Warnings: None

Word Count: 1075

Sunlight was shining through the window when you blinked your eyes open. Tyler was wrapped tightly around you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He always looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, you hated to wake him up.

"Ty," you called softly, running a hand through his soft hair.

"What?" he mumbled into your neck. You could feel the heat of his breath.

"It's time to get up."

He sighed and tightened his grip around you, pulling you closer to him.

"Five more minutes?"

"Fine, but then we're getting up because we have a lot to do today."

"Ok," he smiled happily.

You started to trace the outlines of Tyler's tattoos. He hummed happily as you did so.

Five minutes later, you were practically dragging Tyler out of bed. It took some convincing, but he eventually gave in and slid out from under the covers. You watched as he walked across the room, light shining across his bare chest and illuminating his tattoos. He turned to look at you, and you quickly looked away.

"We're married, you know. You don't have to pretend like you weren't looking," he smiled.

Your cheeks flushed from embarrassment, "What can I say? You still make me nervous."

He walked over to where you were standing in front of the mirror and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You might want to work on that, because you're stuck with me forever now," he smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek before walking over to grab clothes from his suitcase.

"I would hardly call it being stuck with you," you answered, fixing a loose strand of hair. "Now can you hurry up and get dressed?"

Water lapped at your feet as you and Tyler walked along the coastline. His fingers were intertwined with yours, and you were absentmindedly swinging your hand back and forth as you looked out over the ocean.

"Isn't it beautiful out here?" you asked, turning to face Tyler.

"It is, but I'm focused on something more beautiful right now," he smiled.

You gave him a light shove as color rose to your cheeks.

"You know, you don't have to say that every time I point out how beautiful something is, Ty."

"I know, but I have yet to see anything more beautiful than you."

You shook your head and turned back to look out over the ocean.

"Do you want to sit for awhile?" Tyler asked.

"Sure."

Tyler led you over to a dry spot in the sand, safe from the incoming waves. You took a seat on the sand, trying your best not to get it in your clothes. Tyler sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"You know, if someone told me when I was younger that I was going to be as happy as I am right now, I would have thought they were lying," Tyler said.

"Me too. I didn't think I was ever going to find someone who loved me."

"Well, I love you more than anything else in the world."

"I love you too, Ty."

You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. He reached over and grabbed one of your hands, absentmindedly tracing patterns and shapes on the back of it. The two of you sat quietly for awhile, simply enjoying each other's company and the sound of the ocean in front of you.

Eventually, Tyler decided that he wanted to head out and get some lunch. He helped you up off the sand and made sure you didn't have any sand on the back of your clothes. Once again, you two continued hand-in-hand down the beach towards the main part of town.

As you were walking, you suddenly stepped on something sharp. Your foot immediately shot up as a reflex, scaring Tyler a bit. You grabbed onto your now throbbing foot, using Tyler to keep your balance.

"Are you alright, love?" Tyler asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I stepped on something sharp," you winced. "Can you look at my foot and see if it's bleeding?"

Tyler helped you to turn so that he could better see your foot.

"No blood," he announced. "Just red."

"Ok," you sighed, slowly lowering your foot to the ground.

You started to walk, but the hot sand made your already sensitive foot hurt even worse. Tyler noticed you limping, and his face immediately fell.

"Here, get on my back," he said, lowering so that you could more easily climb onto his back.

"I'm not going to make you carry me," you said, waving an arm at him.

"Y/N, you can barely walk on your foot. It's not a big deal, now come on."

You shook your head, but got on his back nonetheless. There wasn't a point in fighting with him, you would end up giving in. He took a second to get you adjusted on his back before continuing to carry you along the beach.

There wasn't much you could do with a hurt foot, so Tyler ended up taking you back to your hotel room before going out again to pick up some food for the both of you. While he did that, you laid in bed with ice on your foot to help some of the swelling.

"I'm back," Tyler said, bumping the door closed with his hip.

He was carrying two large bags full of some of the most delicious smelling food. You watched happily as he laid everything out on the counter.

"What would you like?" he smiled from behind the stacks of food he had returned with.

Tyler piled portions of food on your plate as you listed off all of the things you wanted. He also made himself a plate before joining you in bed.

"Now what?" you asked, a plate full of food balanced precariously on your lap.

"Why don't we rent that movie you've been wanting to see?" Tyler asked.

"Yes, please!" you smiled.

After a few minutes of figuring out how to work the TV, you and Tyler were snuggled up in bed watching a movie and eating your dinner.

"I'm sorry that I ruined the rest of the day by hurting my foot," you said, turning to look at Tyler.

"You didn't ruin anything. The only thing that matters is that I get to spend time with you."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."