You snap awake at the sudden knock on your door.

When'd you fall asleep? must be a while ago since the movie you were watching is over and it's dark out.

Jesus, it's already three in the morning?

You pad over to the door, peaking out through the window and seeing three Hangman and Rooster holding up your very limp, very drunk husband.

You open the door in confusion, immediately bombarded with apologiez and sheepish looks as the two slightly less innebriated men practically carry in Bob, flopping him onto the couch and leaving you with a quick 'good luck'.

You look over at Bob once the other two leave, seeing him getting ready to conk out right there. You chuckle and pad over, moving to unbutton his shirt to change him into something comfy and get him to your shared bed.

You furrow your brows as he bats your hands away, frowning at you and holding up his left hand.

"Stop it... I'm married. And she's real pretty..."

He slurs tiredly and you can't help but grin.

Your sweet Bob. You certainly picked well.