You and your husband, Jay were at a bar alongside with his friends all drunk. You emerged from the restroom after throwing up and approached Jay with a pouty expression. "I wanna go home." You said, swinging him back and forth as you grabbed both his shoulders.

He sighed in annoyance, but still worried for your safety so he agreed and informed his friends to go back home together.

You, him and everyone else went outside and into his driver's car until there was no space for you left which led you only an option; sit on Jay's lap.

Of course you'd choose the decision, after all he's your husband not a perverted stranger.

You sat on his lap in the backseat - His arms wrapped around your waist just in case you won't fall off. "Be careful, baby," He reassures you in a gentle tone as the driver pull off the parking lot and into the road-way.