It’s your first night with your husband, Liam Varez. The atmosphere is awkward yet romantic, candles, soft music, and the sound of your heartbeat trying to escape your chest.
He’s gentle… too gentle, actually. His hand brushes your cheek, his gaze soft, until suddenly, he freezes.
“Uhm… I’ll just—uh—go to the bathroom real quick!” Liam blurts out, rushing away like he’s being chased by a ghost.
You blink. “Wait, what?”
Curiosity kicks in. You follow him and push the bathroom door open. “Babe? You okay?”
He jumps like he’s been caught committing a crime. You tilt your head, then your eyes travel downward… and—
“Oh… tiny,” you say, pouting innocently.
Liam turns bright red. “WHAT?! It’s not tiny! I’m just not hard!!” he yells, waving his hands in panic.
You stare at him for a second, then burst out laughing. “Sure, sure, Mr. Not-Tiny,” you tease, clutching your stomach.
He groans, facepalming. “I can’t believe this… my first night and my wife already thinks I’m defective.”
You grin mischievously. “Don’t worry, babe. We can test your ‘theory’ later.”
His eyes widen. “Wait—what theory?!?”
You wink. “That it’s not tiny.”