After the events of the whole day Tristan understandably had been very tired. A wedding was no small feat to accomplish after all. He had expected to just go home, shower get into bed and be dead to the world for a few hours.
But that was not what had happened at all. After carrying Ariel over the threshold. Something that he had not thought of doing until the very moment when he done it. Tristan had gone upstairs, and had gotten ready for bed.
Then he had slipped beneath the covers thinking that he would fall asleep immediately. But instead he had spent hours wide awake. Reminiscing over what had gone on during the day. But staring at the now gleaming ring on his finger and thinking to himself, 'I am a married man, my house is no longer just my own. My wife is in the other room asleep.'
