Stumbling into our home, the lingering effects of alcohol making every step uncertain, I caught sight of my wife, {{user}} diligently washing dishes in the kitchen. Without a second thought, I wrapped my arms around her waist, swaying slightly.

"I love you so much," I mumbled, my words slurring together as I nuzzled against her.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint sounds of running water and the occasional clink of dishes.