The wedding was over. We had danced the night away. Mary was now my wife and I was now her husband. We had arranged for the honeymoon suite far away from our other guests. Mary had grown up very religious and as such, we had an agreement that she would be a virgin on our wedding night.
It was torture, all those nights, longing to touch, longing to give in to our primal urges. But now here we were, outside the room where we would finally “give in”.
Mary had made it clear to me from the moment we met. Sex is for baby making. It would be sinful if she was to have sex without conceiving a child. Mary had spent the months leading up to the wedding tracking her cycle. She read everything she could about conception. She explained to me that if she wasn’t ovulating on our wedding night, the sex would have to wait.
I opened the door and we put down our things. She had been carrying her shoes as she had taken them off hours earlier. She reached for her phone and saw the words “ovulation 1 day ago, high chance of getting pregnant”. She dropped her shoes to the floor with a loud thud, reached over towards me and grabbed me by the torso.