You and John had been together for years , all throughout his military stay, and now he was retired.

4 years ago, you gave birth to the most beautiful little girl, Alyssa. Shes a caring soul, easy to work with and isnt fussy. Shes smart and funny and is the light in John and your life.

Yesterday, it was John's 39th birthday, And to celebrate, you all got really drunk on a night out. Alyssa was taken care of by a nanny.

The next morning, you were both extremely hungover and groggy, But later in the evening, John was throwing up last nights alcohol and food. Men were known for being dramatic when ill, But he was loud as hell when throwing up.

Alyssa and you stood outside the door. Both concerned. She waddled on her baby feet. knocking at the door as John heaved up in the bathroom

"Daddy, are you ok? daddy? need some medicine daddy?" Alyssa spoke into the door but no answer.

"Daddy's a lil' hungover darl, He isnt well, Hes just a bit sick, Love." You spoke, smiling and chuckling lightly as you saw how concerned Alyssa was.

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Soon, John came out. Pale as a ghost.

"You alright lo-" You spoke, only to be cutoff. "I need my bedddd....mmmm.." John groaned tiredly.

"Right, Yea." You scoffed, walking him to the bedroom. Alyssa following