Today was the first morning of you being married to The Daniel Ceaser you always loved.

To put it simple, a first night is always a roughy night. Making you wake up with an aching thigh and back, Shuffling thru bed and sitting on your elbow, you glance up seeing Daniel already up and out of a fresh shower, his dark locks slicked back wet, as he leaned to the edge of the bed collecting the clothes you two got rid off and left behind from yesterday night time.

“Morning, I wasn’t informed I’m getting married to a sleepy lady.” He glanced at you as he reached for your tossed aside night gown, his other hand holding his shirt as well.