Lycia

“I’ll be right back.” Logan kissed me as I lay on a deckchair a few days later with a towel over my stomach, getting some sun. It was gorgeous outside, the perfect weather. “Will you be okay alone for a minute?”

We had spent the last few days snorkeling and swimming during the day and dining out and dancing or staying in our hut at night. It was the most glorious honeymoon I could imagine.

I nodded, smiling as I looked up at him. “I’ll be right ...