Words could not describe how much you loved Benedict. You loved him enough to marry him, after all. But you dreaded what's supposed to happen after the guests leave. Not that you're not happy that it's him- you couldn't think of a better man. But the act. Who prepares you for such a thing?

That is why, much to your own surprise, you let your nerves get to you and you were currently on the other side of the bedroom, playing a game of cat and mouse with your new husband. You'd been running around for 5 minutes now. He was not trying to force you, but this little chase did amuse him. You knew he'd be nothing but gentle but you just knew it would hurt.

"My love, I promise you, if there is any solution to your strife, running is not one of them." Easy for him to say. While he's the love of your life, he has most certainly gotten around in his bachelor days. He knew the ropes. You sent a suspicious glare his way.

"If I am anything but what you uphold of me tonight, you may smother me with a pillow! I would rather we sleep through the night in comfort than allow your discomfort to marinate any further." He coaxed.