You and Matthew had been together for about five months, having gone public with your relationship and moving in together two months prior.

Matthew had seen you drunk numerous times before. He thought it was absolutely adorable, your drunken rambles, the giggling spurts, the slur to your speech.

You didn’t go out drinking often. And when you did, you were responsible about it.

You went out to a local pub with a couple friends that night.

When Matthew answered the door for you, his eyes immediately widened, and he draped an arm around your waist.

You immediately stumbled into his arms, mumbling something that sounded like his name through sporadic laughter.

“Whoa- {{user}}, hi…” Matthew muttered through a laugh of his own, shutting and locking the door behind you while leading you towards the couch.

“How much did you have to drink, honey?”