Honeymoon land

JESSICA

The minute we arrive at our honeymoon destination, I feel all my worries blow away with the crisp, salty wind of the beach resort. Palm trees line everywhere, swaying gracefully in the evening breeze, as we Charles and I make our way out of our secluded cabin and down the pathway. This rustic, private, and hidden cabin is just what I need for privacy with my husband.

Of course, it isn’t exactly privacy, since we have a bodyguard, nanny, and our six-month-old daughter with us, but it is the closest that we can get to privacy considering the circumstances. At least, our cabin has two floors, with Charles and I occupying the first floor alone, and the rest occupying the lower floor.

“This place is so nice.” Charles marvels as we walk, hand in hand. His voice is full of awe, but I notice that he keeps looking around as we walk. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“You think Charlotte could be hiding somewhere within the bushes? Oh, please! She’s just one woman.”

“Yeah, she is, but