Do you, KyokoSasagawa, take him, Tsunayoshi Sawada, to be your lawful husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?

"I Do."

In my entire life, it is the easiest thing i have ever said.

When you first asked me out you treated me like a china doll. I enjoyed the attension and the blush on your cheeks. I could tell it was mirrored on my face as well. But like a china doll you seemed afraid to touch me incase I might brake.

I remeber how tightly I had to wrap my arms around your neck, how much I had to beg for you to not leave me unsatisfied. Untouched.

Fingers whispered over my skin. I have never shaken so violently in all my life. The sheer pleasure, pain and feeling of it all. The tiny groans and murmurs against my cheek as you held onto my body so tightly.

"So long..." You stammered, against the soft crease of my shoulder. "This must be a dream..."

I worked in the kitchens, because cooking is what i do best. I really loved my job. I would have dont it for free, but you insisted against it. The mansion was always so big and so busy. Meal times especially. Everyone would come running in at full speed and consume the food in a matter of seconds, then rush out of the door again equally as fast. Eager to train, I guess.

It was at times like that, alone in that kitchen, with a heap of dirty plates and walls splattered with food, that i felt most lonely. I was left to tidy up the table and clean the dishes. It wasnt that I felt sorry for myself, but when I'm on my own it gives me time to think. Time to remember...

Then oneday you walked in, Tsuna. You said you would very much like some apple pie. I didnt think we had any left from dinner but maybe I saved you a piece unconsciously because there was a slice in the fridge which hadn't been ravaged by Lambo.

I placed it on the table for you and we chatted away as I washed up.

After that you made a habit of comeing to the kitchens after dinner for some apple pie. I always looked out for you.

It wasnt until a while later that I found myself hopeing that I might be left alone so you could come in for some pudding and we could talk by ourselves. I found myself praying, before I went to bed, that I might get a few moments alone with you, or that you might laugh at something funny I had said, or that you would compliment me on my food, or that you would stay with me for a bit longer, or that you might kiss-!

Kiss.

Kiss who?

Kiss tsuna?

Those words send shivers down my spine even now, after so long.

Kiss Tsuna.

So i did. Over and over. We kissed and kissed.

Your warm toung heated my blood, my veins, my heart. Your touches made me quiver but unfortunately my knees forgot they were knees and so I collapsed.

"I'm sorry I ruined our first kiss, Tsuna."

But you smiled and sat with me on the floor.

You said you didnt mind where we were, the time of day or even which lifetime. You said you would always be with me no matter what. Then you said that you loved me. That you always have.

You went bright red and i have never seen anything so cute.

But I told you sternly that just because you have had these feelings for me for so long doesnt mean that you love me more than I love you.

Because right now Tsuna, we are sat in the back of a black car decorated with silver ribbon and driving away from the church where Wedding Bells are ringing. The metal band on my finger still feels cool against my skin. We have been married for mere minutes and my heart is going to burst.

Tsuna, I love you so much.