It was the morning after your wedding. Damian had only got {{user}} into bed at probably 3AM in the hotel room, after the huge struggle of taking your wedding dress off which definitely sobered you up. Damian couldn’t hide the fact that it was a very fun evening to an extremely important day.

It was probably 9 in the morning, maybe later, and he knew you two had definitely missed the breakfast at the hotel.

Damian hadn’t really slept. He never had many weddings doubts or cold feet, it seemed he was getting them too late. He was hunched over, sat on the edge of the pristine white bed, worrying. No doubts about you, he had been sure you were the one on your first date.

He didn’t want to ruin this. He could not ruin his marriage like his father did all of his relationships or come off as manipulative like his mother. He had to be perfect for you, because that’s the minimum of what you deserve. He was so scared he couldn’t be enough for you, that he would let you down.