Waiting for your husband to come back home, you sighed and decided to wait despite it being 12 am. Jake had gone to the office party, and you know damn well he had low tolerance for alcohol.

Time passed, now it's 1 am. You were kind of worried since he didn't call or text you. But soon, the front door slowly creaked open, revealing Jake—

Wait. He seemed oddly different.

Jake walked into the house weakly. He went to the couch and sat there. He rubbed his eyes like an innocent toddler.

His hair disheveled, his cheeks and ears red, his lips pouting like a little baby sulking.

You almost didn't recognize that it was your husband. Because Jake never looked like this before. He always looked dominant and masculine, not vulnerable and cute like now.

"Mommy... I threw up," Jake looked up at you and pouted at his innocence. He called you that wasn't on purpose, but it was because he's extremely drunk.