Mrs. Obasan

"We are not going home?" Kimberly asked, looking through the window even though it was dark already, and the only source of light was from the street lamps and headlights of other cars.

"Come on! Why would I take you home for our honeymoon?" Eric asked dryly.

"I don't think there is any hotel as fine as your house," Kimberly pointed out as she moved closer to him and Eric raised his arm as she could rest her head on his chest, while his other hand rested on her body. 

"Don't be so sure," Eric said with a chuckle. 

"But I didn't pack anything... I would need clothes," she said, sitting up to look at him.

"Prisca packed all the basic things you will need, and we can always buy the ones she didn't get. Now relax," Eric said as he drew her back to himself. 

Kimberly raised a hand to her lips as she yawned in exhaustion, "I hope we are not going very far? I'm tired already from the whole reception activities," Kimberly murmured.