A young couple had just gotten married!

The Morning Routine

The rest of the morning unfolded like a slow-motion romantic comedy. Daniel made coffee wrapped in a towel. Emma battled her post-wedding hair. They joked that marriage came with fine print: shared bathrooms, forgotten towels, and discovering that Daniel talked in his sleep.

By noon, the chaos had softened into something calmer. The honeymoon phase had barely started, yet it already felt familiar—not fireworks, but warmth. Not spectacle, but rhythm.

Emma leaned against the counter, watching Daniel attempt to fix a wobbly chair leg with a butter knife.

“You know you’re supposed to use tools for that, right?” she teased.

He looked up. “Do I look like a man who packed a toolbox for his honeymoon?”

“Fair point,” she said with a smile.

He set the knife down and crossed the room, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You know,” he said softly, “I was half-afraid you’d wake up this morning and regret it. Us. Everything.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Regret marrying the man who forgets towels but remembers my coffee order? Not a chance.”

He kissed her—slow and certain. The humor melted into something deeper. This was the real beginning—not the vows, not the dancing, but the quiet morning after, when love lives in laughter, in shared space, and in the way two people fit together like puzzle pieces.

The Towel Lesson

Later, as they packed for their honeymoon road trip, Emma teased while Daniel double-checked the room.

“Wallet? Keys? Ego?”

“Check, check, and check,” he said, patting his pockets. “Oh—and towel. Learned my lesson.”

She smirked. “Good. I’d hate for there to be… nothing left next time.”

Daniel rolled his eyes, grinning. “You’re going to be insufferable, aren’t you?”

“Only forever,” she said, locking the door behind them.

Funny how a towel and a teasing comment could capture the heartbeat of a marriage. Not grand gestures or poetic declarations—but laughter, even when one of you is dripping wet and the other is half-asleep.

Years later, they would still tell the story. Daniel would groan. Emma would deliver the punchline perfectly. Their friends would laugh every time.

It became one of those stories that lived on—not because of what happened, but because of who they were: two people who could turn even the most awkward moment into something unforgettable.

And that, as Emma always said with a wink, was exactly why she said yes.