HEJ, MY LOVE

ABORT MISSION

Sierra kissed Jonas and stopped, "let's call Leone."

"It's not that I don't want to, but it's 3 AM in Stockholm," Jonas reminded.

"Oh, I forgot we're in another time zone."

"I told my parents to call us when Leone was up; it's easier that way. So what do you want to do? I imagine you're jet-lagged."

"I'm not feeling it for the moment," Sierra tilted her head from side to side. She did feel good despite the long flight, which was a first for her.

"It can happen tomorrow. One never knows. For today we can look about and go to the beach if you want," Jonas said.

He couldn't believe they were there together, but above all that, they were married. The mans' thoughts had a hard time landing.

"Sounds good; I'm dying to take a shower," Sierra said, snapping the man out of his daze.

Jonas whiffed himself, "me too."

Their last shower was almost a day old. Jonas didn't want Sierra to regret marrying him too soon.

"You go first, Jonas. I'll start to unpack."

"Okay."

Jonas left, and Sierra opened her luggage. On one side, she had her North Face puffer jacket ready for the flight back, where she knew the Swedish winter would whiplash her with chilly winds. On the other side, she had Ali baba's cave: Kiki Montparnasse, Agent Provocateur, Livy, Self-Portrait, Aubade, Chantelle, and Eres; Sierra had an armada of bridal lingerie and swimwear. Enough to climb down a two-story building if one knotted the undies to make a rope and what to make her husband's heart and lower member peak like Mount Everest.

For the moment, Sierra chose the bikini to wear under her dress.

Jonas came out from the shower shortly after, and they switched. She found the man in a beige linen shirt and white shorts when she finished.

"Thank goodness this place is air-conditioned."

"Tell me about it; I feel as though I went from a freezer to the oven. The change is so drastic," Sierra said as she pulled her hair in a high ponytail. Her pressed hair was already ringing the frizz alert; there was no point fighting to try to maintain. She knew the pool and the beach would kill her straight strands vibe. The honeymoon would end with her having shrunken curly coils in a shoulder-length bob.

She suddenly wondered where she could get her hair done in Stockholm. She didn't know any addresses. Were there even salons for afro hair?

Jonas interrupted the reflection, "we should eat something. Do you want to go to the restaurant, or do you want room service?"

Sierra smiled, "let's go out."

The couple left the room to discover their surroundings; the island was small and an adults-only location mainly reserved for honeymoons. Davui royal resort had sixteen bungalows for sixteen couples, with one word in order intimacy. It took about an hour to walk around the island, and there was nothing else to do except water sports, relaxation, and testing the bedroom mattress resistance.

If they wanted to see more of the Fiji Islands, boats left every two hours for the mainland. "Wow, the water is so clear," Sierra said as she dipped her feet in the water, "it's hard to believe places like this exist when you live in cities."

"But they do; there's so much to see in the world, wait and see."

The honeymoon was the first of the many voyages he hoped they would do for Jonas. They walked about a little more before stopping at the Banyan restaurant, where Stephan frantically waved for them to join him and his wife.