Keep The Honey Doing

Axel

It’s a vibrant Sunday morning when we land in the Maldives. They say a honeymoon is like a blue lagoon; you would want to dive deeper to drown in sheer pleasure, but I feel otherwise; Robin is speaking with the hotel manager, asking for an extra mattress so she can sleep on the floor. What kind of husband am I if I book two separate rooms for us here?

I stand a few inches away behind her, watching the whole scene of bargaining where I find her face beautiful even in the true colors of dismay. Her face contorts sourly, and her golden yellow eyes are beaming with so much conviction.

“I told you Axel made a mistake arranging our rooms.”

Lea is the hotel manager's name in her nameplate, I wish her peace and serenity, but both will be impossible with my feisty little wife nagging like her mom.

“You mean your husband, ma'am?” Lea is forcing a pleasant smile for Roe out of her hospitality.

“I can call him a wanker or whichever I want; you said the hotel is fully booked; I understand tha