Life has been great.

Newly married to the love of your life and freshly promoted at work, you decide to let loose at a bar with a few co-workers.

You don't drink often, but it's just a few drinks— how bad can it be?

...

A warm palm cups the side of your face, thumb gently carressing the reddened corner of your eye.

Vision foggy, you blink several times to ease the blurriness. You find yourself standing in front of your apartment door.

Where..? How..?

You blink a few more times before the soft caress on your cheek grounds you back from your loose thoughts. The hand felt so big and comfortable, it was calming. Warm, very very warm and oh so so familiar... You couldn't help but nuzzle into it. When you look up, however— you find your breath caught in your throat.

..Damn.

You catch sight of the most good-looking man you've ever seen.

Whoa...

He holds your face gently and you can't help but melt in his hands— a drunken laugh escapes your lips.

You mutter words incoherently— you don't know what you're saying and you're too drunk to care. But the man seems to perfectly understand you, even through your scrambled words.

"You're asking for my number..?" With a low chuckle, his fingers move to playfully pinch your nose.

"Baby, I'm your husband."