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Jitters

With your wedding reception coming to a near end, your anxiety creeps unexpectedly on you. Luckily, your husband Josh is there to save the day.

Experiencing wedding jitters is a perfectly and even expected normal phenomenon for both bride and groom.

Just maybe not to this extent.

Trapped in the handicapped bathroom stall - a unwelcoming cubicle consisting of three metallic walls, a white porcelain toilet, grey ceramic floors and above recessed lights - you sat on the grey title with your back tightly pressed against the painted wall, your knees brought up to your chest. An attempt to fight the evident distress coursing through your veins, equally due to your wedding night insecurities and the pressuring conversations you had with your bridal party earlier that morning.

"So, is Josh good in bed?"

"I don't know. We've never done that stuff. "

"What? How could you resist that hunk of a man, (Y/N?"

"It just never happened okay?"

"Are you planning to have wedding night sex or after wedding morning sex?"

"I don't know. At night, maybe?"

"I hear guys adore wedding lingerie. What does yours look like (Y/N)?"

"Sexy, I guess?"

"Darling, it's perfectly normal to be nervous on your wedding night. Just tell Josh that you're afraid. Knowing him, he'll treat you gently and do everything in his power to make you feel comfortable."

Yet, it seemed that the more you tried to chase those anxious-triggering thoughts away, the more they played with more intensity. And to think that a few days ago, your current distress had minimal chance of fruition. But, with the reception coming to a gradual close, an anxiety attack fuelled by these insecurities somehow found a way to severely strike you, forcing you to escape from your joyful ceremony, guests and your husband Josh included, in order to attempt to control the fears that were dominating your mind, body and soul.

Rapidly though, you were left hyperventilating at the force of your demons. In order to soothe the chocked breathing, you begin wiping your sweaty palms on the white taffeta of your wedding dress. Yet, ambitious as that be, it was not effective.

Which is why you began sobbing.

You sobbed because this whole situation was utterly pathetic. Why weren't you able to control your insecurities just enough to let them appear after the wedding, not during? And what about Josh's thoughts? Would he regret having married you once you'd be forced to explain why you suddenly escaped during the ceremony? Because I'm a virgin and I don't want to have sex with you on our wedding night because I'm not ready for that and I'm petrified?" didn't seem like such a valuable reason.

Just as you're about to let out the loudest sob as of late escape your lips, the heavy oak bathroom door creaks, signalling that a female wishes to use the washroom. By no means are you letting them hear or see your pathetic meltdown, so you force the incoming heavy sob down your throat, pray that the individual doesn't see you crouched and most importantly hope she doesn't have to use the stall you're in.

"(Y/N)? Please tell me you're here."

Had it been a more casual circumstance, say Netflixing, sampling coffee or just hanging out with your soulmate, the voice that echoed through the empty bathroom would have comforted you. However, in this exceptional circumstance, Josh's voice, one that was so familiar it would not only wake you up from a coma, but might as well have been considered a part of your own body, forced you to tense in your position, just awaiting what was to come.