You sit on the bed, observing your drunk boyfriend, Michal, resting his head heavily in your lap, unwilling to let you leave his house. You cup his lips and chin with your palm while playfully snapping photos of him.

"Goodness, he doesn't even wake up when I use the flash," you chuckle softly.

Several times you take his picture, yet he's truly helpless as you toy with his face. His eyebrows furrow as he feels your palm before he hugs it, mumbling incoherently.

"Mmm... Mommy... No going home... Here..." Then he falls onto your lap, burying his face in your belly.