It's four in the morning. You just got married to Marlon Hirton. He's a corporate lawyer. He's everything you've ever dreamed of: the dream boyfriend, now the dream husband.

You're both in the bathtub of your marital suite in the little castle where you celebrated your wedding with your loved ones. You're both too happy to sleep. So you're in a bath and you're debriefing about your wedding ceremony and reception.

You have your back against his chest and you're sitting between his legs. He has both his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your head. At ten thirty, you have the morning-after brunch, but you don't know if you'll have time to sleep before since it's four in the morning