"Where are we going?" Sophie whined, wheedling on her husband who refused to tell her for the second time where they were headed.

"Sophie, you need to learn a part of human life: patience. Patience is a virtue. I've said it before and I have a feeling I will be saying it for the rest of my life when I'm around you. Please be patient and you'll be rewarded," smiled Fitz. Sophie sighed and sat back in her plane seat, trying to get comfortable in her anxious curiosity.

Finally, about forever later, they finally got off of the plane. Sophie still had no idea where they were until she heard a monotone announcement over the airport loudspeaker:

"Welcome to Wellington, New Zealand."

Sophie glanced at Fitz who looked straight ahead, his lips twitching as he fought to keep a smile off his face. "Fitz! We're in New Zealand!?"

"Yup. I already booked hotels and researched some places to go and everything." Fitz looked at Sophie and smiled his movie-star smile. Sophie tiptoed onto the tips of her toes and kissed him.

He pulled away, rolling his eyes and saying, "Sophie, we need to get to the hotel! I can't do it if you keep distracting me at every single destination that we go to." Sophie sighed but linked her arm through Fitz's and said, "Onward!" something she had never said before. "Where is this hotel anyway?" Sophie asked, looking around the airport to see where most of the people were heading to try to gain some semblance of bearings.

Fitz consulted his papers. "It's called ibis Wellington and apparently it's the number one hotel in New Zealand so... I figured we might as well test the theory."

They took a taxi to the hotel and got unpacked. It was midday so they decided to go get some lunch. They went to a small restaurant/cafe type place called The Hangar, which turned out to be more of a coffee shop. Sophie had never had coffee before, seeing as the elves didn't have it and she hadn't been allowed to have it in the human world at twelve years old or younger, but Fitz had had some when he was looking for her and opted to get tea instead. Sophie found she actually liked coffee and drank two cups.

Next they visited The Museum of New Zealand and learned a lot about the culture. Sophie and Fitz spent hours in there, trying to absorb everything and see everything, and by the time they got back out, it was almost dark and they were ready for dinner. They went to Logan Brown for dinner and Sophie loved it. She had a King Salmon with artichoke and other herbs and Toffee Milk Chocolate ice cream. She also had her first cup of wine, so maybe that was why it was the highlight of the day... Sophie had more fun than she had ever had in her life.

That night, Sophie felt happy. She couldn't believe how lucky she had gotten with her choice of husbands. She turned towards Fitz who was lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a slight smile on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked quietly, not wanting to break the peacefulness of the night.

"I'm thinking about how happy I am to be here with my dream girl of six years or so. I love you, Sophie, and I really do hope you know that." He turned to her and smiled.

"I know. I love you, too, Fitz. Despite everything we've been through, despite... just everything, I will always love you. I mean, sure, we've had really hard times in the past, including when you punched me and—"

"I said I was sorry!" Fitz exclaiming, nudging Sophie's side.

"Yeah, well, it still hurt," Sophie said, though she was smiling, showing her obvious forgiveness.

He blew out a breath. "Sophie, I'm sorry. I love you. Only you. And I never meant anything bad that I may have ever said to you."

"I know that, Fitz." She turned to her side and tried to sleep.

"Darling?" she heard.

Sophie sat up. Fitz looked over, sitting up as well, his hair still frustratingly perfect despite having been lied on for a good hour. "What?"

"Did you just call me Darling?" Sophie asked incredulously, her nose wrinkling.

"Umm, maybe? Why? Was I not supposed to?" Fitz asked, blushing.

"It's weird. And really sudden. And—" Fitz cut Sophie off as she struggled to think of words to describe how she felt.

"Okay, okay, scratch the darling. From now on, you're Sophie or Soph." Fitz paused and smiled devilishly. "Or The Little Wife to my 'bros' which mostly consists of Keefe."

"FITZ!" Sophie shouted, kicking him lightly in the side. He groaned and she leaned down and kissed him long and hard. "I take everything back. I hate you," she whispered while taking a breath.

