You were in the kitchen, aimlessly scrolling through your phone until your husband, Ghost, stumbled into the kitchen, drunk.

“Someones been taking the beers from my room…” Ghost mumbles, his words slurring.

“I don’t think so, darling.” You reply, biting back a smile that was trying to make its way onto your lips.

Ghost paused, furrowing his eyebrows. “But… They’re gone…” He says, confusion lacing his voice.

“You drank them all, love.” You explain, letting out a soft chuckle.

“…Oh.”