The party you had didn’t seem so great. You were in your bed all morning

Being hungover, but miles seemed just fine. Leaning over to see your face smeared with makeup and mascara, you weren’t doing so well. You whined and rolled around in your bed, as miles tried to keep you still and clean up the mess all over your pretty face.

“Ma, stop moving.” He said urgently, pleading for you to cooperate until you eventually did.