"I hate you, too," Fitz said and grabbed Sophie and kissed her again. It was deep and soft and electric and amazing and fireworks were exploding and waterfalls were raging and Sophie was dying as she suffered for air...

Sophie had a hard time falling asleep after that.

The next morning, Fitz woke Sophie up early. They had a quick breakfast of eggs and bacon, which they got from room service at the hotel and headed out. They took a very long ride to Auckland and Sophie was excited, sure that whatever was coming next was going to be amazing. Her hopes were dashed though, as they ended up going bungee jumping, much to Sophie's horror, at Sky Tower. Fitz legit had to cling onto her for twenty minutes before Sophie was able to get up the nerve to jump. Once she did it once though, she loved it and they went several times before Fitz decided that it was time to get back. Fitz could not stop saying "I told you so" for the rest of the day.

"So. Where to for dinner?" Fitz asked, staring at the sky as if trying to gauge the time.

"I don't know. What do you feel like?" Sophie asked, her stomach grumbling. She had that feeling like she was hungry but nothing sounded really appetizing and she needed somebody else to choose for her. (A/N is that just me??)

"Oh, I don't know. It's your choice. Actually, I'm not too hungry." Fitz said.

"I'm only a little hungry and I don't have anything that I want to eat so..." Sophie agreed. Despite the fact that they had had such a light breakfast, she felt suddenly full and vaguely tired. "Do you want to just go back to our room and order some sorbet or something light or something?"

"Sure," Fitz said. They arrived at their room and Sophie called for room service. "Lemon or strawberry, Fitz?" she shouted.

"Strawberry," he called from the shower.

"One strawberry sorbet and one lemon sorbet, please. Our room number is 308. Yes. Thank you," Sophie said into the receiver.

She placed the phone back down.

She picked up her own smartphone and scrolled through all of the images she had taken and the really terrible-amazing video Fitz had taken of Sophie screaming her head off on her first time bungee jumping. She posted it to her Instagram and shut her phone off.

Fitz's phone was lying on the bed. It dinged and lit up. Sophie looked towards the bathroom where she could still hear the water running. She reached over and picked up Fitz's phone, telling herself it was okay now that they were married. (a/n Of course, it really isn't ever okay to invade someone's privacy but for the sake of the story...)

It was a text message from Keefe. It read, "What's up bro?"

She opened his phone and typed back, "Nm. Hbu?" feeling vaguely as if she was doing something wrong but still doing it for some reason. Besides, it was Keefe.

"Just chilling. With ur sis." Keefe texted back. Soon after, an image of a smiling Biana and a grinning Keefe was sent. Sophie was confused at the obvious absence of Tam but decided not to ask. 

"Dude. Don't u dare mess with my sis." Sophie texted, hoping that sounded like something Fitz would say.

"Hbu? Wheres Soph?" Keefe asked.

"Here with moi." Maybe he would think they were in Paris. Or maybe he would have no clue what she had just said. Sophie opened Fitz's images and sent one of her laughing.

"Aww cools man. Where u now?"

"New zealand. We lovin it." Sophie hated text language. It was so against the rules of grammar.

"Luckyyy. Wish we were there."

"Ew, Keefe, that's gross. We're HERE. ALONE. MARRIED." Nope, she definitely sounded like herself. Luckily, Keefe hasn't seemed to caught on yet and she hoped it stayed that way.

"I know. I can't believe u guys are MARRIED. I've been pining for Foster for so long it's hard to believe she's with someone else in the end. Oh well. Alls good. Biana's prettyyyy cool too. *wink wink*"

"Ew dude. Did not need to know that."

Sophie closed out of the messages. She started going through Fitz's phone for no logical reason. She didn't know what she was doing but she was under some delusional spell.

"YOU HAVE 3 NEW MESSAGES FROM LINH SONG"

She opened the thread. "Hi Fitz."

"It's Linh."

"Where are you guys?"

Sophie typed back. "New Zealand. Sophie and I just went bungee jumping."

