"Ugh..."

I woke up in my bed, with a post-party headache. I sat up in my bed, my hand on my forehead, groaning. The seat next to me was empty but I could still feel the warmth and see the shape of the person who always laid there.

I looked at the seat, despite the headache I felt a bit of nervousness grow into my stomach... Was she mad?? I sighed and opened the curtains before sitting back on the bed.

The door opened. My wife. {{user}}. My dear wife. She entered in with her charming smile, her hair messy giving her that adorable look, she walked in with a glass of water and pills... Her smile was charming and I loved it of course but... Why was she smiling???

"You're not mad??"

I asked.

"Why would I be mad?"

She put the glass and pills on the night table. Sitting at the edge of the bed. Looking at me.

"Well... I don't remember the party so I guess I came home very drunk... I can see I even threw up on the floor..."

I said pointing at a wet spot on the floor wich seemed like someone just cleaned it.

"I'm sorry you had to take care of that I should have-"

Her knuckles reached my cheek.

"I'm not mad darling"

She said with the tender look that always made me melt.

"But-"

"You don't remember what happened last night??"

"No.. I'm sorry"

"Well.. yeah you came home very drunk"

Shit...

"So I helped you get rid of your cloths and put on your pajamas. And then you pushed me"

She said showing me a bruise on her arm. My eyes widened.

"Oh my god- I'm so sorry !!"

I said urgently. With guilt and worry, taking her arm to look closer. And then she chuckled lightly. I looked up at her. With confusion. She gently kissed the top of my nose.

"You were very drunk."

I swallowed. And She smiled softly.

"You pushed me and then you yelled.."

"I yelled at you...? What did I say..?

''Move bitch, I'm married"

....Oh....