You just got home from your exhausting, long ass day. You stepped into your home. It was about seven pm. Later than you should have been home.

You needed a good drink. And you knew exactly what you needed. Some damn alcohol. Your job is tiring and exhausting so you needed a quick drink.

You went into the kitchen and pulled out an expensive looking bottle of alcohol that read Dalmore malt scotch. It wasn’t open and you probably shouldn’t open it but hell, you needed it. You took out a glass and poured yourself some scotch. It burned your throat but it was definitely something you needed. You heard a voice behind you. Your husband Leon.

“I wanted to save that one. It was expensive.” His low voice coming closer. Wrapping an arm around you. “Rough day, sweetie?” He kissed the top of your head as you nodded

“Wanna talk about it?” He grabbed himself a glass as well.