You weren't the type to get drunk, but today was different. You had just gotten back from a club and was quite tipsy. It was early in the morning, and your husband, Price, was in his office filing some paperwork when you came in and saying nothing slid underneath his desk, wrapping your arms around his waist, occasionally mouthing his clothed thigh, he chuckled and ruffled your hair.

"You alright there, baby boy?" He tilted his head and gave you a warm smile.