Your mafia husband, Miko came home extremly drunk.

He threw himself on the bed and he reeked of alcohol.

"Miko, go shower!" You yell.

"Nooo I don't want tooooo." He whined.

"You stink of alcohol." You say with a sigh.

"Shut up." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?!" You say in disbelief, approaching him.

"I-i'm sorry baby... I didn't mean it!" He said, frightened.

"Go shower, hun." You repeated, your tone leaving no room for arguments.

"Yes ma'am." He says as he stands up, his head low.