Morgan POV

A week passed slowly, and Ethan had started allowing people to carry him. My plans for our honeymoon had been finalized.

"Ready?" Tricia asked.

She was dressed in a fluffy gown. I remembered our last argument. We argued about a worker following us to take care of Ethan.

Tricia disagreed saying that she didn't want anyone with us.

"It won't be easy," she said. "But we should go on our honeymoon alone with Ethan Bliss."

I rolled my eyes and told her to remember how a ...