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The morning of June 15th begins suddenly with a low voice in her ear.
“Amelia Maria Santiago-Peralta,” the voice is quiet, but it rumbles with delight. And even though she groans instinctively at her abrupt return to consciousness, she can’t help but to smile when his lips brush against her ear. “Do you know what today is?”
“Mmm,” she turns her head to bury her face in her pillow for one more moment, before rolling over to her back. When her eyes flutter open she finds him leaning over her, propped up on his elbow, grinning far too brightly for six o’clock in the morning. “It’s Friday,” she mumbles, “and my middle name’s not Maria.”
He snorts and leans forward, and her eyes close just their lips meet in a slow, leisurely kiss. She’s got her fingers slipping through the curls at the nape of his neck when he pulls away, and when she opens her eyes his whole expression is awash with unadulterated affection. “You’re technically not wrong, Amy Jolene Santiago-Peralta,” she laughs, curling her fingers so her nails scrape gently against his scalp. “But that’s not quite the answer we were looking for.”
“It’s not Jolene,” she says through her grin, shifting a little on the pillow to look him more directly in the eye. “And let me think…is it someone’s birthday?”
“It is not someone’s birthday, Amy May Santiago-Peralta.”
“Hm…is your mom’s art gallery opening today?”
His face falls for a moment, before relief quickly overtakes him. “That’s next week, Amelia Mignonette Santiago-Peralta.” He says smugly. “Try again.”
She furrows her brow. “Mignon- is that from The Princess Diaries?”
“Don’t try to change the subject Amelia Corona Santiago-Peralta -”
Her laughter is loud, and when she tugs on his hair he goes willingly, muffling his own laughter into her neck. The mattress quakes merrily beneath her back from their combined movements.
“You’re an idiot,” she finally breathes after a long moment. He releases something between a grunt and a bark of laughter that buzzes against her neck, and then quickly soothes the epicenter with his puckered lips. “But I guess I can’t give you a hard time, since today is the one-month anniversary of the day I legally became Mrs. Idiot, so…”
He pulls back, the brightest grin yet plastered across his face. “You remembered,” he sighs dreamily, before ducking his head to drop quick pecks across her face and neck.
“Which is more than can be said about you and my middle name,” she laughs as he nips against the corner of her jaw, and in her peripheral vision she can see her matching engagement ring and wedding ring catching the morning light beginning to pour in through their bedroom windows.
“I remember every single thing about you, Amelia Thermopolis Santiago-Peralta,” he sniffs, mock seriousness radiating from his face even as he pulls away to the sound of her renewed laughter.
“You are really hung up on The Princess Diaries today -”
“Uh, can you blame me? Julie Andrews and Anne Hathaway? They should’ve just stopped making movies after they made that one -”
“But then we wouldn’t have gotten the sequel.”
He tuts, shaking his head in something like disbelief. “This is why I married you,” he says seriously. “Now get up you lazy bum, I know what we’re doing today.”
“Are we spending the one month anniversary of our wedding and our only day off this week watching The Princess Diaries?”
“No.”
“Are we watching The Princess Diaries and the sequel?”
“Maybe.”