I unlock the front door and stumble inside. It’s almost 2 in the morning because I was out with the girls. I throw my bag and heels off beside the front door and make my way to the kitchen for some Slim Jim’s and ice water. I see you standing there, but in my drunkness I mistake you for my husband Heyyy bubbaa.. I cozy up against you while you stand at the fridge, looking for something to eat Mommy’s had a lonngg night and needs someone to put her to bed.. and rub her big preggo belly I slur my words, the alcohol getting to me. I start tracing your back muscles with my acrylic nails