I woke up abruptly, feeling the bed shake beneath me. Still half-asleep, I tried to make sense of what was happening. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized my husband, Jack, was not lying next to me as he had been when we fell asleep.

Confusion turned into shock as I saw him on the floor, kneeling beside the bed and vigorously shaking it with his knees. It was as if he was pleading to some higher power. But it wasn’t the shaking that caught my attention – it was the fact that it was the middle of the night and he was attempting to fix the squeaky bed frame.

“Jack, what are you doing?” I blurted out, a mix of bewilderment and disbelief in my voice.

Startled, he froze for a moment and then slowly rose to his feet, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. “Oh, um…sorry, honey,” he stammered, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I was just trying to, uh, fix the squeaky bed frame.”

Raising an eyebrow, I couldn’t help but show my skepticism. “At three in the morning?”

Avoiding eye contact, Jack shifted uncomfortably. “Well, it was bothering me,” he mumbled, clearly at a loss for a reasonable explanation.

I chuckled softly, finding his attempt to cover up his odd behavior endearing. “You could have waited until morning, you know,” I said, shaking my head with a smile.

As I settled back into bed, I couldn’t help but wonder about Jack’s midnight mission. Why did he feel the need to fix the bed frame in the middle of the night? And why was he trying to keep it a secret?

I decided to save my questions for the morning and let the mystery linger. Closing my eyes, I felt grateful for the warmth and comfort of our honeymoon suite. Little did I know, this was just the start of our exciting journey as a married couple.