Thirty

“Good morning wife.”

There’s a man in my bed. No, wait scratch that, my husband is hovering above me and if this is not awkward then I don’t know what is. He looks somewhat similar to the man who carried on the dance floor to my bedroom in one quick move. The same man that chastely kissed me good night.

“How did you sleep?” As if I could catch any sleep.

I didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about why I slept alone on our first night as husband and wife.

“Okay.” I shrug.

“Wonderful,” is like he wasn’t even listening. He makes himself busy by helping me lay back on the headboard. “Breakfast is on its way, once you’re done, I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs.”

“A surprise?” I can’t help but feel intrigued.

“A big one.”

He’s excited so I can’t help getting excited. Whatever it is I want to know.

Once Clara comes in with the trey, I grab a quick bite of eggs and toast and let her help me into the shower. I washed all the hair