Yuuri was struggling to wake up. She scrunches her nose and moans as she feels the sun hitting her face. She turns onto her side and searches for warmth, she found a smooth flat warm surface and knew automatically what it was. She smiles as she pressed her face against Victor’s chest. Sure she wasn’t ready to get up, but there isn’t anything wrong with cuddling your husband right? She opened her eyes to look at the diamond ring on her hand, she was Yuuri Nikiforov now, Victor’s wife. (Tada!!)
 ⛸Viktor slept peacefully, in complete bliss. It finally happened. They were married yesterday and now, as he began to stir feeling the girl beside him cuddle his chest, a part of his brain seemed to wake up before the rest of him. This would be their first morning together as wife and husband. He rolled onto his side and pulled Yuuri more against his chest, nuzzling into her hair with a lazy hum.Â
 “Good morning.” The silver haired male mumbled in a yawn, not wanting to ever leave their bed as he kept his wife-- his wife-- close to him.Â