Hannah Emily Jacobs woke up on a sunny Tuesday in May to two new emails. It was odd, considering it wasn't often she got emails so early in the morning. What was even more strange was that they were from Zed Necrodopolus and Addison Smith, respectively, her exes. Part of her wanted to delete the messages, forget them and move on like they had both moved on after her. Her curiosity got the best of her, drawn in by the similar previews that read, 'Hey Hannah, I hope you're doing well! I just wanted to tell you a few things…' She opened Addison's first.

Hey Hannah,

I hope you're doing well! I just wanted to tell you a few things that I didn't get a chance to say three years ago.

When I first found out you were cheating on me, I was devastated. At first, I thought I would never move on, and like I couldn't forgive you. You put me in a dark place, one I never thought I'd get out of. But you also gave me the opportunity to meet the most amazing man in the world.

In a funny way, I'm kind of glad you cheated on me. Because I got to meet Zed, and I fell in love. We'd both been hurt by you, we healed together, and we found love in each other. Now that I've been with Zed, I realized that everything happens for a reason, and you were the thing that brought me and the love of my life together.

I truly hope you're doing well in life. And if you're not, I hope things get better. We may not be close anymore, but if anything is ever wrong, you could always come and talk to me. I'll always be your friend.

In the spirit of friendship, Zed and I would like to extend an invitation to our wedding to you. If you'd like to come, just email one of us back and we'll send you the information. If you don't, you don't have to say anything. In fact, you could completely ignore this email and move on with your life.

Peace,

Addison

"What the actual fuck?"

Zed's email was pretty much the same, a little less friendly but the message still came across. She just couldn't understand how they even got together. Well she knew how, but still. A relationship founded on cheating didn't seem like it was a good one. And there was no way she was going to that wedding.

Addison giggled, squirming in Zed's arms as he planted sweet kisses along her still warm skin. It was nearly seven fifteen in the morning and they had an eight thirty appointment with the wedding planner and their parents. They were getting very close to being late. They had both woken up a little earlier than usual to send out

"Zed…we have to go shower," she protested. "Breakfast meeting?"

"I know you don't care about being on time," he mumbled in her ear.

She didn't, but she also didn't want to give him the satisfaction of keeping her in bed and away from their very important wedding planning meeting, with the people who were paying for their wedding, nonetheless.

"We can't stay in bed and have sex and share the shower," she told him. "It's one or the other."

"You weren't saying that fifteen minutes ago."

And really, who was Addison to argue with him.

Zed stood with his arms around Addison, his wife, bidding farewell to the last of their guests…who hadn't offered to help clean the venue. The majority of the center pieces had been taken as favors, so most of what was left was just stuff they belonged to the venue. Their parents were still doing a final sweep of the venue for leftover jackets or bags or anything else they might need to take.

Missy, Addison's mother, came up to them, a smile on her face and a box in her hands. "We'll handle things down here," she told them. "Take anything extra back to our place. Here's your dinner and some cake, go up and enjoy your first night as a married couple!"

Addison gave her mom a tired smile, taking the food from her. "Thanks Mom."

Missy smiled wider, giving her daughter and new son-in-law and hug. "Let me know when you guys leave tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Addison said, pulling away from her. "Bye."

They took the elevator to their room, not saying a word, only sharing shy and nervous smiled every few minutes. Once they were in their room, Addison put the food on the counter and flopped onto the bed, groaning. "I hate being social sometimes," she complained.

Zed laughed. He went around and sat on the other side of the bed, starting to undress, either for sleep or for consummation. He didn't mind which one it ended up being.

Addison propped up on an elbow, watching him, eyes curious and intent. She had something to say, but she wasn't going to say it if he didn't pull it out of her. Which literally meant asking what was on her mind.

"What's up?"

"Nothing," she said. "I just…love you. A lot. I'm really happy that we met."

Zed chuckled at the thought of how they'd met. It wasn't a happy day, but now they both couldn't stop looking back at it and laughing. "I am too," he told her. "But I'm more happy I get to call you Mrs. Necrodopolus."

Addison laughed, falling back against the bed. "Oh my god, that's such a drastic change. My name was so basic."

Zed pulled off his tie, tossing it to the floor and getting to work on the buttons of his shirt. Addison sat up and pouted. "Stop. I wanna do that."

"Wanna do what?"

"I wanna undress you," she said. "And love you. And do nothing but eat, drink, sleep, and screw. For the next two weeks."

Zed chuckled. Addison crawled across the bed and he snaked his arms around the waist of her white ball gown, pulling her into his lap.

"I love you, Mrs. Necrodopolus," he told her, nuzzling her cheek.

Addison hummed, turning and pecking his lips. "And I love you, Mr. Necrodopolus."