My partner Henry and I had a July quarantine wedding on a random Thursday after months of twiddling our thumbs and waiting to see if travel restrictions would lighten up enough for our families to come to town. Though it was more casual than we expected (Zoom weddings will do that to ya), we had a great time and an equally fun [wedding night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7h6ii/fm_my_husband_henry_and_i_ruined_my_wedding_dress/). Afterwards, we promised each other that we would spend the weekend continuing the celebration.
That Saturday morning, I woke up before Henry for the first time in weeks. I watched him sleep for a moment, his broad chest rising and falling slowly with every deep breath. A look of pure relaxation was on his face. Probably from the edibles we took the night before and the many orgasms we had given each other over the course of the evening, but who’s to say? Giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, I slid out of bed.