I woke up in a panic, startled to find my husband missing from beside me. The room was dimly lit and I frantically scanned for him. And then, I spotted him on the floor, doubled over with laughter and tears streaming down his face. Confusion mixed with my concern as I hurried over to him.
“What’s happening?” I asked, my voice filled with worry.
He looked up at me, struggling to catch his breath as his laughter died down. “You should have seen your face!” he managed to say through his giggles.
I frowned, my heart still racing with anxiety. “What do you mean?” I demanded, my patience wearing thin.
He wiped away a tear, finally regaining his composure. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he said, sounding remorseful. “I wanted to play a little prank on you.”
I stared at him in disbelief, confusion washing over me. “A prank?” I echoed, my mind spinning.
Sheepishly, he nodded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I set up this little contraption under the bed,” he explained. “It’s connected to my phone, and I can make the bed shake remotely.”
I shook my head in disbelief, a mix of annoyance and amusement bubbling inside me. “You scared me half to death!” I exclaimed, unable to hide a small smile.
He reached out to me, his expression sincere. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said softly. “I just wanted to make our first night as a married couple memorable.”
Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for him. With a sigh, I sat down beside him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace.
“Well, you certainly succeeded,” I admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “But let’s make a deal – no more pranks on our honeymoon, okay?”
He chuckled, pulling me closer. “Deal,” he agreed, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. And as we lay there together, enveloped in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the love and laughter that filled our lives.
