Alasdair was having a dream. It was a dream where he could see himself but not the woman he more or less wedded with.

"Happy wedding day, husband," she whispered, her head against Alasdair's head and her hands wrapped around his muscular waist as she stared deeply into his eyes, with it carrying different emotions.

"Happy wedding day, wifey," Alasdair smiled back at her, grinning from ear to ear. His happiness couldn't be hidden as he gazed into the eyes of the woman before him with love-filled eyes.

A sly look crossed her eyes and Alasdair could hold onto it, it was gone just as fast as it came.

She...