As night came, sense came one minute after the other. I got a revelation, while coming on this “honeymoon” I ordered a couple package thinking since we’re married we are a “couple”, but i failed to realize. 

“IT ONLY HAS ONE BED!!”.

As I stayed zoned toward my side of this queen sized bed, Stella laying there carefree of anything the world could send her way. I turned to see her sleeping face, Hair tied, as she wore a sleeping gown. The more I stared the more I thought, how did I marry this girl who is clearly a 10/10. She could be a model, an influencer, she could even be an actress, but she’s here married to me.  

As my mind raced through thoughts, she started mumbling something in her sleep. I tried listening in on what she was saying, to only be met with the hand of god connecting to my face, hoping the referees check the var.

Not only did I get slapped by my wife, in her sleep. She then started kicking uncontrollably toward my direction. In this situation i only felt sympathy toward a ba⚫man villain.

Whilst collecting a beating I didn't deserve or expect to happen from a sleeping person, I thought of a masterful plan. It was a three step masterpiece, only I could think up in a hurry.

Step 1-  Roll off the bed, Step 2- Sleep on the floor, Step 3- Accept Step 2

As I implemented my plan into action, Stella grabbed me and hugged me tightly. As she was ruffling around her hair got loose, her side of the cover fully off of her, But as she hugged me my heart started racing. Her slowed breathing brushing against my face, her face lighting the dark room.

I thought about leaving her bear hug, but I decided to accept my fate.

*

The sun rays shone upon the bed, making Stella’s face glister upon the room. As my eyes opened, to the sound of my phone’s ringtone, I quickly got off the bed trying not to wake sleeping beauty on the bed. As I was about to pick up the phone, an irritated Stella got up. Her hair in a mess, eyes barely opened. 

*Where did that glistering face go*

“Could you answer the damn phone, or do I need to throw it out” The voice of a horror movie’s main villain came to be. She started looking very close to a certain black haired horror film.

I answered the phone quickly trying not to get mauled to death, as Stella want back to sleeping.

“Hello”

“H. Hi mom” I said trying to fix my morning voice

“Emmanuel, How is your honeymoon going so far? I was surprised when you suddenly married Stella. You know you always had a cru-”

“Mom, why did you call so early in the morning.” Giving off a fake yawn.

“You and my daughter in law are coming back tomorrow aren’t you, why don't you guys come visit me and your father for a while.” She said in an insistent voice I had no other choice but to comply.

“Great, I’ll get your room ready.”. 

“Mom please don’t do anything big and make dad do hard work for us”

“Of course honey you’ll love it”

“That's not what I said, bye Mom”

I set my phone down, ready to make breakfast, picking up a pan to make pancakes. As I set the pan upon the stove Stella got off the bed. “Wait, don't make breakfast yet. I have a competition request.”

Did she jump out of bed for that, do I have to play along? “What competition”.

“Let’s make breakfast for each other and who makes the best breakfast gets to make the other person do any one thing” She said with a subtle smirk on her voice.

I thought about what I could make her do and simultaneously stopped thinking about it. “I’ll play along, on one condition you promise not to burn the kitchen down”

“Deal, but I have the high ground, young one” she said laughing ominously. “While I was away I took cooking lessons to not make such a tragic fate as before”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing!”