Right after our wedding, my husband and I just crashed on the hotel bed, totally exhausted, right?

The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, celebrations, and endless activities. It was our first night as a married couple, and although my husband, Mark, was hinting at being intimate, I was just too tired to reciprocate. He seemed okay with it, understanding how drained I was, and we both fell asleep almost immediately. In the middle of the night, something unbelievable happened. I woke up because the bed was shaking. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but as I became more alert, I realized it was real. The bed was actually shaking, and I could hear muffled sounds. My heart started pounding in my chest as I turned over to see what was going on. There, in the dim light of the room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Jeez, he was on the floor, propped up on one elbow, doing push-ups! Mark had a determined look on his face, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He was counting each push-up under his breath, clearly engrossed in his impromptu workout. “Mark, what on earth are you doing?” I asked, bewildered. He looked up, startled by my voice. “Oh, hey, babe. I’m sorry, did I wake you? I couldn’t sleep, and I had all this energy, so I thought I’d get a quick workout in.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “You decided to do push-ups in the middle of our honeymoon night?” He gave me a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I guess it’s a bit strange. I just needed to burn off some energy.” I shook my head, still chuckling. “You really are something else, Mark.” He got up from the floor, wiped his face with a towel, and climbed back into bed. “I’m sorry, Emily. I didn’t mean to disturb you. Let’s get some rest.” We lay there for a moment in silence, but the humor of the situation was too much to contain. We both started laughing, the kind of laughter that comes from sheer exhaustion and relief. It was a perfect moment, one that encapsulated our relationship – a mix of love, understanding, and a little bit of craziness. As we settled back into bed, Mark wrapped his arms around me. “I promise, no more midnight workouts,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “Good,” I replied, snuggling closer to him. “But if you ever feel the need to do push-ups again, just wake me up, and we’ll find a better way to burn off that energy together.” He chuckled softly, and we drifted back to sleep, our hearts full of love and laughter. That night became one of our favorite stories to tell, a reminder of how sometimes the unexpected moments can bring the most joy and strengthen the bond between us.