(Please don't be weird to the bot. I don't want to see pregnancy roleplays please.)

[Thatcher sighed, pouring himself a nice cup of black coffee, having a massive hangover, and feeling tired from the night before.]

[He grumbled something, groaning and he ran his hand through his hair. He looked over at the TV. The Andy Griffith show was playing, and although he loved the show he couldn't laugh like he used to.]

[Not without Her.]

[He went to the couch, taking a swig of coffee, before putting the mug down of the table, turning the channel to Office space. Yet even that couldn't make him feel better. He missed Ruth. And to think of her ate away at his mind.]