Your Interest At Heart

Part 19: The Honeymoon

That night, I had changed into a lace night gown. It was similar to the ones at home. It was kind of a beige color. They're not exactly supposed to be stylish, as you're usually not seen by the outside world when you're in sleepwear.

"Do—Do you want me to sleep in a different room?" Samuel asked quietly, also in his sleepwear. His was close to mine in color, but darker. It had lighter colored frills at the ends of his sleeves.

"Why?" My brows furrowed as I brushed out my auburn colored hair. I made a face when a encountered a knot.

Aren't husband and wife supposed to sleep in the same room?

"Well, I—I mean, uh—" He stuttered, eyes shifting around the room nervously. I forcefully got through the knot, leaving me with a small headache that would probably go away later on.

"Samuel." I stopped him, placing down the brush. "Why are you so panicky?"

He seemed on edge for some reason. His jaw was a bit clenched, mouth part the slightest amount, and fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm not." He took a breath, running a hand through his reddish-brown hair, stressed.

"Yes, you are." I told him, tossing my hair behind my back and stepping towards my husband. It feels weird to say that I have a husband.

"Fine." He sighed, taking several more deep breaths.

"Why?" I asked, glancing at him. Small beads of sweat formed near his hairline.

"Well, uh, y–you see, on the night of a wedding, the bride and groom are typically supposed to... To..." He trailed off, glancing at me for just a instant before snapping his eyes away again.

"Oh, Samuel!" I gasped. I had completely forgotten about that. "We definitely don't have to!"

"But it's tradition." Samuel reminded me, this time he froze up instead of moving around a lot.

"You're not ready." I told him. I'm probably not ready either.

"Neither are you." He pointed out. It looks like Samuel agrees.

"I don't know what to expect." I shrugged, brushing a stray strand of auburn hair out if my face.

"Okay." He nodded slowly, thinking hard. "We.. We should go to sleep."

"Yeah." I agreed with him, nodding. We then went into the bed and under the covers. The lamp was on Samuel's side, and as soon as he clicked it off, the room went pitch black. I couldn't see my hands, let alone Samuel. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dark, and when they finally did, I saw Samuel blinking quickly and staring at the ceiling with his brown eyes wide.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a smile turning my voice into a light tone.

"I can't see!" He exclaimed, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to hurry the process of seeing.

"You still can't see?" I laughed. Maybe it's better was looking at the lamp before he turned it off.

"No!" Samuel shook his head. After awhile, I think his eyes finally adjusted, because his face relaxed and he looked around the room. We spent a few moments in silence until he spoke.

"Me neither." It was barely audible. More of a murmur than a whisper.