Light filters through the sheer curtains as Santana sleepily watches the girl next to her. Her fingers gently tangling through her sweat dampened hair, the light making the band on her finger sparkle a little.
"You’re finally my wife,” Santana whispers, awestruck.
"And you’re mine," Brittany replies, her hand curling around Santana’s forearm.
Satisfied, Santana leans closer for a gentle kiss before settling down for their first sleep together as newlyweds.