"Really?"

"Yup. It took forever to convince Soph btw. Obviously."

"I figured. How were you ever able to? Sophie is so... scared about everything."

Sophie recoiled. What? "What do you mean?"

"Seriously, Fitz? Sophie is so delicate. And scared. She acts all tough but inside we all know she's not. She's just a little girl. You even said it yourself a little while ago, remember?"

Sophie was about to reply when Fitz came out. "Whatcha doing, Soph?" he asked, his face hidden under a towel as he dried his hair and face.

Sophie looked at Fitz, not even bothering to drop his phone. "I can't believe you."

"What?" Fitz looked confused and then looked at Sophie's hands. "What are you doing with my phone?"

"What? Oh. That. Well, I was texting KEEFE."

"Couldn't you have done it from your own phone?" Fitz asked.

"No. He texted you so I responded for you," Sophie said.

"Sophie. What are you hiding from me?" Fitz asked, narrowing his eyes a little and having the decency to look at least a little afraid.

Sophie took a deep breath. "What are you hiding from me, Fitz?" He looked at her dumbly. "Tell me and I won't be mad. I'll forgive everything. What have you been saying about me?"

"What? Nothing. Sophie, what are you talking about?" Fitz looked confused and some part of Sophie took pity on him as she deemed to explain.

"How about the conversation that you had with Linh a while ago about how scared and delicate I am? About how I pretend to be strong and brave but I'm really not?" Sophie yelled.

"What? I never said that, Sophie, promise." Fitz looked more confused than ever.

"Then what's this?" Sophie asked, shoving the phone and the conversation with Linh into Fitz's hands. He grabbed it. (A/N I can just imagine this happening in a newly wed couple. Is that just me?)

He read it through quickly and then laughed short and quick. It made Sophie's blood boil. "It's all a misunderstanding. I said to Linh a LONG LONG time ago back when we were fighting that you weren't as strong as you thought you were. But that was when I hated you."

"So you admit it. You hated me!" Sophie said, feeling the tears rise behind her eyes. She couldn't believe it. And did she have to learn about this now? She didn't even feel guilty about going through his phone anymore.

"No! I meant when we were fighting and you kissed Keefe and I kissed Linh and stuff. Honest, Soph, I didn't say anything when we weren't fighting and mad at each other."

Sophie didn't know whether to believe him so she grabbed the comforter off of the bed and moved it to the couch. Then she grabbed the pillow and smacked it a couple of times to fluff it up; she chucked it on the sofa. "I'm sleeping here tonight," she announced.

There was a knock on the door. Nobody moved to get it. Frankly, neither of them felt like eating sorbet right now.

"Sophie, I'm sorry, but you really don't understand! Sophie!" Fitz said desperately, grabbing her arm. "Please believe me. I would never say anything bad about you. I love you."

"Let go of me," Sophie said, not looking at him. "It's just... you couldn't have told me? I have no idea what else you may have said about me behind my back and that makes me not want to believe you right now. Call me melodramatic but I'm just not sure how I feel about all this." She turned away.

"Sophie. Look at me." Fitz grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "I didn't do anything wrong. I never said anything else about you that wasn't positive. Ask Keefe. I promise."

"I don't know what to believe anymore, Fitz," Sophie said.

"I love you," Fitz said, his voice cracking.

And as much as Sophie didn't want to say it, she said, "I love you." But she didn't look at him as she said it. She slept on the bed that night: Fitz insisted he take the couch, which Sophie couldn't help but think was sexist and just proved her point.

For the rest of the week, they had as much fun as they could but something was off. Sophie could feel it and she knew Fitz could feel it and it dampened all of the things they did. They went sightseeing and hiking and took pictures and had amazing food but their relationship was askew. However, on the last day, Sophie forgave Fitz before leaving the hotel.

"Fitz," she said, touching his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I forgive you. And I love you. And I believe you," Sophie said. "I'm sorry."

"I love you too. And thank you," Fitz responded.

"For what?"

"For believing in me."