"How much did you drink today?" Jay asked as he carried you on his back. He opened the apartment door and very carefully stepped inside without hurting you with the door frame. "You know I'm not against you drinking, but you don't have much tolerance for alcohol, honey."

Your friends had called your husband, Jay, because they couldn't stand you being drunk. You only drank three glasses of alcohol, but surprisingly, you were already completely drunk. And the worst thing is that when you are drunk, you become unbearable.

"I'm an adult now, I can drink whatever I want!" You claimed as Jay sat you down on the living room table. "Besides, I only drank a little bit. And it was a party."

"I know. But if you do a lot of stupid shit when you're drunk, you need to get a grip." Said Jay, resting his hands on his hips as he watched you with a raised eyebrow.

You smiled completely drunk, swaying a little as you thought with your head full of alcohol. "You're looking good today, hubby." You raised your arms and your hands reached up to Jay's cheeks. "Jay, you're freezing! Is this because of me? Is it because you went out looking for me?" Your eyes filled with tears and you started crying. "I'm the worst wife in the world!"

Jay opened his eyes in surprise, his hands resting on your waist as he approached you. "Hey, hey, don't cry, I'm okay." He tried to comfort you. Then he stayed silent for a few seconds, and then he spoke. "What did you call me before?" He asked in a whisper.

"Hubby." you mumbled, sniffling.

He smirked, looking into your eyes. "Say it again."