrist, and his fingers stayed there a moment longer than necessary.

"It's beautiful," she said, looking at it closely.

"Not as beautiful as you," Blaze replied smoothly, making Savannah roll her eyes playfully and laugh.

For dinner, they had a private meal on a terrace with a view of the caldera. Candles flickered between them, casting a warm light over the table set with fresh seafood, Greek wine, and traditional mezze.

"To us," Blaze said, lifting his glass.

"To us," Savannah repeated, her voice soft but full of emotion.

They clinked their glasses, and the sound rang out like a promise in the evening air.

As they ate, they chatted away about everything from their wedding memories to their hopes for the future. Savannah realized how comfortable it was talking to Blaze, how he made her feel understood, heard, and special.

After dinner, they lingered on the terrace, snuggling up while they watched the stars come out one by one. The world felt both huge and cozy, and Savannah couldn't picture a better moment.

Author's Note :

Thankyou for reading<3

Ik it's short but... I'll be continuing it in the next chapter.

I've written some fictional places, or have mixed them, don't get confused:)

Have a good day/night <3<3